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The Host | Yandere Zoldyck Family

“I’m so happy, we were able to locate the portal so quickly! Now you all can return to your world without breaking the space-time continuum!” You mused, happily sipping on the piping hot tea in front of you.

Whether you liked it or not, you wouldn’t have refused this cup. After all, it was specially crafted for and given to you by the reclusive Zoldycks. It was an honor—more like a miracle that you were being served an un-poisoned cup of tea. 

You were used to prickly (read as: murderous) anomalies that were ejected into the aimless void of time. As per your occupation you housed and befriended said anomalies until it was time that they returned to their dimensions.

When you were selected at the end of your life for this position, the galactic overlords in charge assured you that this was a duty perfect for you. That no matter what, your tenants would find themselves comforted by you during their time there. 

You begged to disagree even though none of your tenants had successfully ended your life yet. You prepared yourself for the day they one day would. 

“Yes, it will be a shame to lose contact with a host as pleasant as you.” 

Zeno smiled, closing his eyes as brought his own cup to his mouth. Letting a hand fall over your heart you silently thanked him. Another hand reached for you tearing your attention away from the former head.

“It is a shame your work keeps you so busy!” Kikyo cried, holding your hand. Gingerly running the pads of her fingers over your knuckles. 

“Ah, but I feel as though I haven’t worked a day.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you like this job of yours?” The old man raised his brow.

“Of course! When I’m not hosting I’m free to do what I please and the guests that come by always make things interesting.”

Memories of the various visitors came to mind as you smiled; Kikyo puckered her lip in a pout. Her clutch on your hand had gotten slightly tighter, nothing alarming but noticeable.

“But don’t you feel overworked? Tired? Lonely?”

“There’s always the other people in the town.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have expected them to have any intelligible conversation.”

You dismissed the slight towards your community, it’d be impossible for her to realize their worth within the year. Granted they weren’t particularly strong or inquisitive; it wasn’t like they were built to be outstanding anyway. Nonetheless, they were kind to you and always understanding when it came to the guests. Not once have you needed to send a complaint to upper management. Everyone played their prescribed roles without fail.

“They can be really pleasant, once you get to know them.”

Zeno sighed, “So you say but I can’t imagine you not caring for them. You're always so forgiving.”

“Well…they have their flaws.”

“Ah! You’re too humble (Y/n)! The least they can do is honor your contribution to their pathetic lives!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Zoldyck but a cake every once in a while is good enough for me.”

“Ah! So simple (Y/n), it screams you no nothing of luxury!”

“Really I feel as though I’ve almost been overwhelmed with it with the Zoldycks here.”

“Please! If you could see the Zoldyck Estate in our world, you’d truly know luxury!” 

You let her continue, chatting with her and Zeno, who occasionally chimed in. It was time to enjoy their company for they’d be gone before you knew it. 

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“Ne (Y/n)! Alluka wants to hold onto your jacket for a bit is that alright?”

“Oh? I barely noticed I left it behind but sure.” 

You continued to walk side by side with Killua making your way to your destination. The wind was cold. Wisping at your cheeks and nose as you mesmerized yourself with the smoky puff your breath made. Catching cat-like blue eyes watching you with amusement you stopped, replacing it with an embarrassed smile. 

He snickered. “What? Don’t stop on my account.”

“Oh Killua you're the only kid that makes me feel like a silly child again.”

“Eh?! You make it sound like I’m the reason you’re just childish anyway.”

You playfully hummed. “Hm. Maybe I am.”

You shared a laugh before letting your eyes begin to wander. Looking past the trees of the park to admire the clouded sky blending into the freezing lake. Despite having walked this path millions of times before, it never failed to take your breath away. Making you sigh in awe, you minded the frozen droplets hanging off the naked branches; looking as though they were a part of some artist’s canvas.

Even the rosiness that danced at your cheeks brought by your body’s attempt to warm you in the frigid season, felt magical in its own right. It was easy to lose sight of your path as your feet remember the way; allowing you to drift. 

But before you could go too far the warmth of another hand-a smaller hand in your pocket brought you back. Looking down in surprise at the blushing owner looking away from you. You chuckled intertwining his smaller, rougher hand with yours as you walked with a pep in your step. 

“I-I’m just keeping my hand warm. Where I’m from it never gets this cold.”

You smirked. “Sure!” 

You didn’t believe him and he knew that. But that wasn’t the point anyway. 

“You two seem to be getting along well.” 

The monotone voice stopped the both of you in your tracks. Standing in a slim-fitted insulating jacket was the eldest of the Zoldyck children. Standing precisely on the crack in the sidewalk he demanded you meet at. You didn’t miss the annoyed click of Killua’s teeth. Or the blank foreboding stare directed at a specific pocket of yours.

“Yup, Killua offered to walk me to our meetup spot. If you’re alright with it, I wouldn’t mind if he came with us.”

Illumi robotically tilted his head, his eyes still trained on the same spot it had been focused on since he started watching you. 

“I doubt Kil would find any enjoyment in where we’re going.”

Killua's eye twitched. “Oh? Where are you going?”

“Somewhere for adults, I’m sure you’d find it boring.”

“Really try me,”

The two intensely held each other’s gaze, vaguely conveying that this may need your intervention. With a well-timed sneeze, you might have saved yourself and the whole park from their ‘playful’ exchange of blows. Illumi seemed to back down first stepping closer to your unoccupied side where he waited for his brother to leave. 

Said brother didn’t look all too convinced. Squeezing his hand in yours brought his attention to you, already smiling in silent reassurance.

“Hey, take care of my sweater for me ‘kay.”

The silent message was heard as Killua, who begrudgingly released your hand from his hold. With a final glare towards his brother, he’d begun to leave, watching as you turned and waved to him as he went. He also watched as his brother slipped his hand into your opposite pocket. With a final click of his tongue, he moved at speeds practically impossible for the human eye back to the apartment you’d organized for him and Alluka. 

Making your way wordlessly out of the park, finally stopping within the toasty insides of a ceramics shop. With the unmolded clay in front of you and the guide having finished their instruction, you finally giggled at Illumi. 

“I’d hardly call ceramics an adults-only event.”

Illumi didn’t laugh, he didn’t even look up from the shape he was focused on molding. 

“I would. He isn’t a part of this so it isn’t bizarre for it to be considered an adult event.”

You decided to keep quiet about the toddler two tables down. Instead, you poked your head over the assassin’s shoulder to see what he was making. Glad you hadn’t started working on your own creation, you pulled back the raven locks that were spilling dangerously close to his work in progress. 

Missing the slight stutter of his fingertips as he registered the soft, gentle hold of your fingertips he continued. Opting to focus solely on his creation with more intensely.

“I’m so glad I brought a hair tie for this exact moment.”

“...if you don’t hurry up your clay will dry and your money will go to waste.”

“Ah. So money conscious.”

Finished with a nice low ponytail, you scooched back into your seat; prepared to begin your own creation. Sparing a glance at Illumi, you expected he’d be laser-focused on his work but instead he was staring at you unapologetically. While you found this wasn’t uncommon for him it didn’t change the fact that it was still odd. 

“So uh what are you making?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just asking, are you worried I’ll make fun?”

“My finished product will be more than enough to answer you, right?

“I guess so.”

You had an inkling of worry that he’d create something graphic and horrific. But you had to remind yourself: he wasn’t Milluki. Who unapologetically, on multiple accounts, scarred surprised you with animal entrails, graphic posters, and concerning digital art that bore striking resemblance to you.

Speaking of striking resemblance…you had a glorious idea. 

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“So…what is it?” 

You hated to ask but you had to. The ceramic resembled the bare requirements of a face colored by a paint color akin to your skin tone. Somehow when you turned your head to the left side you saw a screaming face but when you turned your head to the right it looked as though it was smiling. 

“....” 

He just stared at you blankly (as he usually did) but you could tell there was something unfamiliar. He turned his head away from you as he reached for his creation back. 

“If you can’t tell than it shouldn’t matter.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m sorry!” 

You held the…thing in your hands with care as you bore witness to the rare sight of an embarrassed Illumi. 

“Even if I don’t know what it is I think it’s beautiful in its own right.”

“Don’t lie its unbecoming of you.” 

“I’m not lying!”

You let him snatch it from your hand and tuck it in his pocket. Smiling to yourself, you found comfort in that he didn’t immediately toss it into the trashcan by the doorway. Catching up with his quick pace you held you’re wrapped creation to your chest. 

“I would like to continue on now.”

“Don’t just sweep it under the rug! It’s all about growth.”

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“Here you are Kalluto!”

He was doing what you had suggested: finding his own style. Alas, he still found himself taking the most buried articles of clothing from your closet and posing in the mirror. If you had noticed you didn’t say much, when you let yourself into the room he’d been given. 

“I made it just for you.”

The vase had a pink hue, with speckles of purple. He liked it but he was curious why he was gifted this. 

“I based it off the color of your eyes. I saw the shade being offered and I thought it’d be a perfect souvenir for you.”

His cheeks were overtaken by a hot crimson as he gingerly accepted the small vase. He loved it! Holding it close to his chest he almost missed the presence of his eldest brother outside his room. Judging by the slim-fitted jacket, his hat, and his pointed stare at the gift itself told Kalluto everything he needed to know. So that was his decision, for his day out with you? The ceramics shop?  

The image of you crafting something while smiling along with him. Hands touching one another while you both crafted something beautiful. Your attention solely focused on him. 

He’s so jealous. 

“Thank you. It looks beautiful.”

“ I’m so happy you like it! I was worried I wouldn’t get the color right but looking at you now I see I’m right on the mark.”

Kalluto’s cheeks never changed from heir red color, causing him to tuck his head into the collar of the shirt he stole from you borrowed. Sending a cautious look at the figure in the doorway he took a gamble. He put the vase down, quickly moving to nestle his head into your stomach almost immediately having your arms wrap around him. He didn’t bother locking eyes with the observer, instead pretending to be fully enveloped by your attention. 

If he did have a problem, Kalluto could argue that his time with you was limited. Therefore nothing was off the table. Not when their access to you would be gone forever. He’d rather it not be that way.

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“Silva.” 

The call of his wife had the current head of the Zoldyck family, wordlessly asking what she needed. Nonetheless, he responded in kind. 

“Kikyo.”

The two of them were seated a ways apart from one another each sipping on their respective drinks as the candles slowly burned. 

“We need to talk about (Y/n).”

“What is there to talk about?”

He knew what she wanted to talk about. Those of any authority within the Zoldyck family already had a gray consensus about their host. All that was needed was definite words, so that they could be a united front on the subject. 

“On the topic of (Y/n) coming with us.”

Silva crossed his arms. 

“We cannot.”

“Why not? All of us like them! They show promise in maintaining the family, they’ve even convinced Kil to come home more often!” 

He wanted to grit his teeth but he didn’t. Only brought his cup to his mouth for a pensive sip.

“No, they’d never survive training. Let alone our world in general.”

He maintained his composure as he parroted Zeno’s consultation. Even as his wife slammed her own cup on the tray and opened her mouth to protest. He knew she’d ask because he had asked. 

“Mr. Silva. Is it okay if I call you that or would you rather it be Mr. Zoldyck?”

It amazed him that such a meek, small, weak host would have made him even consider bringing you along with them when they returned. Their host couldn’t be farther from them brimming with compassion and mindfulness that brought out a side the family had long since fought against. 

It shouldn’t have enamored them as it had. But it did. Leaving everyone in the family vying for their attention. With them the family’s prowess in killing meant nothing and it didn’t do any favors in garnering positive response. 

But it was for that exact reason Zeno mused that they’d never fit in the Zoldyck family. Even if they chose the route of marrying you into the family it would diminish your time with the everyone. Favoring the one they’d marry over all others. It’d be so unfair

“Husband, this opportunity to attain a sliver of another world would benefit the Zoldyck family! Even more so as a tenant or as a servant under all our care! It wouldn’t impede the family’s strength and their rules to serve would make them an asset to explore.” 

“And have them reach a butler’s strength alone. At their level?”

Kikyo hung her head covering her visor with her hands as she resisted the urge to weep. Silva refused to look at her, focusing intensely on the still liquid in his cup. The pain in this revelation was mutual. 

“Mr. Silva, did you go to aquariums when you were younger?”

“For missions.”

“What about on your own?”

“What would be the purpose of that?”

“I don’t know, to see the animals. To learn about them.”

“What use would learning about these animals do? If there is no time that I’ll be within their biome it would do nothing for me to retain this information.”

“Isn’t it nice to just be in awe though? To just fathom loosely about the world we barely have begun to discover?”

The image of their excited face illuminated by the tank was the moment Silva’s first felt that emotion. It reminded him of meeting Kikyo, of having his heir, of establishing a budding lineage. He learned that feeling was better not left ignored for it could very well determine the safety of the ones he felt it for. 

He’s seen it in his children, in all his children, so he could only see what he could control spiraling for the others. He could only think about the repercussions for when they returned home. There’d be no way to cull it easily; with you being literal dimensions apart.

Kikyo’s sulking stopped abruptly her hands folding to sit on her lap.

“Perhaps there is a way to bring them without breaking the rules.”

Blue eyes look at her expectantly.

“The Zoldyck’s have not encountered anyone worthy enough to consider adoption.”

“Adoption?”

“Yes, the process hasn’t been used within the family before…if it were to be implemented–” There was something hopeful within her voice and a twitch of a smile on Silva’s lip. 

“Then the rules that qualify the one adopted would be entirely up to the head of the family.” 

Silva attempted to resist the smile that spread across his face, as he leaned back onto his hand. How apparent would it be that their host had such an impact on them since they left the mansion? But even so, this was proof that they should have their host after all. 

“I’ll have to check with Zeno…but perhaps it might be a veritable solution.”

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You were glad you spent the night before sobbing your heart out. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to smile through the Zoldyck’s goodbyes. Granted none of them, except for Kalluto and Alluka, were even close to shedding a single tear. Nonetheless, you hugged them all trying to calm yourself. 

The otherworldly energy spewing from the portal never made you nervous before and yet your hair was standing on end. Your tolerance for fearful situations had decreased significantly as you got to know the Zoldyck family but it never completely went away. You weren’t an idiot. 

They were a family of assassins. 

It’s foolish not to expect threats on your life at every other turn. But this had an effect on you on a deeper level than that. This was more unsettling. 

Was it the amount of place-holding spirits killed during their stay? Or the physical planet of this dimension lurching as it coughed up one of the most murderous families to stay here? Or was there something wrong with the integrity of the dimension itself?

You were tethered to the realm and it was tethered to you. For the most part, it only means you have a loose idea of what’s to come with the weather or an effect on a guest’s actions. But in times of dire situations, you’ve had the world reach out to you. At this point, you were already looking for a sign. 

But that wasn’t your main focus not when the younger ones were keeping you occupied. Hanging on your arms were Alluka and Killua; the latter was playfully mirroring the former. 

“Aw (Y/n)! We’ll miss you so much!”

“Yeah! We’ll miss you soooo much!”

“Ah Killua at least you could pretend to be serious about this.”

Spying Kalluto a ways off clutching the vase you had made him you gave him a small smile. 

“This relocation didn’t turn out to be a complete waste.” 

Milluki spoke up, unabashed as he pulled along a cart of all his anime and gaming memorabilia. You could see the invisible sneers of disgust from majority of the family, Killua didn’t even bother hiding his. 

“For once I’d agree,” Illumi chimed sending a bottomless look in your direction. “There were plenty of…unexpected trades to learn in a world devoid of hunters.”

“Thank you?” You shrugged.

Zeno let out a chuckle putting a thoughtful hand on your back. 

“I think all of us in the Zoldyck family have learned quite a bit.” You had to fight the tears now.

“For that we thank you.”

The entirety of the Zoldyck family bowed to you, leaving you to fight tears at the demonstration of respect and love they had for an average-dimensional host. Fanning at the water building up in your eyes you bowed and thanked them yourselves.

“You guys! Get over here and give me hugs!” 

You made sure to hug every member of the family even if they made unsettling comments as you did Milluki. 

Getting the timing perfectly right the portal opened to its full size, the electric blue illuminating everyone’s faces. You could smell the atmosphere of the Kukuroo mountain and the forest upon it. All that was left to do was for them to enter. 

“Alright now as stated before time has only been an hour in your world. Now you will be coming down from the sky but I’m sure you all will manage.”

“Thank you for everything (Y/n).”

You bowed your head to the patriarch missing the devious glint in his eyes.

“Of course.” 

Starting with Silva they each dove into the portal, leaving you to stand by yourself in the field of sunflowers selected as a gateway. Turning away from the flashing portal you could finally address the world’s message for you. The surrounding grass began to lay down unnaturally, spelling out a word. 

“They–”

You bent to down watching as the green blades folded into more words, filling your heart with trepidation as it spelled slowly.

“--will not–”

The blades continued to fold slowly as the sunflower stems frantically sprouted from the ground. Not bothering to wriggle free from the stems wrapping around your wrists, you tried to hurry the world’s spelling. Why did you feel like you needed to rush?

“-let you go–? Wait what the he-” 

Before you could finish a translucent, glowing, and golden dragon, like one from Japanese folklore came out of the portal. Wrapping around your entire body it skillfully carried you into the shrinking portal. Only stopping for a short time to wriggle free of the sunflowers that were simultaneously pulling at your limbs.

Now on the other side of the portal, you were being pulled backward. Your front looking at the endless sky watching the portal shrink and close, slicing the desperately reaching sunflowers and their stems. 

Something within you seemed to break but before you could dwell on that you finally tried to register what was going on.

“AHHHHH!”

Diving with you in it’s coil the dragon was rocketing in the direction of a mansion. All you could do was hold tight as the dragon slowed to a stop. Gently letting you lie on the floor, taking a moment to ground yourself you barely registered the booming voice.

“Congratulations (Y/n), you’ve been inducted into the Zoldyck Family.”

“W-what?”

“As the adopted of the Zoldyck, you’re duty to the family is to be protected and to participate in the family to the best of your limited abilities.”

“Wait—”

“Per your lack of Zoldyck blood, your title as the adopted is willing to change for the family’s convenience.”

“HOLD ON!” You stood up fully holding your shaking hands out as you began to process what this would mean. Before you can get a word in Kikyo runs up to you, shoving your head into her chest as she rocks your unsteady form. 

“Rejoice my (Y/n)! Now for all the care you’ve given us, we get to take care of you!”

“Mother, you’ll smother them.”

“Ah big brother, don’t need to get jealous I’m sure you’ll get your turn.”

“I know that.” 

Unable to speak or look too far away, you felt Alluka and Kalluto grab at your pant legs. No doubt they glared at one another as they vied for your attention.

“(Y/n)!” ”(Y/n)!”

Being no help at all Killua wasn’t too far behind, ”Oi don’t hog them all.”

Whether it was the exhaustion of dimensional travel or losing air within your mother Kikyo’s breast. Beginning to lose consciousness you could barely make out the ghost of a smile on Silva’s face. Zeno withheld no courtesy, smiling happily as he turned away.

After all, you were home with them. Where you belonged. 

Surely the Zoldyck family could handle the dimensional repercussions of claiming their host.

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[rosazoldyckk]

Yandere! Silva X Daughter Reader

⚠️warning⚠️ obsessive thoughts and mentions of death

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Character(s): Silva Zoldyck, Zeno Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck, Milluki Zoldyck

A/N: I DO NOT INTEND FOR THIS CHAPTER TO HAVE ANY RELATIONS TO INCEST!! I'm aware that some things written in this chapter might be mistaken as incest, but I promise I don't intend to make it seem that way.

Of course you can interpret my writing however you want to, I have no issues with that. Just please know I don't write stuff related to incest♡︎♡︎

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"Didn't I tell you to stop killing these poor butlers, father? How do you expect us to be taken care of if you take your rage out on our servents?" The young Assassin grumbled while putting her hands on her hips. Suddenly, the whole estate went silent. However, the rest of the lower butlers blinked and gulped in hope.

At the edge of the room, the young assassin can be seen. Her long H/C hair that shined under the moonlight can put any woman to shame. Her E/C eyes that they inherited from her father were sharp yet adorable. It could not be denied that with her looks and god-given talent for assassination that the girl belonged to the Zoldyck family.

With their sudden appearance, Silva lowered his guard and relaxed. It could be seen by his face that he adored the presence of his dearest daughter. With a soft tone, he asked, "Y/N, dear, what are you doing here? I thought you were out of the house."

The Lower butlers secretly beg the assassin to spare them from their death. By doing this, not only do they have a higher chance to survive, but they could also continue to contribute in caring for the Head's most adored daughter, Y/N Zoldyck.

One with no common sense would simply assume that Y/N was the glass child of the Zoldyck family, but behind closed doors they couldn't be any more wrong. Y/N was the glue that kept the family together. She was known to be cruel, sadistic, and outstanding in the art of assassination. However, there were people such as her siblings that could see the other side of her. Most of the time, Y/N was a kind and calm individual outside of work. And today just so happened to be a day where she felt generous.

Y/N thought for a bit before shaking her head, "I thought I told you our agreement about killing butlers in the mansion. Their screams can be heard from my room. It would be better if you killed them quickly or just let them free," she sighed as she turned her eyes to the poor butlers that had been severely tortured by electric shock.

Silva on the other hand glared sharply. Although it was subtle, his eyes went smaller, and clenched his hand.

He hated it.

He hated it when HIS daughter ignored him for Illumi.

He despised it when HIS daughter left him alone to play with Kalluto.

He loathed it when HIS daughter was playing video games with Milluki.

He felt sick to his stomach whenever he witnessed HIS daughter braiding Alluka's hair.

He detested it when HIS daughter is 'playing' outside with Killua and his pathetic excuses of friends.

And oh dear god did he want to smash a boulder across his head whenever he saw HIS daughter laughing with her mother and grandfather.

Silva loved his only daughter to death. Every inch of his daughter belonged to him and ONLY him alone. He hated sharing with others, family only being a small exception. If he could, he would lock her in his room and make her look at him and ONLY him alone.

Knowing that the entire family would riot against him if he were to bring harm to the assassin, he buried that plan deep within his heart and continued to be a 'good dad' for her. He forgot the agreement and decided to play it funny so that his daughter could let this case pass.

"I apologize, dear," Silva grumbled with a fake frown. "Unfortunately, these foolish butlers failed their mission and their penalty is nothing but death. I thought it would be great to punish them first but I overlooked an important part,"

Y/N kept her mouth shut and looked at her father. Somehow, Her emotions had stirred up from her father's response. She knew that her father loved her the most out of her brothers. He would remember every word she had said and did not dare to break any promises. Sadly, although she had been feeling generous, today has been a tiring day for her and all she wanted is a good night's rest.

"Just let them free for my sake. I couldn't hear them screaming any longer! Do you know how much their screams had disturbed me from my sleep?! This is a simple agreement and somehow you can't even remember my words. I'm so disappointed in you," Y/N spat in tiredness. As soon as she said that, she quickly turned her back and jumped to her room which is located on the outer side of the fortress.

Silva hid his rage and waved to her daughter's back. "I hope you'll have a nice dream, my sweet Y/N"

Soon after Y/N left the room, the temperature dropped. The butlers shivered as the waited for another wave of electricity to shoot through their bodies, but nothing came. They glanced up at their boss, only to see him with an expressionless face.

Without another word, he allowed the ball of electricity growing on his hand to explode, killing the butlers in an instant. With his eyes full of tenderness, he took a deep breath of air.

"I'll make it up to you, my daughter..."

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Zeno sighed tirelessly as he observed his sons actions. "When will he stop with this obsessive behaviour? Those butlers did nothing except make sure Y/N was taken care of, and yet he still killed them? In all my years I've never seen Silva express such madness before."

Illumi sighed in helplessness to his grandfathers words, "Even I'm starting to get a bit bored now, As her beloved eldest brother I must make sure that she is on the path to success. Father doesn't need to get involved when she has me by her side at all times."

"You're right," Milluki replied in annoyance, "Though Y/N is next in line to head the family, seems like dad is a little too eager for her to stay by his side, am I right?" He grumbled as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth.

The 3 of them shared looks of confusion as Silva finally got up to exit his room.

All they could do is wait.

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[midnightfoxglove]

PLATONIC BATFAM X GOJO!READER

Gojo!reader with those inhumanly gorgeous blue eyes. 

Though unfortunately, still extremely sensitive, often experiencing excruciatingly painful migraines after over exerting yourself yet again, it pains your family to see you in so much pain you can’t find the strength to even move, just resting in your bedroom, lights cut-off, absolutely zero noise, not even being able to sleep the time away, waiting for the pain to reach a point of when you can move with a stronger hold of consciousness, but having you rely on them so desperately to delicately lay specific made eye drops, curtesy of Bruce and Tim, in those tired yet still absolutely breathtaking eyes of yours is a definite ego boost.

You really remind them in times of frustration why they do this, the whole crime fighting, not by words just by actions alone, knowing someone as powerful as you depend on them, not even talking about how utterly precious you are to them. 

Just being able to get to see even a peck at your eyes, knowing you hide them so determinedly, is an ego boost, enough to brag, enough to spark jealousy in the others eyes. 

The batfamily often pit each other to go on patrol impatiently watching the clock tick waiting for you to ask. 

They easily summed up that steadier hands were more desirable to you, less pain that way. 

Less movement, less noise are more desirable.

On that note, obviously, Alfred is the most popular.

But that’s no matter, who doesn’t like Alfred, they tell themselves, or rather their bubbling jealousy.

Other fandoms this also works for :

HunterXHunter(Zoldyck Family), DC(SuperFam), Marvel, 

#Dc #Platonic Batfam #Batfam X reader #platonic Batfam X reader #Platonic Zoldyck family #Platonic Zoldyck family X reader #Gojo reader #batfam x batsis #batfam x you #Yandere(?) #Yandere batfam #yandere dc #yandere Batfam X reader

[kiame-sama]

The Zoldyck's Omega- (yandere!Zoldyck Family x Omega!Reader)

Warnings; my abo au, abo, brooding, omega reader, poly relationship, Mention of pups, pregnancy, temperamental omega,

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There was an unusual tension in the air surrounding Kukuroo mountain, a static that seemed to bleed into the air and soak the very soil. Though the inhabitants of the mountain were almost always quiet in their day to day life, a low growl could be heard in the heart of the building within the mountain.

After some time with their dearest omega living within the mountain, the adult Zoldycks were well aware of the broody behavior omegas often exhibited after being in heat. However, this had gone on for well over two weeks. Brooding after a heat is common for an omega, though they usually do not stay broody for too long. The fact that this most recent brooding session had not ended after two weeks was an indication that the soft omega of the Zoldyck family was with pups.

As they often did whenever new behavior showed itself, the adult Zoldycks called upon their close ally and friend, Netero. He was an apex alpha and the grandfather of the soft omega the Zoldycks protected, so surely he would know how to proceed with a pregnant omega. When this brooding behavior first occurred, he had mentioned that pregnant omegas need a whelping den in order to calm themselves down, but he did not say much beyond that.

"It should be near enough to her usual nest that she will not have to go far from the comfort she knows, but far enough that she can settle properly without feeling compelled to move her nest."

"What would you recommend as a starter for her whelping den?"

"Somewhere similar to her nest; a smaller room with one entrance she can defend, low ceiling to give that cozy and protected feeling, no foreign scents she isn't familiar with, and plenty of overly soft nesting materials. Where omegas can nest with anything in particular that has a pleasant texture, a whelping den needs to have nesting items soft enough to not scratch or distress pups."

Zeno nodded, clearly rather interested in getting the whelping den set up as soon as possible in order to break the broody behavior you were stuck in. The apex alphas all wanted to ensure you were taken care of and kept safe, so your aggression towards them and aversion to any food given to you had been upsetting, to say the least. If giving you a whelping den would help you return to your more affectionate behavior, they would happily do so.

"So she will stop brooding once in a proper whelping den?"

"She should," Netero sighed, stroking his beard, "but when she does finally give birth to her pups, she will return to being hostile and broody until they are several weeks old, so she should be fed far more frequently and with greater amounts especially towards the end."

Silva was rather appreciative that they had the assistance of the elder apex alpha, unsure what they would have done without the guidance provided. As he was one of your mated alphas, he was compelled to want to comfort you, but your continued aggression towards him made that action impossible. Hopefully you would be able to settle properly within a whelping den and return to your adoring and sweet behavior.

Of course, there were still many other details that needed to be hashed out, such as figuring out what kind of help you would accept during the delivery process. There had to be doctors who were trained specifically to care for omegas, so there was still the matter of figuring out which one they should contact and if that doctor will be trustworthy enough. Omegas were rare, so finding a doctor that was trusted enough to work with omegas would certainly be a rather large task.

The decision was a difficult one, but one that needed to be made regardless.

"I will contact (y/n)'s doctor, Zeta. She is a nose blind beta that has treated several omegas before. Odds are, she has known more omegas than most will ever see in their life. This doctor has been providing medical care to (y/n) since she was no more than a whimpering pup. If anyone is to be trusted with a broody omega, it would be that woman."

"We will send for her immediately and ensure she is paid well."

"Oh, don't bother. She won't let you pay her anyway. She began as (y/n)'s nanny, an extra pair of hands to help rear an omega pup. (Y/n) was one of those omegas who had a clear rank the moment she was born. Some grow and become omegas, (y/n) began as an omega from infancy. As Doctor Zeta showed great skill in handling an adolecent (y/n), I decided to devote resources to ensure all education in medicine was covered. Since then, Doctor Zeta has treated omegas around the world. Even with all the fame, she will always come running if (y/n) needed her to."

Netero smiled as he recalled the nose blind beta, curious to know how the woman has been since he last saw her. She was as brilliant a doctor as she was a nanny, and he knew that she adored his dear omega grandchild as much as he did. Though Dr. Zeta would charge others for the treatment she provided to omegas, she refused to charge anything to treat or asses you.

Netero took out his phone, sending a message to the kind doctor and where he needed her to go in order to treat you. Once he finished that, he set to assisting the Zoldycks in finding a suitable place for a whelping den. There were three possible spots, leading the three locations to be adjusted and filled accordingly with soft items suitable for making a nest for pups. Once the locations were properly prepared, Netero had the doors to your room and nest opened in order to encourage you to seek out a proper place for a whelping den.

You emerged slowly from your nest, being extremely cautious as you sniffed and looked around. When you were satisfied that you were safe and there were no others present, you began your search by visiting each of the three prepared locations in turn and examining the potential bedding. It took five laps to the three spots before you settled on one, quickly scuttling into it and pulling in all of the bedding in reach.

As soon as the Zoldycks saw on the security cameras that you had chosen a whelping den, they ensured to have the bedding from the other two locations scented fully and placed outside of your chosen spot. They gave you your space as you sorted through what you wanted and what you didn't want in your nest. When you were finally settled, Silva was chosen as the one to approach and test your temper.

"(Y/n)," Silva called to you gently, trying to not come across as intimidating or angry, "can we talk?"

There was a moment of silence from the whelping den before you cautiously peaked out. The fact that you were not growling or swiping at him gave Silva the confidence to step closer, kneeling down to your level. You somewhat emerged from the den as he crouched, your (e/c) orbs watching his movements keenly.

Before he could question you as to your wellbeing, you fully emerged from the den, affectionately pressing your forehead to his chest. It was clear that the whelping den worked exactly as they had hoped, your broody behavior almost completely gone and your sweet behavior returning in full force. It was a relief to your mates that you no longer behaved in a hostile manner towards Silva, meaning you would likely behave similarly towards your other mates.

"Are you well, (Y/n)?"

"... Hungry..."

"Food will be brought soon."

You hummed and continued to rest your cheek on his chest, relaxing into the side of your alpha. He allowed and encouraged your cuddly behavior, holding you close and listening to you hum happily. It was unexpected for you to be with pups, but they had figured it was an eventuality and couldn't be more pleased.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere kikyo #yandere silva #yandere illumi #yandere zeno #yandere Zoldyck family #yandere hxh #hxh yandere #yandere abo #my abo au #tw abo #tw pregnancy #tw poly #tw omegaverse

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

A LOVE LIKE A FAIRYTALE

A/n: the kids adore their grandfather, Ash, in every way. The family adores him, despite the challenges he faces everyday. But they will not tolerate people trying to disrupt his quiet life.

It was a slow night, most residents of the mansion were either out for work or asleep. The butlers were finishing their task.

Nighttime was always a beautiful time to walk on the premises, breathing in that crispy air, enjoying the few moments his body allowed this. He closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze passing through his locks.

He felt a presence, he knew who that was. He simply smiled, not turning back. He watched the moon,full and white, shining an almost ethereal light on the woods below.

He felt alive.

He continued his walk, appreciating these moments even more. He had everything he needed: a loving family, a loving husband and a good house. He couldn't complain, well he could but he chose to cherish the time he had.

It wouldn't do him any good to fall back onto the past. Brutal as it was.

But, he did it for his family, and he would do it again in a heartbeat.

The corridors were almost deserted. He found relief in the stillness of the night. Sitting down in their massive king size bed, he got ready, putting on his night mask. The medications working to keep his pains at bay.

Well, until he saw a familiar face back in the mansion. He knew his husband had a meeting with a client, but he didn't expect that particular person to appear.

Fear seized control of his body. He couldn't stop, he couldn't breathe. Especially now that he had been seen. That smirk, that harrowing smile that had haunted him for years to come after that dreadful encounter.

Running away was extremely hard, after all the tortures he'd been through. His body was so exhausted, in pain and frail. But he ran and ran and ran. He made it far and far away. But he was so far away from home. Gosh, Zeno and the kids must have been worried sick.

They were, they had been searching above and beyond. But nothing.

He managed to find a phone booth, but it was just a fleeting moment before he was back on the run. He couldn't continue no more. He was so tired.

He was so close to the gate. But he knew he couldn't open them. Non in his condition. He fell to his knees, breath so worryingly erratic and shallow. He was losing consciousness. A face, black hair. Ill...

Killua was passing by, when he noticed his Pop standing still, shaking. Until he noticed it: the client his grandfather was supposed to meet. "Pop, breathe. We're here for you" said Killua, keeping his trembling hand in his. The client was slowly inching closer and closer, but Killua's murderous glare was enough to keep them at bay.

"I'm just here for business. But I thought I could catch up with your grandfather over there. It has been quite some time since we last saw each other. The circumstances were a bit... different " they said. But they looked maliciously amused by the situation.

Ash was even paler than his usual complexion. Killua, catching sight of his older brother, motioned for him to come closer. "Well, my grandfather is a little busy at the moment, why don't you talk about business with my brother Illumi" said Killua, not needing to tell hid big brother any word.

Killua swiftly took his Pop far away, but the shaking never ceased. Gosh, he must have been exhausted now. His eyes were vacantly staring at nothing. Taking matters into his hands, he called a butler, telling him to fetch his grandpa Zeno urgently.

"We'll take care of it, Pop, don't worry. Breathe deep with me. You're safe here" he said, while doing some breathing exercises with his Pop. Gradually, Ash calmed down, but he was so drained and achy.

Zeno came rushing. Concerned etched into his face. Killua, while keeping a steady hand on his Pop, explained the situation. Zeno listened intently, cataloguing each information. Well, he was about to discuss a business proposal, but scums didn't deserve his time. Not if they were the one who almost took away his pride and joy.

"I'll let Silva and Illumi know to take care of this" he said, voice tinted with an edge of bloodlust.

Killua, seemingly satisfied with the conversation, hugged his Pop before going out.

Grabbing his ringed hand, he kneeled down, drawing small circles with his thumb. "It's okay, you're safe here" he said, before gently guiding him to their bedroom.

What Ash needed was a quiet place, away from anyone. They sat silently on the bed, Ash burrowed under a heavy quilt. His stare still vacant. But he stopped shaking, while gradually lying down.

Zeno took the cue to start reading a book out loud, filling the silence with his low steady voice.

He was glad he had chosen this part of the mansion, far away from the lower levels.

The screams wouldn't be heard. And his husband could sleep soundly and safely, knowing that nothing would come close to him.

A bit of blood never hurt anyone.

#yandere hxh #hxh headcanons #hxh fanfic #hxh x reader #hxh masterlist #yandere zoldyck #zoldyck family #hxh x male reader #yandere #death tw

[kimbap-r0ll]

Welcome Home (Yandere!Illumi x fem!reader)

tw: kidnapping

You had no idea what happened. In the morning, you remembered working at the café as you always did, going home and making lunch, and hanging out with your friends for the weekend. The day had been a holiday, so you were let out earlier from your job, so you were relieved to relax a bit. When the sun had gone down however, you felt as though a pair of eyes were watching you wherever you went. You couldn’t shake the fear off even when you entered your house. You turned on all of your lights, closed the blinds, and went to your room. You sat on your bed, contemplating on why you were feeling this way.

“I’m sure it’s nothing you have to worry about,” your friend told you through text when you asked her. She was busy on a date with someone else, so it was likely that she didn’t want you texting her anymore. Typing back a thumbs up, you shut your phone off and got ready to sleep. You would be able to sleep in late tomorrow, and you wanted to get some rest after having been stressed about work for the few months you had been there.

But while you slept, you wouldn’t notice one of your windows sliding open.

You woke up the next morning, rubbing your eyes and looking around only to see a change in scenery. Gone were the blank walls and the post-its with your to-do lists. Now, the walls were an ornate red, a looming dragon seemed to be carved into the ceiling, and you were laying on the softest silk one could ask for. Where were you?

“I thought you died,” someone spoke to you from your left. You turned your head around quickly to the voice, only to see a pair of unnervingly large eyes.

You pinched yourself a bit, wondering if this was a dream. You had never seen someone like this; the eyes looked almost doll-like, he was stiff as a statue, and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here y/n,” he continued, getting up and taking your hand.

“H-hey, before you say anything how do you-“

“Know who you are? Well, I’m upset that you didn’t think you were being followed for the last few months,” he interrupted. This time he was successful in grabbing you and yanking you up from the bed.

Everything was going so fast for you, he didn’t bother asking you to change out of your pajamas as you were being forced to walk down a long hallway. The place looked like a dungeon, with how low the ceilings were and the stone walls.

“Who are you? L-let me go,” you whimpered, you were afraid for your life. Was this some kind of a human trafficking gig? The tall man in front of you said nothing, only continuing to pull you.

You finally had enough of the silence and tried to get out of his grip by sharply turning your heels the opposite direction. But his grip tightened, almost too much with bone-shattering strength. You yelped, stumbling when he yanked you back.

“I thought you would be more civil and respectful, oh well, can’t judge a book by its cover I guess,” the man hummed, forcing you to follow him once again.

“You haven’t told me who you are yet,” you replied, still trying to fight against him.

“Illumi,” he looked back at you. “Not that you’ll likely call me that from here on.”

“Then what am I to call you?” you asked, afraid of what his answer would be.

“Your husband.”

He opened the doors after turning many corners to a large room. It looked something like a meeting room, except there were no chairs and instead cushions. The room had a feeling similar to the room you had awoken in. There was small patterns of chrysanthemums on large marble pillars and designs of phoenixes were etched into the cushions on the floor.

Your eyes eventually landed on two people sitting in the middle of the room. The man, Illumi, forced you forward, then pushed you harshly to the ground, causing you to kneel. Who knew a human could have this much power?

“Mother, Father, this is who I was talking about,” Illumi introduced you to the two in front of you. The father had long platinum blond hair, but his piercing gaze was what you noticed first. Then there was the mother, she had a slender build, but she was wearing a visor of some kind.

“She looks like she could play the part,” the father spoke. “However I don’t know if she could fit into the assassin’s lifestyle easily.”

“Wait, wait, what?” you shook your head, an assassin? Who were these people, why were you here? No one seemed to hear you as they continued to talk amongst themselves.

“She should be easy to mold, I don’t choose carelessly,” Illumi responded.

“She definitely has potential,” the mother looked at you, but then she clicked her tongue. “I don’t know if she will be good enough to produce a rightful heir however.”

They continued to scrutinize you, talking about whether or not you would be able to do the job, how many children you might produce, and so on. You sat there, confused, and trying to get their attention only in vain.

“The Zoldycks have a reputation Illumi,” the father spoke again, and that was when it all clicked for you.

The Zoldycks. They were a feared family of assassins you had heard of online. You knew that they were responsible for the assassination of a close family friend who worked as a diplomat in West Gorteau, and you had been afraid of this family since. You knew that they lived somewhere remote, but the thing that stuck to you the most was how the children of the family were also known to kill. Children had the power to murder full-grown adults, some even in high military positions.

“I-I want to leave, you must have the wrong person,” you protested, but Illumi simply looked at you and tilted his head.

“I won’t stop you leaving, but I’m sure Mike would give you trouble. Not to mention you’re on the top of a volcano right now, I don’t think it would be easy to get through the woods before you get lost,” he replied. You shuddered, not wanting ask who this “Mike” was.

“Well then, at least let her feel welcome,” the father said, he looked at you with a stern gaze, but something in his eyes seem to show pity. The mother said nothing and stood up as well.

“We’ll start training tonight,” Illumi said, placing a hand on your shoulder and bringing himself closer to you. You felt his face only inches away from yours to your right, his eyes were burning into your skull.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to withstand some electric shocks, right? Think of it as a welcome to your new family.”

#hxh #hxh x reader #hxh scenarios #hxh imagines #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi #illumi x reader #zoldyck family #zoldyck siblings #hxh zoldyck #yandere illumi #illumi x y/n #yandere illumi x reader #yandere hxh

[bimbosandbubbles]

Four Square

Starring Yandere Hisoka,Chrollo,and Illumi aka the adult trio x healer chubby reader

Warnings-manipulation,lying,coercion,hinted stalking,breaking and entering, Hisoka being Hisoka,ass slapping,foursome,dirty talking,breeding kink(no creampies tho), dry humping,pussyjob, thigh riding,fingering,praise, a dash of degradation, unhealthy behavior,obsession,possessive behavior,YANDERE,hairy pussy,hairy legs(Body hair is normal and I’m totally pushing the agenda with my fics),spitting,odd scent kink?,blow jobs,hand jobs,pussy eating,omg finally protected sex in one of my fics. Honestly not so many tbh(compared to my other fics)not really proofread! Sorry!

Wc-13.6k(ya’ll I got rid of 7k more words)

Taglist- @shaisuki @lilyalone @999-ang3l @queenmimis @agnl2000 @thewickedofrizz @kelly-fushiguro345

"Illumi,you will not wed to a woman that does not carry the same blood as us. She's nothing but a mere commoner." A high posh voice protests.

Black,empty eyes star deadly daggers at the person who spoke those words with such confidence. "I will not hesitate to cut off your tongue if you speak one more ill word about my soon to be wife,mother." The woman gasps,"Illumi! You don't speak to me in such a way!" A monotone voice counters,"I can and will. You mean nothing to me compared to her."

Just the mentioning of his sweet savior in the third person arouses cherished memories,memories that he's saved and replayed ever since he's left your care. He remembers your gentle caresses,the calm tone you spoke to him as you nursed his intense wounds. How you uttered his name with such affection the longer you took care of him.

He longs to see you again,longs to feel your touch,longs to hear your honeyed voice rant and ramble about your day to him. He misses oh so very much,his bride who's so far away from him now. He wonders what you're doing—he should call.

A ghost of a smile draws onto his face at the thought. Should he video call you or no? He wants to see your bright smile as you say his name so happily. He's pulled away from his thoughts by his father's deep voice. "If you really feel this way for such a low woman why didn't you just take her away?"

This question peaks Illumi's interest—why didn't he take you back home with him? His family would've grown to love and be fond of you quite easily. Was is because he thinks you'd be angered with him? He couldn't bare to feel you being cross with him—resenting him for stealing away your free will. No,he just needs you to treat him as you do,with such care and love that he'll never get enough of. But apart of him wishes he took you with him,wishes you were here now—lounging with him and touching him in the he way he's grown to love. And this causes Illumi confused,an emotion he often feels when it comes to you,not used to the foreign feelings you give him.

The confusion leaves Illumi without a answer to his fathers question. But that doesn't stop Illumi from replying,"That is besides the point,mother is fighting me on claiming what surely belongs to me. I deserve my (Reader),I deserve to have her as my wife and as the mother of the future Zoldyck bloodline." His parents are baffled by their quiet and normally unfeeling son who seems to be throwing a tantrum at the ripe age of 26.  Silva's cool yet bright blue eyes stare into his son's black ones,thoughtfully thinking about a way to go about this.

Finally he sighs,"Take her then. Wed her and bed her. But know they're are others who want her just as badly as you do." Illumi squints his eyes at that—what others would possibly have the guts to take you from him,one of the most  deadly assassins there is. "And those others will be killed  by my hand mercilessly."He coldly states. Silva huffs with humor,"Not when you find out who those others are." 

Illumi hands clench into fists,"How do you know such information and I don't?" It angered Illumi that his father dare know more about you than he does. Especially because Illumi keeps a watchful eye on you through others,hiring many spies to report to him about you whereabouts. So how does his father know this? 

"You think my son being interested in a woman for the first time in his life isn't business to me? Me and your mother know much more than we lead on about your little healer woman." Illumi speaks with tight lips,"Who.is.it." Silva smiles,"She's your woman,find out yourself."

Illumi manifests a needle out of thin air,"You will tell me exactly what I want to know." Silva chuckles heartily,"Threatening me? Wow you must really love this common woman,huh? Tell me Illumi when was the last time we fought?" Illumi frowns deeply at his father's amusement—irked with his enjoyment of playing with his newfound emotions.

"Don't toy with me father. I'm no longer a little boy." He spits with venom. "That you are not,my son. I suppose I will give you a small hint since you are a smart man. Two men you've allied yourself with in the past want are the ones who wish to have her. "

Illumi looks as shocked as his face will allow him to be. It couldn't be who he thought it was....right?

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"Oh Hisoka,don't buy me that!" You demand. "Nonsense,my dove. You'll look so pretty for me in this little dress."  You shiver due to the proximity of his plush lips to your skin. "So,you only want to buy me something cause you'll like it? And here I thought you were being nice to me 'Soka."

The male wraps his lanky arms around your wide waist,not forgetting to grip the pudge of your stomach through the material of your wool turtle neck. He bends down to your ear,whispering lowly—the tone so seductive you get chills going down your spine. "You know I'll always be nice to you...unless you don't want to me which I can gladly do as well." 

You clear your throat, flustered by his actions,"I'll keep that in mind 'Soka." He hums,his sharp nails digging into the pliable flesh of your plentiful stomach. "So,my dove will you allow me to get you this dress or will you be stubborn with me?" 

"You already know the answer." You say teasingly. "Your stubbornness is so cute—but you must know either way I always get what I want." Your brow raises,"And what do you want this time?" Hisoka leers at you with his cat like eyes,licking his lips before his answer,"I want you to stop denying me when I wish to spoil you. I owe you after all."

You laugh sarcastically,"You owe me? Last time I checked you saved me even if you didn't mean to." You recall the night so vividly as you mentioned. You were calmly walking in the night,just getting home from a long day and your tired body became slowly unaware to the world around you. You became so numb,so unaware in fact you didn't hear the running steps of someone behind you. Before you knew it a man covered in bruises and wounds head to toe had grabbed you,pushing you to shield him in some way.

Then you felt a cool blade pressed against the plushness of your neck. You remember fighting and struggling against the male's overpowering strength. He shouted across your shoulder,muttering about something along the lines of "I'll kill her if you take one step closer." In the midst of that though you finally meet the eyes of the bloodied clown.

Hisoka had easily disposed of the man,shaming him for putting someone as weak as you are in a fight you're useless in. After that you chased him down,begging him for a chance to thank him properly. He was disinterested in you from the start and it wasn't until you offered to heal his wounds that he even entertained you.

From then on Hisoka would pop up when he got injured and you'd loyally heal him as thanks for saving your life. Eventually the two of became actual friends? You don't know what you're relationship is with him due to how he does things such as this.

"Oh noooo my dove,I only killed that man because he was hurting your pretty little neck." You roll your eyes,"Okay then,what about after,huh? You said people like me were pathetic and wastes of space." Hisoka leans his head on your shoulder,his tall body looking deformed from how far he's bending,"Hush,I was only being so mean to you cause I didn't realize how useful these hands of yours are."

At his words you're reminded what type of man Hisoka really is. A man who sees only the strong and never the weak,a man who's full of intense bloodlust that simply gets turned on in promise of a good fight. So it makes you ponder why he hasn't gotten rid of you yet? Sure,you're a healer but there's many others who better at it. You're not even a healer who uses nen,only herbs and traditional medicine being practiced by you. And still you remain alive,untouched and unharmed by a killers hand.

It seems Hisoka has made you feel too important,too valuable to him,that you've grown to feel comfortable—safe from his bloodlust. "So I'm only alive because of my healing ability?" You try to conceal the hurt in your voice but Hisoka still picks up on it. Immediately he turns to comfort you,"Oh my dove—no,no, you mean so much more to me than that. I just worded it wrongly."

"Yeah,right. So how long do I have until my hands have no use for you Hisoka?? I can't believe for a second I thought—" Your rant is cut off when a pale hand loosely wraps around your throat. The grip is painless,barely noticeable honestly but it's the fact you know that Hisoka could easily kill you with just a tightening of his grip. "Hush,do you think so low of me as to murder you? How dare you. Honestly,you need to give me some credit." He practically purrs out.

"I care for you my dear (Reader), a concerning amount might I add. So when I say something"—he leans down closer to your face,his lips gently kissing the chubby skin of your cheeks,"I mean it. Do not ever accuse me of just simply using you again,you understand,my dove?"

But Hisoka is using you in a sense,just not that one you were implying. He's not using you for the learned skill you possess—no no,it's much more. You've given something to Hisoka that rivals even his bloodlust,you've laid bare to him the feeling of obsession. A feeling that drives him deliriously mad in sick pleasure—like a drug he can never get enough of. He doesn't know what it is but only you can give him such a feeling. A feeling that leads to him feeling...in love with you.

"I understand Hisoka." You nervously say. He lets go of his grip on you,patting your cheek gently in approval as he does so. "Good,my smart girl knows just what to say. Anyways,shall we get this dress for you?" He phrases it like a question but you know Hisoka will buy it anyway. "Let's buy it." You mutter with an uneasy smile,still not recovered from feeling Hisoka's hand on your throat.

"Right answer again! You're on a roll aren't you,my dove?" Hisoka praises you excitedly. "Yeah—" you're once more interrupted by the crude ringing of a cell phone. You dig in your pocket and see just who's calling you. On the screen it reads no caller id and you know exactly who it is.

"Oops,sorry Soka I gotta answer this." You wiggle your way out of his hold. This leaves Hisoka pouty,"Can't it wait? I wanted to buy food for you after this too." You chuckle,"No it can't,it only take a few minutes. And I'll be right outside." Hisoka rolls his eyes,"Alright but stay right there."

You nod and rush out the doors of the store. As soon as you feel the cool winter air on your skin your thumb presses the accept button. "You took a little long,didn't you?" The smooth voice says. "Oh give me a break, I was doing something." You playfully bite back. "Yeah,like what little spider? Were you watching those silly movies again and almost missed my call?" His tone seems playful but what lies beneath it is an annoyed man. But no,he can show his spider how upset he gets when you don't answer right away—no no such a gentle thing like you doesn't deserve to see him like that.

"Noo,for your information Chrollo, I'm actually Christmas shopping right now. I even got you a little something but I'm not sure if I should give it to you if you're gonna tease me." Chrollo chuckles,"Mmm,well I guess I have to stop for a little then. Who are you with by the way?" Your brow raises at that,"Umm what makes you think I'm with someone?"

"Don't consider me a fool (Reader), I just have a hunch." You roll your eyes at Chrollo's need to always seem mysterious in front of you. "Alright, I am with someone." You admit. "Who?" He asks,more like demands. "A friend. And does it really matter anyways?" Chrollo wishes to tell you that yes,it does really matter. Because every waking second that you don't spend with him drives him crazy. Not a single person deserves to be close to you the way he is. He wants to say all that but he settles for,"Yes because I want to see you tonight. I don't another person to hinder our time together."

"Oh no are you hurt again?" Chrollo chuckles at how concerned you sound,finding it cute. "Must I be hurt to see you,little spider?" You hum,"Mmm,yes cause those are the only times you visit me. Ya know it's not nice to do that—coming to me when you're all battered and then leaving so soon,it's so mean Chrollo cause I'm left worrying and missing you for how long God knows." Chrollo's heart beats at that,you miss him just like he does you. But there's also ache at the fact his little spider is left worried about him,that you're hurting cause of him.

But you have to understand he can only speak to you sometimes—if he did it too much you'd be hunted. And until Chrollo has you his he can't allow that. But at his core Chrollo is a truly selfish being and his selfishness is starting to show more and more. He's been indulging more frequently in his needs to see you,to smell you,to touch your velvety skin—like now.

"I'm sorry (Reader),but I'm a dangerous man I can't show up whenever I want. It's so you don't get hurt." He says. "Yeah,yeah I get that. But it still leaves me worried ya know? Anywaysss can we meet up a different day?" Chrollo sighs,"It's too late. I'm already in your house."

You nearly drop your phone in shock,"YOURE WHAT? YOU CANT JUST BREAK IN MY HOUSE!!" Chrollo hushes you,"Sshhh my spider, I just wanted to see you so bad and I knew if I waited any longer I would go mad." His soft voice eases you from your anger a little,"I get that I guess,but it's so not okay to break in my house Chrollo!" Chrollo makes small comforting noises through the phone,"I know,I know but don't be mad at me,little spider. I only longed to see you and I will confess that has caused me to act...a bit rash."

This damn sweet talker. You had to admit you had a soft spot for him since the night  you met him and that paired with his soothing words were a weapon against you. "Alright,I'll be there in a hour. Don't rush me either." You say,caving into him. "Mmm,you listen so well (Reader). Always so good to me. I'll see you,okay?"

"Okay. See ya,Chrollo." With that Chrollo hangs up and you sigh,the cool air making your breath look like fog. You turn back around and open the door only to feel the hard abdomen of someone. "So,Chrollo,huh?" The purring voice taunts.

"Hisoka! What're you doing out here?" He hums,"Well you were taking a little long for a quick phone call and wanted to make sure you weren't hurt." That was a lie Hisoka was listening from the very beginning you went outside and only now has he made himself known.

"Oh well it's not nice to easedrop,you silly clown!" You embarrassingly scold. "I wasn't easedropping,I just heard you say his name right before you hung up." He lies. His lengthy fingers reach down to grab your chin,"I was checking up on you,my dove. It's late and a cute thing like you shouldn't be outside at night for too long." His index finger and his thumb caress your chin gently,softening your suspicion of him.

Your left without a reply to that,simply settling to hum in acknowledgment. "I'm assuming you have business with him then,so that means we're not getting food?" Hisoka asks. You look at Hisoka and then remember how excited he was to take you out and for the most part you had a lot of fun minus the almost choking incident. You smile at him,"No,let's get some food 'Soka." You did say to Chrollo that you'd be an hour...so it's not a big deal,right?

Hisoka smiles brightly,"Good,I'm starving." The two of you venture off to a small burger place that you recommended to go to. Your orders come quickly and you scold Hisoka for simply getting a strawberry milkshake while you have a whole combo meal. "Hisoka you said were starving and you order a strawberry milkshake...."'

"I said I was hungry,not for what." With that his large hand makes a move to grip your plush thigh licking his full lips as he does so. "Don't make me regret sitting next to you 'Soka." You say warily. "I don't think you'd dislike what'd I'd do to you (Reader). " He purrs. "Oh yeah? What makes you think that?" You say challengingly. He leans close to your ear,preparing to whisper,"You know I could easily unbutton those little jeans you got on  and put my hand on that pussy. You wouldn't fight me either,huh? You'd probably like being fingered in public,right? You dirty girl,of course you would. "

Hot heat rushes in your veins,shocked by the filthy words of your companion. " 'Soka!" You whisper shout in embarrassment. "Hmm?~" He replies,lips now trailing the shell of your ear. "S-Shut up and drink your shake." You command. Hisoka pulls away,chuckling,"You're such a innocent little thing,aren't you?" 

"Hush and drink." You say. Hisoka surrenders  and does as you say. It's silent and that allows you to think for a little bit. Your brain and body finally catch up to how Hisoka's words made you feel. As he uttered each filthy syllable you couldn't deny how your thighs slightly clenched close,how your breath hitched in hesitant arousal.. It made you feel perverted for feeling such a way because Hisoka didn't mean what he was saying,right? He's overtly sexual all the time so why'd it feel so...intimate? It's as if he really meant it.

"My dove,you're hardly touching your food. Here let me fix that." Hisoka brings a slight cold fry to your lips. "Say ahhh.." He says playfully. " 'Soka 'm not a baby..." You announce begrudgingly. You say that but your lips still part open for the fry and then you do the same for another and another and another. It goes on so long that Hisoka just starts causally hand feeding you in public. "Do you want a bite of your burger,my dove?" You nod and he easily complies,holding the burger to your mouth as you take a good size bite.

You chew and chew,missing the way Hisoka observes you. His yellows eyes light up in pure enjoyment as you let him do as he pleases to you. He revels in the way you barely even resisted him feeding you finding it so cute how you just gave into. He enjoys how much you've grown to trust him even from the beginning—following him around like a little kicked puppy,desperate to thank it's savior. He wonders if you know the effect you have on him—how he softens up around you,how he constantly spends money on you despite his motto of saving money,how he can't keep his hands off your supple body.

Not to mention how he feels when he imagines someone else treating you in such a way it makes him disgusted. How lowly of said imaginary person to believe they could actually make you happy? No,no, only Hisoka can. Only he can get you to smile that one specific way,to get you to laugh until you feel like you have to pee.

"Can I have another bite?" You ask expectantly at the man. "Yes buttt you have to say the magic word." Hisoka teases. "Please 'Soka." You plead. Hisoka gets chills running down his back,the kind he gets in a really good fight but instead of blood,he craves you. You asked so very sweet that he can't help but imagine if that's how'd you ask for his cock—soft and kind with a begging glare in your eyes.

"Of course my dove,anything you want." You smile at him as you take another bite.  Hisoka continues to feed you bite of the burger or transitioning  to the even cut fries.  Occasionally his poised fingers stop feeding you to clean off crumbs or sauce that lands on your cheeks,always licking his fingers once he wipes it off.

Finally you take your last bite,eating in grateful content. "Was that good?" Hisoka asks pleasantly. "Mhm,it was." Despite how good you said it was you sound bothered...bothered by the fact that you let Hisoka feed you,without a fight. Was it a haze of blinded trust or perhaps something else? You try not to think of it too much,deciding to change the topic.

" 'Soka I just remembered about the shopping bags. What happened to them?" Hisoka waves you off good naturally,"I stuck them in my car,no need to worry your pretty little head about it." You smile happily,a wave of alleviation crashing against you. "Good,we should get going then!"

Hisoka obliges,his tall frame standing up right and a well toned arm slinks itself around the plushness of your middle. "Let's go." He walks you over to the door and you stop abruptly to bid a goodnight to the kind employees of the establishment.

The two of you saunter off into the night,the obnoxious neon lights of the restaurant being nothing but a mere trail. Hisoka's arm tightens around your waist,pulling you even closer toward him. You can feel the heat radiate off of him,easing the cold biting air just a bit. You lean into his touch,sighing contently. An action Hisoka notices with excitement—a fox grin curling at his lips.

"You know (Reader),how I've always said that you never owe me when I buy you something?" He says. "Yes...why are you bringing this up?" You attempt to keep your tone steady but all you can think is "Oh my god,he's finally done with me! I have no use to him anymore! He's going to kill me!"  Hisoka stops walking therefore stopping you as well and at that moment you could feel yourself swallow rocks. He leans down,leering down at you menacingly—his playful grin gone and replaced with a straight expression.

"I'd like to kiss you. I promise it'll be worth your while." As soon as he mutters those words his mischievous mask paints back on. "Kiss me?" You say breathlessly,deeply confused as to why the killer clown would want to do that. "Yes,I don't usually like to repeat myself either,(Reader).You might push me too far.~" Your eyes look at his,searching for some playful game or plot in them. There's nothing but pure excitement though,the kind of excitement you've seen his eyes light up with when he's recalling a gruesome fight to you when you patch him up. He's sincere.

Without hesitation because you know anymore thought would muddle your confused brain even more—your lips open to form the first syllable of yes but are interrupted by Hisoka's mouth. He takes advantage of your already open mouth and sticks his large tongue in ,the pink muscle doing something oddly pleasurable inside. You can't help but whimper quietly as he uses your mouth so passionately. Your dull nails dig into Hisoka's forearms,causing a lewd moan to fall out of the man's mouth.

The clown takes advantage of his arm already wrapped around your waist—a skilled hand gripping the love handles with a teasing force that makes your knees weak. He pulls you closer to his own body—relishing in the fact that you're so close to him,loving the heat your soft body exudes.  He finally pulls away staring down at you—lust glazing over his bright yellow eyes.

It's silent between the two of you and you expect Hisoka to say the first word but instead he pulls you into him,enveloping you into his hard chest. " 'S-Soka?" Your voice unintentionally shakes,the shock from the kiss still overriding your brain.  "You taste so good,you little minx. I'd take you right here on this sidewalk if you weren't so pure. It's okay though,I'll wait and mold you into the perfect cocksleeve. My sweet good girl who'll take my cock so well...I just know you have the prettiest pussy. So so pretty,just like your face."

Hot red heat flushes throughout your blood system—the cold weather no longer being a bother. Was he ranting? Could he not control the filthy words flowing out of his mouth? This reminds who about how he rants and rambles when he's facing a strong opponent,yet all you've done to get him so riled up is kiss him. Your mind muddles itself to a all too thoughtful puddle—too shocked to even understand what's going on.

You thought you and Hisoka were friends,a friend to him that he'd flirt with and touch constantly—but that's just Hisoka,right? Hisoka who comes to your small home in the middle of the night,injured yet excited. Hisoka who's now patched up,that convinces you to let him stay in your bed with you. Hisoka that sometimes cuddles with you for a few hours before he disappears for another months time. Hisoka who'll call you or leave playing cards around for you to know he's still alive and well. You may not be the smartest cookie in the batch but you know Hisoka hasn't and probably never do that for anyone else. His selfish nature being a unforgettable attribute he possesses.

Hisoka who's pressed tautly against you—his hard bulge grazing against your squishy belly. You're breathless and left wordless—your body being the only  thing left to communicate with. You feel hot,so hot that you can feel how burning your hands are against Hisoka's muscular forearms. He stares down at you,his predator like eyes practically eating up your reaction of his action. He could see your body turn rigid yet you're still frame is like puddy in his experienced hands. You liked it,he knows you did. Otherwise you'd be resisting him—telling him you don't want him to touch you in such a way—to not spew such dirty things at you.

This makes Hisoka wonder how far can he go? Can he go as far putting his hand down your pants? Would you allow him to curl his extremities up into your warm hole as the two of you stand onto the calm sidewalk? Would you let him kiss the nape of your neck while he's hushing you to be mindful of people as you moan crazily on his fingers? Would you let him hump your plump jean clad ass as he gets you off on his hand?

Hisoka doesn't get to find out anything though because you've seem to finally be able to speak a sentence. "I-I have to go home 'Soka." The killer clown knows why you're saying that,knows who's waiting patiently for your promised arrival. He feels a sense of jealousy, a feeling he's never really bothered to feel before and that irks him to his core. Why? Because you were leaving him for Chrollo. He wonders if he should go with you and already begin the fight he's long been craving with the leader of the troupe. He can just see the vision of him basking in the blood of his own body and his dead's opponent,he'd beckon you over and seduce you gently,coaxing you into letting him fuck you in the pool of blood. Chrollo's dead body ominously watching as he ruts and thrusts into your body.

The fantasy alone makes Hisoka's hardened dick throb in his loosely fitted pants. But he pushes away his own lusts,smiling as he pulls away from your body. "Okay then let's go." He says cooly. You look at him with puzzlement though you drop the expression—after all you're on a time limit. He uses his arm that's connected to your waist to start the monument he stopped only a few minutes ago.

The walk to the car is quiet and awkward mostly for you. You can't shake off how that kiss made you feel...it makes you want to ask what you truly are to Hisoka. You know he does not see you as an equal—a fair opponent he wishes to fight to the death with. So like your thoughts earlier you're lead to believe you give Hisoka something he cannot go without—at least for now,til one dreaded day he's tired of you. You like to think though that you mean more to him than you really know—a comforting thought to have instead of impending death.

You wonder if Hisoka just sees you as something he wants to fuck. No—if he did than from the beginning he wouldn't have been so aloof to you. Why'd he have to be so confusing? You curse the man you've grown to weirdly cherish.

Hisoka opens the car door for you and you settle in,buckling your seat belt and fixing your clothes slightly. Before you know it he smoothly starts driving ,taking you home—the home Chrollo is patiently(impatiently) waiting for you at.

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Charcoal black eyes peer from the window of a cozy home. They watch as a obnoxiously bright car pulls up into the little drive through. Two people get out of the car,a shorter one and a much taller figure. The eyes recognize the shorter one as you—looking soft and pliable as you usually do. A bright smile plastered on your face as you hug the taller figure.

But the soft gaze the eyes held when they were staring at you is gone once they figure out just who exactly you're hugging. Chrollo wonders how this damn clown knows you—is this a ploy to get him to fight him faster? To use something he holds so incredibly dear against him? He wouldn't put it beneath Hisoka to do,nor himself though. He knows he's not all that much better compared to him.

But this is simply impossible,no one knows about you. No one even knows a shred of Chrollo's feelings for you...so maybe,just maybe this clown knows you for different reasons. Chrollo tells himself Hisoka doesn't even know your connection with him.

The man becomes so lost in thought he doesn't notice you've already made your way inside,bags in hands. His head snaps as he takes you in up close—walking over to you and reaching for the bags. "Woah,now I know I said I had a gift for you but you can't just take my bags Chrollo." You joke. Chrollo scoffs,amused,"My apologies,I must've gotten too excited."

"I guess I can let it slide since your visits are always a special occasion." You say with a bright smile,similar to the one you showed Hisoka. This irks Chrollo slightly but he just smiles back,happy to be in your warm presence once more. Chrollo sets the bags onto the table in your kitchen,knowing exactly what you're about to do.

He predicts you correctly because he feels your pillow like arms wrap around his shirtless middle. He could feel the affection you radiate for him—feeling it soak and burn itself into his body. It's the feeling of authenticity—real,not fake like Chrollo's learned emotions. That's why he liked being with you so much,you invoke a mystery feeling for him—a feeling he must learn to keep and nurture.

Your chubby face leans against the furriness of his warm jacket—the burning feeling of your cheek resting on his back. "I missed you." You croak out weakly. Were you crying for his long awaited absence? Chrollo smiles,wiggling his fingers to intertwine with yours that are securely wrapped around his torso. "I know you have my needy little spider. Tell me what you've been up to during my absence?"

Chrollo knew what you have been up to,always. But he wanted to see if you'd divulge in instances like Hisoka,an instance he had no clue about til now. How'd that slip past him? Would his little spider lie to him? He can't wait to see. He turns to face you,finding that yes,you were crying. Your eyelashes are wet and slightly more clumped together and your expression is frumpy—a small frown gently tugging at your lips. Chrollo hates and loves you're crying over him. He hates that you're sad and not crying because he's fucked you to the deepest edge of pleasure,those being the only tears you should be shedding with him. And he loves it because you're feeding into him so well,you're so receptive and even more affectionate than Chrollo himself. Perfect.

This is all going in fruition,all according to Chrollo's well thought out scheme. From your first ever encounter Chrollo found you intriguing and by the second one he knew he wanted you as strictly his. So the leader knows how gentle he has to be with you,knows he needs to slowly lead you into his obsessive hold. But tonight changed everything,Hisoka was involved with you. And that meant one thing to Chrollo—competition.

Chrollo doesn't know why the clown is interested in you but he knows for a fact that he's hanging around you for a specific reason. He's obsessed with something about you or worse obsessed with you as a whole. With Hisoka in the way,Chrollo can't smoothly lead you into his web and trap you. No,instead he has to deal with another greedy predator before he can get you.

"I'm too tired to talk about all that 'Ollo." You mutter. He knows he can't push you too far so he drops it for now. "Mmm,I knew you looked a little tired. Do you want to rest on me?" He offers gently. He sees you nod so he elegantly grips your hand pulling you with him as he sits down on one of your dining chairs.

"Chrollo I didn't think you meant on your lap!" You spew in a flustered manner. You wiggle in his grasp only making him wrap two strong arms around your fleshy middle. "Don't fight me,you'll never win. Just sit here with me." He says soothingly. You peer back at him—your body getting hotter as you get to see his handsome face in person once more. You note his cross tattoo on his forehead that sits in harmony with the rest of his handsome face,the nice slicked back comb over that shows off his pale and clear features. But nothing compares to the few times you seen Chrollo with his hair in his face—the style framing his facial structure in such a flattering way.

"Chrollo can I....?" There's a pause,the rest of the vowels and syllables unsure if they should continue. "Hmm?" He asks. "Can I play with your hair?" It comes out shy,too shy and it causes the man you're sitting on to burst out in laughter. "Whattt?" You whine. "Nothing,it's just how hesitant you were. It's cute,don't worry about it. But to answer,yes,you may."

He likes how you grin up at him for the agreement of your affection. But he finds it silly that you don't know how much he craves your touch. It's gentle and kind,much like you. Do you not notice how he always slightly hums when you rub him or even fiddle with his fingers? Do you not notice how he shuts his eyes contentment? It's amazing that you don't know what effect you have on him.

Your chubby hand reaches up and starts playing with the strands,occasionally going up further to calmingly rub at his scalp. It's silent,like it often is when you have Chrollo as company. You guys do talk but most of the time that is spent with Chrollo is tranquil—void of anything but quietness.

"Chrollo?" You call out again. "Hmm?" His eyes are shut,enjoying the treatment of having his hair played with. You don't know what compels you to ask this but after the events with Hisoka touching you in such a intimate way...you really can't help it. "How do you feel about me?"

The air is thick,coated with tension that the sharpest knife couldn't even cut. It feels like hours before he answers and honestly you felt like crying just out of the pure embarrassment you felt. Chrollo's grip on your middle runs down to your abundant hips—gripping possessively at them. "I feel happy around you...genuinely happy, in a way I haven't felt since I was a little kid in Meteor City. I feel real around you, like I don't have to reel you in with any charm or tricks because you simply like me. I like that simplicity of that,how you actually like me and I can't help but keep coming back for more of you. The way I feel about you (Reader)..." he grips even tighter on your pliant hips,"is something I never felt before."

Chrollo barely scrapped the tip of the iceberg of how he feels about you. He wouldn't dare tell you that he's deeply obsessed with your existence. Wouldn't even dare speak of the grotesque acts he's ordered down on others for the sake of the relationship he wants to build with you. That would ruin his slow conditioning he's enforced since day one.

"C-Chrollo I don't know what to say..." you slump in his lap,staring back at him in uncertainty. His warm lips lean down to grace the little exposed skin of your neck,"Then don't think..just feel how I want to you to feel for the rest of your time with me." Your brows crinkle at that,what could that possibly mean? But then you feel it...the feeling of Chrollo's talented hands explore the expanse of your body.

It feels like whiplash having this happen twice,especially so close in time. It almost makes you feel dirty—ashamed for allowing not one but two men to touch you in such a way. The only thing stopping you from pulling you away from Chrollo is how good his hands felt on your clothed body.

They wander,touching your covered chest—squeezing the fatty flesh in a vice grip. "You're...so soft." Chrollo murmurs,almost in a trance. "Mmf t-thank you!" You hurriedly spit out. His hand goes to your tummy—his slippery fingers creep underneath your thick turtleneck,the cool contact of his skin making you gasp lewdly. "You sound so good too." He hums.

Underneath you,you couldn't ignore the hard bulge pressing against your ass. You could feel the imprint of it,even the bent shaft that's partly stuffed into the side of his pocket. It's big—really big,at least it feels like it. Hands that lay beneath your shirt—touching and caressing the rolls that adorn the sides of your torso—the fingertips touch you so gently causing the illusion of soft kisses riddling your tummy. "You're such a sweet thing, everything about you is malleable,so moldable. You're perfect,so perfect." Chrollo whispers in your ear,the tone full of affection and lust.

"Don't say that...'M not perfect." You deny. "No but you are to me. You're everything I could ever want." He kisses your ear,a loving action. Ironic for a thief to say—to admit he's fulfilled with you yet he and his troupe still take from the weak.  "I want to do something,is that okay with you,my spider?" You look up at him,glazing trust in your eyes that makes Chrollo melt. "Okay." You say breathlessly.

"Turn to face me,I want you to sit on one of my thighs,okay?" You look at him curiously but you still find your legs straddling his thigh. "Good,good." He places his hands back on your hips,the warmth making you feel even hotter than you initially were. "I want you to move now. You can do that right,(Reader)?"

"M-Move?" You repeat. Chrollo could see the worry paint your pretty features—he wants to laugh but he holds it in. "Don't think,my darling. Just do as I say. You'll feel good,I promise." His honeyed voice oozes dominance despite the leveled tone he speaks with. "Move." He says.

It's like there's some type of drug in his voice—something that compels you to follow his orders. You start moving very slowly on his thigh,barely feeling any friction. But the small moments you do your posture shoots up straight like an arrow and small pleasures gasps tumble off your tongue.

Chrollo watches you as he normally does—drinking in your reaction. This was rash—Chrollo wasn't planning to introduce something so sexual to you yet,he was going to wait to establish his feelings for you and organically build what he wanted with you—slowly grooming you for his obsessive and possessive ways to the point you wouldn't question him. But something in him snapped,perhaps it was the questioning of how he felt or the realization of Hisoka's unexpected company.

Chrollo's possessive and he supposes he wants leave a mark on you. He figures you hadn't let Hisoka get away with something this far and he'd be the first and only. "Take off your pants for me." You look up at him,anxiety coating your glazed pupils,"C-Chrollo no one's ever seen me like that before ..." His expression softens,the lust in his eyes practically fading away.

Perfect! Perfect! No one has touched or seen you in such a way,this was amazing news for the man vexed with you. He could have you fully to himself if he played his cards right—he has the urge to be greedy right now and completely strip you away from your virginity. But he decides against it,his little spider would take baby steps to him just like he planned. Plus he's already pushing the limits by initiating something so sexual.

"Oh my love,no need to be shy with me. I love how you look regardless,just trying to make you feel good,that's all. But I can't do that if you keep your pants and panties on." His tone is babying,talking down to you like a learning a child. "Would you please take them off for me, hmm?" He makes it sound like a suggestion but you get the feeling it's not—just a gentler method of getting what he wants from you. 

You slide off his thigh,standing upright and leisurely unbuttoning your pants. It's slow,shy and accidentally seductive to the man before you.  You could feel his eyes burn into you,making you even more insecure than you'd like to be. Chrollo usually makes you feel safe despite his dangerous status,yet something's different within him now. This is the first time you've ever felt smaller to Chrollo—powerless and forced to a meek little thing that obeys him. Chrollo feels carnal—lacking his gentleness he usually exudes,reduced to nothing more than a predator succumbing to his hunger.

Your pants pool to your ankles and you're regretfully reminded of the poor choice of underwear for this moment. They're dingy and old,comfort panties—not a really hot guy wants me to get half naked for him panties. It embarrasses you to no end so you find yourself quickly pulling them down—a stark contrast to the pace of your pants.  But once you pull them down you feel another embarrassment,a more permanent one.

Hair litters your mound,blocking any view of the inner beauty that's in between the fat lips. At this point you wouldn't even like to indulge in anything with the man you find so attractive. Your hands go to cover your private area,ashamed of the hair that basically hides your pussy. "Don't—Don't hide for me. I want to see everything." He says.

"But I haven't shaved or anything and it doesn't even look good and and—" You're cut off—two strong arms wrap around your wrist to pull you in and once your are you're met with a hot kiss that quickly gets broken. "Nonsense,it's just as pretty as it would be bare. Don't shame what I want to call mine—saying it doesn't look good is an insult to me. Especially cause I'm so hard for you—look," he pauses to pull your hand to his throbbing length,"you feel that,that's for you,my shy girl." Your finger's carefully trace the shape,causing the man to wince a little in unreleased pleasure.

"As much as I'd like to feel you touch me...this isn't about me. Get on the edge of the table and spread your legs for me."  You obey,awaiting the man's actions with opened legs. He hums appreciatively,eyeing the wet slit he gets to see now—he eats up how the the moisture slightly sticks to the pubes,finding it incredibly erotic knowing he made you that wet. His hands slide you even more forward to the point you'll fall front ways if he wasn't nestled in between your thighs.

He places his thigh to the height of your cunt,pulling you closer by your ass cheeks. You gasp as his fingers dig into the self made holes of cellulite that riddle your ass. Another gasp falls from you as he now fully sits you on his thigh. You wonder if it'll give out soon due to your not so light weight but you don't voice this,knowing Chrollo would wave the notion away.

"Now you can move." Chrollo states. It's a few seconds before you think to move but Chrollo gives a warning slap on your ass to obey him. Your shaking hands grip onto his muscular shoulders—your pelvis making an effort to move back and forth onto the expanse of his thigh.

Small mewls and whimpers of pleasure tumble out your o shaped lips. But that's not good enough for Chrollo—no he needs to hear you moan for him.  He abuses his grip on your ass by forcing you to move faster—harder onto his leg. "Just like that...just like that. You're doing so good...I could feel your slick go through my pants,so cute how wet you are for me."

He leans into you,kissing your face affectionately in a loving manner instead of a lustful one. His lips set sights on the little skin of your neck that's exposed from the turtle neck and they latch on—sucking and biting his claim onto you. He pulls away to look at his work,admiring how the mark is a slight darker complexion compared to your skin color.  His eyes watch at your expression—engrossed in your ajar mouth that moans for him  and your shut eyes that are closed so tight the skin around your eyes wrinkle.

He feels his cock throb at the sight—the sight of your hips stuttering occasionally against him,the sight of your hairy pussy spread apart by his thigh—it's not only the view that leaves him throbbing it's feeling of your oozing wetness seeping into his pants,coating his pale skin underneath.

"Chrollo!" You whine,the grip of his shoulders tightening immediately. "You're gonna cum soon,aren't you?" You furiously nod. His hands once again move you faster against him,his grip onto your ass being unbreakable. "That's right...cum for me,yes that's a good girl. So good,so good!"

He feels your hurried breaths against him,the desperate whines that flee your parted lips—dull fingers dig into the warmth of his usual coat. You begin to feel like a weak tree flailing in the wind,loosing control of your own stimulated body. Your ministrations come to an halt,leaving Chrollo confused,he hasn't felt you cum so why'd you stop?  "Why'd you stop?" The way he says it is calm yet you could hear the annoyance slightly oozing out. "Just need a break,'m not used to feeling so much." You reason breathlessly.

"Did I tell you to stop?" He asks. "No but—" He silences you with a sentence,"No,that's right. I didn't so that means don't stop."  He slaps your ass roughly—a consequence,no a reminder he's the one who's in control. "I'm sorry Chrollo, I didn't mean it like that!" The man hushes you,rubbing your head gently,"I know,I know,you're not used to something like this but you just need obedient which I know such a smart girl like you can be. But instead of one orgasm,you're gonna have to give me as many as I would like,okay?"

You nod warily,not wanting to disappoint Chrollo  once more. "Good girl. Now,start again." The minute you pick up momentum it's a never ending attack of orgasms against your cunt.  You begin to lose hold of your conscious,only becoming a slobbering mess on top of Chrollo.

Babbles upon babbles escape you to the point you don't care what you say. You have no room to think—no room to even breath,the sex filled air snuffing your senses. And throughout each earth shattering orgasm Chrollo's there to talk you through it. Soft hymns of praises direct your eardrums to keep moving,to keep grinding your cunt on his thigh.

But you can't take it anymore,your abdomen aches from thrusting so hard,your heart is beating so rapidly,and not to mention the dull feeling that throbs uncomfortably between your dripping thighs. You slump forward into the shirtless man, unable to even hold your body up anymore,your back is met with Chrollo rubbing soft circles on it,kissing the side of your temple as he does so.

"Good,that's enough now. Let's take you to bed." You huff against him tiredly,furthering your position to lean on him more. He easily lifts you up,grabbing the underside of your thighs with his hand to keep your body snug against him. He walks you over to your bedroom,gently setting you down onto the fluffy mattress once he arrives.

He walks around your room,somehow knowing just which drawer you keep your panties in and he grabs a comfortable pair that he cautiously slides up your meaty legs. "Don't leave mee 'Ollo. Please,won't get to see you again." You sleepily call out. Chrollo smiles amusedly,"I won't leave. Don't worry. I'll take care of your while you sleep." He reassures,although it's a lie.

He would be leaving as soon as you shut your eyes but not because he wants to. Because has to. He knows you'll be upset about it in the morning,hurt and conflicted by his disappearance. You wouldn't have to suffer that any longer though,soon you'd always be by his side. He 'd have you in his web,soon,maybe sooner considering the complication of Hisoka.

He watches you collapse into slumber,leering over you like a overbearing shadow. His apparent bulge standing even more upright,he now wishes he had let your warm supple hand wrap around his cock while you pleasured yourself. He sighs,annoyed with himself. He supposes he could use your still moist cum and slick as lube when he gets back to his "home."  That would be fine,his imagination could the rest of work just alright.

He gives you one last loving look before bending down and placing a soft kiss to your lips. With that Chrollo leaves you in the night,resting,knowing you'd be searching for him in the morning.

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It's been two whole weeks since you've seen both Chrollo and Hisoka. You've called and texted Hisoka,only to be met with voicemails and unread texts. You would've done the same with Chrollo but it would've been futile because the man always has new numbers due to his chosen profession.

Your heart burns and your brain won't stop scolding yourself for being so easy. You've gone all your life being untouched in such a way yet these two man in the same night made it seem like easy work. Maybe you were too trusting...putting too much faith in evil men. You wonder what you've done wrong...were you feeding in too much? Or were you too shy?

Tears sting your vision,blinding you as you attempt to stay attentive to the cheesy romcom you've put on for some comfort. You want to slap yourself and get a grip but you can't.  Your booming heart hurts,the feeling of being used aches so deeply it's unforgettable. You begin to tell yourself that's all they possibly wanted from you anyway,you were just something entertaining,not anything of value.

Your mind goes back to the moments you've shared with them both,happy and memorable times that help aid the heaviness you feel weigh at you. What if you fought back their advances? What if you said you wanted to keep things strictly platonic despite the strong attraction to them both? What if? What if? What if? What if? Dozens of scenarios flash through your mind of what could be now if you just said no...

Your wallowing session is cut short though due to a sharp knock on the front door. You arise from your couch for the first time in hours and waddle over to the door. And once you open it you wish you weren't dressed like a hobo right now. The saggy oversized shirt and underwear combo not being a good look in front of the handsome man on the doorstep.

"Illumi!" You shout embarrassingly. You try to seem put together but you know it's useless. Your eyes are dark and baggy,your usual warm looking face is cold and sad. And that's without including the tear stains on your pudgy cheeks. You want to run and hide from Illumi's watchful gaze but you wouldn't even be able to run from him.

You can't help the urge to scrunch into yourself,to disappear into a hole and be swallowed completely for the shame that runs hot in your system.  "Who made you cry?" He asks darkly. "Oh n-no one Lumi. I'm just real emotional lately because of hormones.."

The lie doesn't seem to work because Illumi because he only asks again only more irritated. Normally you wouldn't dare to tell Illumi about someone that hurt,knowing the man would murder the person who upset you. But you're so vulnerable,so hurt,so sensitive and needy for any sense of comfort. That neediness leads you crashing into the leanly muscled chest of Illumi as you sob and tell him what transpired two weeks prior,regrettably  leaving out no details.

Needless to say the man who came over here to ask(demand) for your hand in marriage is furious. Of course,they got to you first. Of course,they already exposed you to the carnal urges that Illumi's been barely able to hold back in your presence. The pale man attempts to not take his anger out on you but he can't help it. The loose grasp he held on you,now tightening uncomfortably so. You attempt to pull away from him but his strength keeps you towards his chest.

"Lumi,you're hurting me!!" You don't sound upset,only panicked. You know the man isn't used to his strength,similar to a baby who just learned to walk. That snaps him out of it and he loosens his hold,blinking coyly as does so. "Apologies." He says. "It's okay just be gentle with me,I'm not like you. I can't take such force casually."

He nods thoughtfully,staring down at you with his empty doll like eyes. "Umm would you like to come inside? I'll make us some tea and then I'll even play with your hair too if you'd likeee." You say singsong. You didn't have to bribe Illumi with playing with his hair he would've came inside regardless—finding you and your home comforting. That's not even putting in account how much Illumi missed you.

"Okay." He agrees plainly. "Good!" You say happily,pulling him in.  The pair of you walk into your home,Illumi shutting and locking the door behind him. "Sorry for the mess...I've been a little sad since you know..." It angers Illumi that you missed them so much,that they made you hurt,that they had your attention. And what about him? Had you forgotten him since you weren't nursing him back to health anymore?

Illumi couldn't have you caring more about anyone besides him. Jealousy floods through his veins,that's he's far too angry to communicate. "You could sit down 'Lumi! I'll be in just a minute." You turn to walk to the kitchen only to be stopped by a strong grasp. You look down at Illumi's clasped hand around your wrist. "Lumi?" You voice,confused.

"Stay. I want you to sit with me." His request is void of emotion,sounding like a reading of a poor script but you know better than that. You know he's missed you but can't express it in the proper way. "Okay,whatever you want Illumi." You smile at him,kind and in the gummy way he often thinks about.

The stoic man ends up sitting in between your thighs,the position being decided on the offer of playing with his hair which you're happily doing. You hum as you do so,fingers running in the silky follicles. Your talk mostly about what you've been up to,deciding to leave Hisoka and Chrollo out of it after you dumped that information to the assassin earlier. Illumi only talks when you ask him a question about his life and it's always met with something vague that you don't mind at all.

Your meaty fingers start to work on a small braid  in his hair but your fingers stutter when Illumi asks a odd question. "Did you enjoy it when Chrollo and Hisoka touched you like that?" The silence is deafening and you swear you could feel yourself swallow your lax tongue. " Lumi why would you want to know that?"

"Answer." He demands. You sigh,feeling ashamed of your answer,"Yes." At this point your hands have let go of the man's hair,finding refuge in your lap where they twiddle with other fingers. "Would you enjoy it if I touched you like that?" The question sounds innocent but the implication of what he's asking sinks into you.

"Illumi I don't think you know what you're saying..." You mutter shyly. "I do,I know of sexual intercourse and I know that's something I'd like to do with only you." Heat rushes up your body,his blunt words absorbing in your mind.  "Illumi...I don't know what to say."

"Say you'd like to have sex with me too. I plan to make you my betrothed,to make you the mother of future heirs. I'd take care of you and bed you every night."  One thing you missed about Illumi was his curt honesty but his multiple confessions were too much to handle right now. "Lumi are you okay? This is all so sud—"

Your breath catches in your throat when Illumi turns back out his dull eyes starring into yours and at this moment you realize how grave this situation is. Illumi's not one for sarcasm or for doing things without cause. You know he means every word he said.

"I am fine,I just want to make you mine and breed you already. Marry me (Reader)." Your eyes go wide and your mouth flacks open. This is just too much too process! Only thirty minutes ago you were wallowing in sadness and desperation and presently you just got offered a marriage proposal. 

"Illumi I can't just give an answer right now...I do care for you a lot and—" Illumi asks a pointed question,"Do you love me?" Do you love Illumi? You think of him often,you call him all the time,you connect with him. He has a special place in your heart as the quiet man you saved so long ago..so yes,you do love Illumi.

"Yes I do but I can't just marry you so soon.You haven't even asked to be my boyfriend yet,let alone a husband." You say gently. Illumi looks confused,"Why not? Do you need convincing?" Your brows raise in curiosity,what type of convincing could change your mind about out of the blue engagement?

Illumi answer that question the moment he pounces on your dry lips,his desperate tongue moistening the skin as he begs for entrance inside. Due to shock you accidentally give him an opening and he takes it instantly. You feel bad for your stinky breath that most likely tastes like junk food but Illumi doesn't seem to care as he grips your chubby face in his hands.

He pulls away and searches your eyes for an answer, a clue on how you feel about his actions."I want to fuck you. I want to claim you so no other man like Chrollo and Hisoka can ever say they've been inside you. I want you now. Let me take you please."

Maybe the hungry kiss drove your brain to mush? Maybe the need for comfort kicked in at it's ultimate form? Or maybe it was the pool of slick that built up in your plain cotton panties—that convinced you to say yes.  The second the man gets your agreement,you're forced to lay flat on your back,legs spread and your t-shirt raised to your braless chest.

Illumi slots himself in between your thighs,his cool and slender hands running up and your textured legs. Your brain scolds yourself for not shaving the limbs,you feel the need to apologize for being so hairy but you're stopped by Illumi's vague praise. "So soft. You feel good."

Illumi's hands travel higher to your inner thigh gripping the excess fat that adorns it. His grasp is bruising and stings in a way but it feels pleasant at the same time. Black eyes stare straight at your mound,locked in on the wet spot produced by slick. He moves with quickness to slide off his loosely fitting pants leaving him in his briefs that are fighting to constrain his hard length.

Pale hands pull your form closer to him—his bulge now flush with your cunt. Your legs rest on his shoulders while he experimentally thrusts his hips. He languidly moves back and forth against the warmth of your cunt. You begin to unsteadily breath as the tip of dick makes contact with your clit, a faint keen fleeing from your mouth. Squeaks here and there come from you,on the other hand your counterpart is being completely silent.

The only way you could tell Illumi is finding the friction pleasurable is his oozing tip dripping pre-cum. It feels slightly embarrassing to you that you're the only one crying out from stimulation especially because that's one of the few sounds you can hear besides the sounds of chaffing fabric. You want to hear Illumi feeling good too—the solo of your sexual noises not being good enough any longer.

Your hands gently reach for the roots of his hair and ever so slightly tug—the man groans quietly but you could still hear it. But similar to the silence of the room—rubbing crotches isn't enough anymore. "Closer 'Lumi,wanna feel you." The man wordlessly curves you body into a U shape,your hips being arched and your lower body resting on his muscular chest. He slides off your panties and places you down on your back.

"Spread." He directs.  You obey and spread your legs hesitantly,still shy of being unshaven. Illumi seems irritated of the slow pace and just grabs your inners thighs flat onto the couch. You gasp,finally feeling the cool air on your spread slit.  You could feel his hold on your thighs bring the beginning throbbing of bruises staring to form—the sharp pain making your brain dizzy.

"Not so rough 'Lumi..." you warn. He seems to pay you no mind and instead you could feel the grasp tighten. Something hazes his usual empty eyes—lust dominating him and distracting him. Illumi pulls out his bobbing cock—resting his pants underneath his full balls to keep them from interfering.

You're left scared for a few minutes...wondering if this is the very scary second you'll lose your virginity. But instead you're shocked when Illumi's smart fingers squish your fat lips together and slowly so very slowly place his cock in between the moist lips.

The man in between thrusts with a animalistic groan the comes from deep in his covered chest. His cock is warm and it gets even warmer the more frequent his thrusts rub against you cunt. The tip of his cock gently prods and pokes at your clit,making you arch up and whine airily.

" Lumi...!!" You moan. The man looks down at you as he pistons his hips between the fleshy folds—his doll like eyes staring straight into your soul. "You feel,"a low grunt cuts him off,"so good." His thin brows knit together as he admires the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your lips—he groans heartily,enjoying the sight.

There's a crude ring that loudly can be heard throughout the room. Illumi stops his sharp thrusting and glares down at the device interrupting the moment he's been longing for such a long time. He reaches for the phone in his back pocket,answering with a hint of anger in his voice.

However after only a few seconds that anger seemingly melts away. You watch curiously as he seems very interested in whatever the other person on the line has to say. After a few more moments he hangs up and looks at you,"I'll be back,I have something to take care of." He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead—sliding your panties back up onto your spread legs.

"Wait! You can't just leave Illumi! What's so important you have to leave me?" You sound desperate and pouty—unintentionally making you cringe. There's silence before Illumi calmly says,"I have a match to the death." You can practically feel any color of your skin flee your body,"What?! Illumi no! Stay with me please! You can't leave me." It's silly to stop someone who practices in death to not do such a thing—you know that but desperation claws at your heart.

"Please Illumi,stay with me! We can get married and do whatever you'd like but please don't...you might die." Illumi raises a thin brow,"I won't. I'm doing this so I can stay with you. So one else can take your attention away from me." You look at a Illumi with pleading eyes—fat tears threatening to spill,"What do you mean 'Lumi?"

"Chrollo and Hisoka,they're trying to take you away from me. I have to fight them to have you." If the news of him wasn't heart wrenching enough—the information of his opponents being two other men you also hold dear to felt organ failing. You're silent and empty of any feeling for a good minute,your brain and heart so confused on what to feel—to do.

"You can't! Illumi you can't! Please,I'll only belong to you! Just don't go!" You grab onto his lax hand,bringing it to your shaking chest. "I have to. They'll take you away from me if I don't."

You peer at him,glassy eyes staring determinedly to come up with a way for all of them to live.

There had to be something—a solution to ease the pain of losing two of the men who's charmed their way into your life. It finally hits you—they could all share you! They could compromise something,a deal that would leave them satisfied and alive.

"You don't have to that Illumi. You could all share me...I'd still belong to you, just differently." Illumi frees his hand from your touch,"No. I don't want to share you. You belong to me."

You look at him pleadingly gripping his hand,"Please,'Lumi,I'll never be the same if all of you can't be in my life..please." Illumi liked you as you are—kind,gentle,loving and affectionate,so the promise of you not being the same woman he met almost a year ago disheartens him.

He remembers how you welcomed him into your home,constantly being at his side and treating him with so much worry. He couldn't bare to imagine to only have you as a shell of a woman he used to know—the thought being unbearable.

His doll eyes stare into your teary ones deciding that's it better to have a part of you than to have just a shell of what you used to be. "Okay." He hesitantly agrees.

He doesn't miss how you immediately brighten up—smiling widely and tackling him to the floor in a rejoicing hug. He wraps his arms around your round middle, hoping he didn't make the wrong choice.

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"Look at how many marks they left on you...I thought we would take your first time together but they're just barbaric with you,my dove." The voice purrs out. Long nails trail up your neck that's littered with different and shapes of marks.

"Oh shut up Hisoka, don't act like you don't mark her up." Chrollo hisses. "I'm not saying that but I'm lot more efficient than you. Look—,"Pale hands make work to lift up your pant less leg,showcasing the heart like mark the clown has made,"Isn't it just so much prettier than what you two have left on her?" 

"It doesn't matter the marks,she doesn't complain when my fingers are inside h—" You slap your hand over the assassins mouth," Illumi! You can't say things like that!" Thin brows furrow,"Why not?" You huff and sigh," Never mind 'Lumi."

"Illumi's right (Reader),you shouldn't be so shy about thing like that, at least with us. After all tonight's the night." Chrollo says.

That's right,this is the day that was agreed upon,the night the all fuck you,the night they strip you away of your virginity. A few months ago before this night happened it was equally agreed upon they'd all be present during first time and from then on they could fuck all they want when they have their turn with you. This was the only thing the loose binding holding the arrangement of sharing you,the only thing keeping them from getting rid of one another. You'd been so lost with the constant courting from the three men and the jealousy that's constantly paired with obsession that this agreed date had completely slipped your mind. Suddenly you could feel all the anxiety hit you like a ton of bricks.

The most intuitive of the three men seems to notice you visibly stiffening up. "Oh my love,don't be so scared. You'll just have to worry about being on your cocks and that's all you'll have to worry about,okay?" Chrollo comforts. "See? I'm gonna get you all ready and nice and wet for me—I mean us and then you'll be feeling too good to even care." Almost to cement his words Chrollo begins to suckle at your already bruised neck,making other marks. You whine and grip at him,already whimpering pathetically at the simple touch.

"I can't let you just hog her." Hisoka makes a move to slither himself in between your legs,forcing your sitting position to become a laying one. He easily slides of your panties to which you notice he puts in the pocket of his pants. He pulls you away from the Chrollo by grounding your lower half closer to his face. He practically smooches his face and your pussy against each other. You could and hear how he inhales your scent,how his fingers part the fat hairy lips to get a better whiff. He inhales the musky scent—moaning loudly when he can catch the natural musk of the wet organ.

"You smell so good,my dove! But I bet you taste even better.." As soon as said those words his tongue dives into the tight canal—a keen of shocked pleasure coming from you. "Mmm,you feel good,spider?" You nod but that's not the answer the man on top of you wants. He taps the fat of your hips and gives a firm grasp,"Use your words. You have such a pretty voice to answer me with."

"I feel good!" You say—already breathless with the stimulation. "Yeah,who's making you feel good?" You grips his shoulders tighter,"You are!" A hard slap comes to your cellulite ridden thigh,a reminder of the man that's so faithfully fucking your hole with his tongue,"And S-Soka!" The man in between with your thighs rewards you for your answer by moving up to suck your clit,replacing his tongue for fingers instead now.

Chrollo would've preferred you stuck with him only but he doesn't voice that,too distracted by the pebbling nipples underneath the ragged shirt. His hand moves to lift up the shirt and once he does he can't help but eat up the beauty before him. There you are,breasts slightly drooping,the natural weight of them hanging them lower and your hard nipples that are begging to be sucked on. But he can't forget the most supple part of you—your tummy that's constantly moving up due to your heavy breathing,that looks so grippable and plump—and oh my god the soft rolls between the layers of skin makes him want to just sink his fingers into the flesh while he's carefully thrusting into you.

"You're so beautiful,so pretty..." He runs his fingers across your skin,igniting goosebumps to flare up. He bends down to suckle on your breast,you could feel the slight bites and pulls he does with his mouth which has you arching and begging for more. Suddenly another grip is felt and you turn to see an all too focused Illumi,massaging and groping the fat. You almost forgot about his presence due to his lack of talking and action.

He leans down to bring your lips into a feverish kiss. With each lick of Hisoka's tongue,with Chrollo's comforting sucking on breast and Illumi's hungry touch and kiss you find yourself jerking away from their touch. Jumping and flinching away from any affection,the feeling of an orgasm being too strong to handle. But three strong men hands stop you from moving away from the pleasure,forcing you to feel every wave and earthquake that comes crashing down onto your body.

You stay panting open mouthed into Illumi's, body shaking and trying to recover. Chrollo finally pops off your boob,a small smile painting his dark features. "You did so good. So,so,so good." Hisoka arises from your thighs,"Mmh and you tastes so good too." He rubs your unshaven legs,squeezing and gripping the flesh harshly as he does so. He licks the sheeny slick off your lips,making your turn away from the lewd sight.

"Do you think one orgasm has helped you eased up a little?" Chrollo asks. You're about to nod but you remember his words a few minutes and instead opt for verbally answering,"Yes,I can handle everything now."

Chrollo and Hisoka stare at Illumi,warningly. "We're letting you be in her first because you're a virgin too but if you can't control yourself we won't hesitate to hurt you." Chrollo spits out with venom. "And here," Hisoka tosses a colorful green condom his way,"put this on before you fuck her. You won't be breeding her anytime soon." Illumi catches the colorful item and looks at it in disdain,much preferring to fill you with his kids instead. He doesn't resist though and snuggly slides on the protection. You find it intimidating how you're the only one really showing the most skin,Illumi just having his cock out of his pants and Chrollo and Hisoka still relatively clothed as well.

The male walks to your spread legs,his cool hands making sure to spread them even farther for better access. He slots himself between them and places his upper half to partly lean against yours, chest flush with yours. He cradles your face in his single hand and very slowly begins to slide into you.

Your moans and his slight gasps pair together before he's fully in. You felt your self shape and stretch to accommodate the length inserted. "Oh...'Lumi." Your meaty hands reach for his back,slotting the fingers into the muscles on it. He begins an unsure thrust,still trying to get used to the warmth and wetness he could still feel even with the condom. But once he gets the momentum he's practically ramming into,forcing you to call and moan for him,the hands on his back scratching at it.

The motions of the hands stop though because Chrollo reaches for it,bringing it low to touch his now free and throbbing cock. He looks at you expectantly,hunger and desire eating up his charcoal eyes. You wrap an unsure hand around the length,going up and down at a even pace. "Fuck...just like that (Reader). Doing so good." He praises.

You're met with another hungry man,begging for much needed attention. Hisoka's hand turns your face towards your him, a throbbing pink tip being only near millimeters away from your lips. "Say ahh~" You expect him to place his cock in your mouth but instead a long line of saliva falls flat on your tongue. "Swallow it." You do and that's met with astounding praise,"Good girl! Now you deserve my dick." Hisoka slowly slides the the expanse of his dick inside your mouth.

You struggle to move your head but the man aids you by moving your head for you,a large hand bobbing your head up and down. “Mmf! You’re doing so good! Taking me so well!”

You feel yourself melting into the pleasure you’re receiving and giving. You feel comfortably void of any thought—the body taking over any type of consciousness. You don’t know how long you feel Illumi thrust into,making you see stars when he’s particularly rough—you know though that you cum with a muffled moan that vibrates against Hisoka’s cock.

It’s a domino effect it seems—Illumi cums soon after then Chrollo who spurts his cum on your hand and face,finally Hisoka cums in your throat—a slender hand rubbing against the pudge of your cheek,rewarding you for the hard work.

You slump against the bed,feeling like you can actually focus and breath again. “ ‘m tired.” You mumble against Hisoka’s smooth thigh. “No no,that just won’t do. You’re not done yet.” Hisoka purrs. You sit up,”What do you mean?” Chrollo wipes off his cum that’s partially splattered on your forehead and other cheek,bringing his hand to your lips to clean him up. You do while he says something that makes your tired body prepared again,”We want more. We want to feel you more.”

Illumi shows how serious those words are by his flaccid cock getting hard inside again. “It’s my turn to be in her Illumi,don’t be greedy.” Hisoka says. “I get to have her mouth.” Chrollo says happily,already caressing your puffy lips.

For the rest of the night they use you as a unit—abusing every hole they can get their greedy cock in. Working as a group for their own selfish reason—you.

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Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, non-con, breaking and entering, slight somnophilia, misogynistic undertones, traditional gender roles, mentions of forced breeding/forced motherhood, murder, violence, lots of descriptions of killing methodologies, slight mentions of self induced wounds, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

WC: 11K

DARLING PROFILE:

Gentle

It takes Illumi a long time to develop feelings for his darling for a multitude of reasons.

Emotional unavailability, high expectations, and disinterest, just to name a few, and while he isn’t actively searching for a partner, there are a few base requirements he knows his future partner must meet.

Strong, intelligent, hard working, everything desirable that he knows both he and his family would approve of.

But once he meets his darling, his interest slightly peaked in them, that list begins changing slightly.

Because while the feelings are slow to solidify, Illumi notices quickly that his darling is so, so painfully averse to being harsh.

They’re not confrontational, treat others with a level of attentiveness and care that initially makes him scoff, and he doesn’t think he’s once seem them ever lose control of themselves and explode.

It’s uncanny, unnatural, as far as Illumi is concerned, and yet it’s fascinating. He slowly grows to admire this trait in his darling, how they can be so unconditionally soft with everything and everyone around them, eventually finding himself more and more attracted to them with every kind deed they do. It makes them weak, easy to manipulate, easy to kill, but Illumi finds it oddly endearing.

He’s always firmly believed that mothers should be nurturing to their children, to help them grow and shape them into the best versions of themselves possible, and while they’re opposite to his mother in many ways, maybe that gentility they possess is a the perfect thing needed.

Once he’s decided that his darling is his future wife, he’s immediately moving to experience this kindness for himself.

He comes back from missions with a little more blood and bruising than was necessary, but the way his darling gasps and quickly grabs the medical kit makes Illumi blink in wide fascination, unsure what drives them to eagerly spring into action but more than ready to feel their soft touch.

(They don’t need to know that Illumi allowed the target to get a few more hits in than necessary, just to keep them fawning over him as long as possible, or that he had to refuse ten different medical personnel in the mansion before making it to their shared ‘bedroom’.)

He likes the juxtaposition between his darling and him, and while it occasionally irritates him that they’re so soft and weak, it’s more endearing than anything else – just don’t be soft with anyone else but him, yes?

Smart

Illumi may be morally misguided, but the man is intelligent. He knows more about the human body than many doctors, and is skilled beyond belief in the art of combat and stealth.

He understands the best ways to go about gathering intel on a target without being traced or caught, and is able to apply that knowledge to set up traps correlating to his employers’ requests.

And this is a trait he’s simply unwilling to compromise when it comes to a partner – they must be able to keep up with him mentally.

They don’t need to have the same kind of intelligence as him, but the ability to critically think and quickly understand is a necessity. Illumi has very little patience for stupidity, and the thought of spending time with someone who doesn’t understand most of what he says is irritating.

And so, once his feelings for his darling begin appearing, Illumi is putting them through a small series of tests to make sure they live up to his expectations. It’s nothing too intense, nothing he wouldn’t be able to do himself.

He’s leaving extra clues that he’s been in his darling’s apartment – clumsy signs that he’d never normally leave, in the hopes that they’ll realize they’ve had an unwanted guest.

Cabinets are left ajar, their bed slightly unmade, though the thing that really clues them in is the presence of long, dark locks of hair around their apartment that they know aren’t theirs.

They’d never leave hair on the kitchen table; they’d see it and remove it, mildly disgusted. And yet, here three locks lay, making them a bit paranoid as they call the police.

Illumi intercepts the call, making sure it never rings through, but he’s still proud of his darling, satisfaction pooling in his chest because he just knew they’d pick up on it.

He likes knowing his darling is competent, and that their future children will be so too – the next Zoldyck heirs can’t be clueless, after all.

Generous

In general, Illumi isn’t particularly selfish with those he holds dear.

With the exception of Killua, Illumi has always willingly done as he’s been told.

He’s never demanded much from his parents, never insisting on material goods. He’s never felt cheated out of anything, either – his parents have molded him into the perfect assassin, and he couldn’t be more grateful for the rigor and training he received as a child.

And yet, once his darling enters his life, Illumi finds himself feeling strangely overwhelmed. They always seem to be giving things away – their time, bits of food they’ve cooked, their love, other things material and not alike.

It confuses Illumi; it makes him wonder why they’re wasting their resources on people they don’t know well, on those who likely wouldn’t reciprocate.

It’s a mystery, and frankly he finds his darling to be foolish for it – until one day it’s focused at him.

Illumi can’t comprehend why his darling is willingly giving away a bit of their time when they encounters him – in another body – disguised as a homeless man begging for change.

There’s a pitied look in their eye as they hand him the bills – two dollars, just what they had in change and could afford to give away – and tells him there’s a gas station nearby with cheap snacks he can eat.

Illumi just stares at them, not understanding why they’re helping, and soon he’s asking just that.

They startle and awkwardly laugh, telling him it’s because they don’t like seeing others in need, and they were only planning on spending that money to buy junk foods for themselves, anyways.

Illumi blinks, but his darling is soon speed walking away, the interaction feeling strange and uncomfortable.

Illumi still doesn’t understand, but it becomes another one of the facets of his darling that he simply learns to enjoy.

He yearns to understand what compels them to put others before themselves (something that yet again irritates him a bit), but he finds that the more he interacts with them, the more he enjoys being the recipient of it.

He’s finally receiving a bit of love and support that isn’t forced from his parents, and he quickly grows addicted.

Enjoys children 

The reality of the situation is that as Illumi’s darling, they will be forced to interact with children whether they want to or not.

Namely, their own.

Having a family with him is not optional, and Illumi will never present it as such – once he decides his darling is to be his partner, they automatically become his future wife, the future mother of his children.

He cannot be swayed, regardless of what his darling wants.

However, while it’s still possible for him to grow obsessed with a darling who isn’t especially fond of kids, it’s much more likely that he grows attracted to the ease with which they’re able to communicate with them.

He likes the way they get so happy when a child walks up to them, how they’re immediately squatting down and smiling, playing hide and seek with their own face as the child giggles and beams.

He never knew that sort of innocent and sweet interaction when he himself was a child, but he doesn’t view it as a bad thing if his darling is able to make a child happy.

It’ll only benefit them as parents – it’ll help strengthen the bond, and make their children more malleable and receptive to their guidance.

Besides, there’s something about seeing his darling next to a baby that makes his skin feel hot, eyes blowing wide and his trousers tightening.

The image just looks so right, so natural and perfect that Illumi has to hold himself back from bending them over and fucking them right then and there.

Talent with children is an incredibly attractive trait for Illumi, and likely it's the final nail in the coffin that seals his obsession with his darling – one giggling toddler is all that’s needed to seal their fate.

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

Stalker

More than anything, stalking you is the only method of ‘interaction’ with you that Illumi feels truly comfortable with.

He knows how to stay invisible; tracking others is easy, as is staying in the shadows and keeping that wide, unnaturally glassy stare on them. He’s used to watching but not being seen, and it’s only natural to extend this towards you. It feels right to be watching you, like he’s where he’s meant to be, and for the beginning of his obsession he spends every free moment stalking you, hiding in corners or shadows and just staring.

 (And really, this behavior lasts all throughout his infatuation, even when he’s got you trapped in the Zoldyck manor, even when you’re nursing his baby, even when you’ve both grown old and death approaches – it’s just that in the beginning, you’re not aware of the black eyes that follow your every move. And that’s a luxury that gets taken all too soon, as you find yourself longing for ignorance of Illumi in every possible way.)

Not to mention, there is no part of him that feels any guilt for it – he’s a cold-blooded assassin, of course, but at no point does it occur to him that it may be strange to be following you, or that you wouldn’t appreciate him watching over you (and watching you, generally).

He doesn’t understand that he shouldn’t approach you like he approaches a target – of course, you won’t be on the receiving end of his needles (at least, not with death his ultimate goal – perhaps something less lethal, like love or submission or lust), but otherwise his intentions are the same.

(Well, mostly – not really, actually, because Illumi doesn’t feel this strange, pleasant warmth in his chest when he’s watching his targets, nor does he feel particularly intrigued when he’s staring at them as they sleep, watching their chest rise and fall and the relaxed, utterly content expression on their face.)

The process of stalking you is remarkably similar to his jobs – first, he’ll choose a place within your home that gives him a good, solid vantage point with minimal risk that he’ll be noticed.

(Though, it’s not exactly hard to hide when you’re so damn oblivious – Illumi swears you have little to no awareness of your surroundings, if the way you sometimes knock into tables or trip over shoes in your doorway is anything to go by.)

His stand-by places are usually in a rarely used storage closet with the door cracked open, just wide enough for his dark eyes to peer through, or perhaps behind a chair you rarely use, crouched and peeking behind the cloth, and when you sit down in said chair, it gives Illumi the opportunity to stand up slightly, towering over you and getting a perfect view of your pretty body and smelling your hair.

But if it’s nighttime and you’re already snuggled up in your bed, eyes glued to your phone screen as you scroll and scroll and neglect your sleep, he'll stand silently and deathly still in the corner.

He’s able to stay perfectly still and maintain the same position for hours at a time, hardly blinking, hardly moving, hardly even breathing, it seems.

And he’s utilizing this skill set to its full potential when it comes to you – Illumi is greedy, and while this doesn’t initially get channeled into being overly possessive of you (though that certainly comes later), it instead translates into this insatiable need to constantly have his eyes on you and to be in your presence every moment he isn’t needed on a job.

There are no boundaries with him, because Illumi genuinely doesn’t see the need to have them. You’re already destined to spend your lives together, so why shouldn’t he start the process of learning more about you?

Autonomy doesn’t really exist with him – he could be considered clingy if his view of your lives being so irreversibly intertwined wasn’t as clinical and matter of fact.

And so Illumi doesn’t operate barred by any sort of moral guidelines – so when he’s using his needles to morph into another face so that he can practice the lines and compliments he’s been told by his mother that will make you swoon, it doesn’t register to him that it might be creepy that he’s practicing wooing you in another body.

(The man is disturbing, and you’re uncomfortable with the way this stranger doesn’t seem to be getting the hint that you want him to leave you alone; why is he standing so close to you? Why is he staring at you like that? Why is he following you?)

It doesn’t register to him that it’s a breach of trust to be pretending to be someone you love and trust, just to extract more information about you.

(Your cousin is acting strangely when they speak to you – their words are clipped and sound just slightly off, and you’re sure they already know what your dreams for the future are. You’ve talked about this with them before, so why are they questioning you on what your ideal house looks like, your ideal partner, your favorite baby names?)

He spends a lot of time observing you, collecting information on you in every way he can, and this doesn’t stop once you’re trapped by his side and with the rest of his crazy, horrible family – it’s a habit, more than anything, but it’s so much worse when you’re aware, when you can see and feel his dark eyes boring into you, making you squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

Of course, talking to him about it won’t do a single thing – only earning you a slight head tilt and a question of does it bother you when I watch you? I apologize, I only meant to keep an eye on you, my dear.

He genuinely doesn’t understand that stalking you and keeping a tab on you at all times is something that you very much don’t appreciate, but you’ll quickly come to learn that with Illumi, there’s only so much you can change – so much being quite literally nothing.

Controlling

This particular manifestation of his obsession with you is a culmination of many different things.

Firstly, it’s simply his personality – when he loves, he possesses, this ugly, carnal feeling stirring in his gut that pushes him to be in control, to guide and oversee every little thing the target of his love does. He’s always felt this way with Killua – he loves his brother immensely, but that love translates as being controlling and always keeping a finger on what Killua does, says, and feels.

Secondly, it’s the intense pressure coming from his family. Kikyo expects your total obedience both to her and her son, and while Illumi can sometimes stand up to his mother on matters where your safety and wellbeing are concerned, he can’t deny her expectations of you being absolutely subservient to him, bending to his every whim and allowing him to dictate every aspect of your life.

And finally, it’s his own paranoia that pushes him to micromanage you in every way possible. He’s never had someone to call his before – he’s unselfish in nature, dedicating himself to his family in every possible way, and now that he’s been given a woman to call his own, to spoil and love and keep by his side, he’s not entirely sure how to react.

Your presence soothes him in a way he’s never experienced before; you’re so soft and caring and warm, all things he’s never had. His life has been hardships and tough love, training and never being good enough, and now that you’re in the picture, Illumi isn’t entirely sure how to handle himself.

He doesn’t doubt himself, per se, but he’s unsure how to successfully navigate a marriage. Would you like it if he was more physical with you? Perhaps you’d like more hugs or for him to hold your hand or kiss you more often – that’s what all the popular media resources he’s looked into have told him.

Or maybe you’d prefer a more quiet, subtle kind of love, where you both support one another with meaningful looks and the occasional touch, whispered words that carry more weight than they seem.

He’s not sure, despite all the stalking and information retrieving he’s preformed in your name, and that makes him nervous. He doesn’t like that he can’t anticipate what you’ll want or how to make you happy – it makes him feel less-than, as if he’s not quite the perfect match that his mother and father have always said his wife will be.

He doesn’t like not being sure of himself, and so this worry manifests itself as becoming firmer in his treatment of you, locking down on the few things he’s absolutely sure of.

It comes off as controlling, sure, but Illumi doesn’t mean to be when he’s telling you what to wear, rifling through the closet he procured for you and pulling out a dress he thinks suits your complexion – you may hate it, but he likes it, so you’ll wear it.

He’s not trying to be controlling when he’s clicking his tongue lightly and telling you to keep your posture straight, dear every time you sit down, even if your shoulders are only barely, slightly slumped.

He’s not trying to be controlling when he’s standing over the bathtub and watching you wash yourself, telling you to use more soap, darling, don’t you want to be clean?

(Nevermind his dark eyes blinking slowly and getting stuck on the soapy outline of your breasts under the warm water – surely you’re just imagining that, along with the tent forming in his trousers.)

He’s not trying to be controlling when he’s roughly grabbing your hand and forcing you behind him when you’re walking through the hallways of the manor, his gaze narrowing at the butler standing at attention, paranoia eating away at him because he could have sworn the man was staring at you as you entered the room, and he can’t have that. Even as an employee of the family, no one but Illumi can look at you with any degree of desire – you are his, and if it means cleaning up a body and finding a new butler to replace him, Illumi will do what is needed to keep you his.

IIlumi is quite frankly totally unaware of his controlling behavior – he doesn’t realize anything is wrong because in his eyes nothing is wrong. This is love – it’s how his father always treated his mother when he was young, his eyes cold and his heart even colder, his words cutting her down and remolding her into a woman more fitting of being the matriarch of the Zoldycks.

And while he doesn’t want to break you down or remake you, he’s following his father’s example in making sure that you’re entirely accounted for. You’re his responsibility, and while he doesn’t view you as merely a pet, you’ll often feel like a glorified dog with the way he controls your life down to every second, always telling you that it’s time to go eat, or time to sleep, or time to shower, or time to kiss him and let him undress you.

He's pushy without even meaning to be, but if you bring this behavior up to him, he’ll be surprised. Genuinely – his brows will quirk up ever so slightly, his already wide eyes getting a hair wider because really? I had no idea, my dear. Thank you for bringing this to my attention; I will reduce the frequency on my instructions towards you.

But he doesn’t, even if he promises he will.

And it’s not entirely his fault – he thinks he is, even going so far as to be expectant of your praise when he holds himself back from telling you to use the other fork when he’s dining with you privately. Surely you must be proud of him – he’s doing as you asked, being a good husband and fulfilling your desires and wishes.

So why aren’t you praising him?

Why aren’t you mentioning anything about how generous he’s being, how considerate he is?

You’ve blatantly disregarded his attempts at trying to be less ‘controlling’, as you claim, and Illumi takes this as a sign to only double down and become more omnipresent, because obviously you haven’t quite learned how to be a kind, grateful, adoring wife.

You haven’t quite yet learned the lessons he’s been trying to teach you – so you need more guidance. You need more advice, a firmer hand to push you towards becoming the best, most noble version of yourself, and lucky, lucky you has a loving, oh so eager husband right there willing to step into that role.

He’s domineering and in control of every aspect of your life, but there’s almost a small sense of relief that you’ll eventually feel. Because really, while it makes you feel weak and pathetic and pitiful to have him controlling how long you brush your teeth every morning and night, isn’t there something kind of nice about relinquishing your responsibilities? Isn’t there something oddly nice about not having to make your own decisions, to let Illumi take care of everything, to not have to worry about anything ever again?

It's the Stockholm Syndrome talking, and you may even know it – but it doesn’t matter, because the longer you spend under Illumi’s thumb, the less you’ll find yourself caring about things like choice and autonomy and preference. All that matter is what he wants, what he thinks is best – because really, doesn’t he know best?

Isn’t he superior to you in every possible way?

Protective

Illumi has a very, very good understanding of the human body.

He has to – his job depends on it, after all, and Illumi is nothing if not dedicated to his work. He knows every muscle, vein, and bone, their purpose and exactly what it would mean if it was removed.

He knows what organs must stay in tact for survival, how much blood a person can lose and stay conscious, how cold temperature can drop before hypothermia begins, even how long a person can survive without sleeping.

And it’s this wide breadth of knowledge that leads Illumi to know just how pathetically weak you are.

There are so many possible ways to hurt you – everything from a gunshot to a paper cut could potentially end your tragically fragile life, and the longer Illumi watches you, the more uncomfortable this knowledge becomes.

It’s not that you’re objectively incapable of defending yourself – perhaps you know some basic self-defense, or perhaps your survival instincts are sharp enough to keep you away from dangerous situations. No – it’s more that Illumi knows what other people are capable of, what nen is capable of, and he knows that you’d simply be no match if someone were to attack you.

And so, this puts him into a rather uncomfortable spot; at the beginning of his obsession with you, when his feels were still freshly formed and underdeveloped, he felt no sense of protectiveness over you. You’re an adult, you can care for yourself – you’ve survived this long, haven’t you?

But then he starts noticing how wide your smile can get, or how soft your hand is when you’re sleeping, or how pretty your voice sounds when you’re singing in your kitchen and making yourself dinner.

He starts noticing that you’ve been biting your lip, the skin a little puffy and swollen and stinging a bit. Did you know that your lip could get infected, and if you don’t get to a doctor fast enough, that infection could cost you your life?

He starts noticing that the skin of your hands is a little dry, and you keep getting hangnails. Did you know that dry skin can be a sign of serious nutrition deficiencies, and if you don’t enough potassium you could end up in the hospital and slowly waste away until you eventually can no longer hold on?

He starts noticing that sometimes your voice gets a little hoarse after you try to sing a particularly high note, your voice cracking and a series of coughs racking your body. Did you know that if you cough too hard, you can actually strain your lungs and affect their ability to take in oxygen, potentially suffocating you?

Time passing brings him to the realization that the idea of you dying makes him frown, something unpleasant brewing in his chest that he guesses is sadness. He doesn’t like the idea of you passing away – he wants you alive, and if you were to die, he wouldn’t be able to watch you anymore, to feel that warm, addicting feeling in his heart you give him. If you were to suddenly keel over and die, he’d be left all alone – like normal, yes, but now that he knows what it's like to have someone, to want someone, Illumi doesn’t think he could return to his old existence.

And so, the solution is simple: keep you alive.

Except, it’s much harder to keep someone living and breathing than it is to simply kill them, and quickly Illumi is realizing just how tall an order this is. Because really, there’s just so much that could potentially injure you, that could potentially lead to your life being in danger.

You’re just so damn clumsy – he’s watched you trip over air, and if you’re that naturally unaware of your surroundings, who’s to say you wouldn’t be susceptible to even the most minor injuries? How can he be sure that you’ll manage to evade even the most innocent of accidents?

You won’t. He’s sure of it.

And so, he’s growing slightly paranoid because every new object you encounter is immediately a threat to him, five different ways that object could endanger you immediately flashing through his mind.

A pair of car keys? They’re dull and blunt, sure, but if they were thrust into your chest just right they could rupture something, cause you to bleed out, give you tetanus or metal poisoning.

A book you’re obsessing over? You could get a papercut, a slice across your pretty skin, and Kalluto has proven that paper can be incredibly deadly.

Your damn cell phone? Well, the screen is horrible for your eyes, your information could be sold and land in the hands of someone nefarious, and he knows you look at it while you’re walking on busy streets.

There’s just so many avenues for you to get hurt, and Illumi works himself to the bone to prevent any of them from successfully causing you harm. And he’s effective, too – you’ll find your knives have suddenly disappeared, your razors too, even any sort of pill you have that’s stronger than Ibuprofen.

All your outlets have suddenly stopped working, your ovens too, even your dishwasher.

Your shower doesn’t seem to be able to get as hot as it used to, and you don’t remember your pillows being as fluffy or numerous as they currently are.

You’ll know something is wrong, your anxiety shooting through the roof because someone must be robbing you, setting foot into your home and stealing all your things.

The reality is much more sinister, much more terrifying, and as soon as you wake up in Illumi’s hold, you’ll realize that your situation is much, much worse than you’d imagined.

He’s going to every length to keep you safe and sound from potential harm, even if it leaves you feeling pitiful and beyond ashamed, the babyproofed bathroom he lets you use making you ill when you see the way there’s locks on the cabinets to prevent you from rooting around for anything that could cause irreparable damage.

It’ll make you feel incompetent, embarrassed even when Illumi tries to comfort you by saying that he doesn’t think you’re incapable, just not entirely trustworthy, my dear. There’s a difference.

(His voice is always just slightly condescending when he talks to you, and this is surely no exception – it’ll make you feel worse, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care.)

Because really, all that matters to Illumi is making sure that you stay alive – he’s selfish, wanting to keep you solely to himself, and even if that means making sure you go nowhere unaccompanied, to nothing without his help, make no decisions by yourself, he doesn’t mind.

He’s doing it for you, for your shared love, for the good of your relationship.

And if you don’t seem to understand that for now, he’s sure someday you will. Someday you’ll realize the extent to which Illumi cares for you – why else would he do so very much for you, his devotion to you spanning long before he finally got to sink his claws (and cock) into you?

So really, shouldn’t you be grateful?

DEALING WITH RIVALS:

Jealousy is very much not something Illumi has ever really had to deal with.

His whole life has been training, killing, devotion to his family and the Zoldyck name, and as an assassin he’s never really been envious of anyone, or really had strong enough feelings about anything to want something.

It’s a concept he understands in theory but begins questioning it when it comes to the way it makes people crazy, the way people act so strangely in circumstances where envy and jealousy are concerned. It seems entirely stupid, something that only serves to derail situations.

And yet, once a strange nagging feeling begins at the edges of his mind, Illumi finds himself wondering if this is the famous jealousy he’s always heard of.

It doesn’t feel good – it’s like there’s something pulling at his heart, a hand wrapped around it and squeezing every so often, the feeling almost painful and certainly irritating.

But the more he’s around you, the more it persists – almost seeming to grow by the day, even if you’re fully alone, in your apartment reading a book or scrolling through your phone. Illumi very suddenly understands why jealousy is known as something so horrible, something that eats you up inside and won’t leave you alone – that is, Illumi quickly begins noticing that he isn’t the only man vying for your attention and love.

Because he’s constantly watching you, following you and making sure that he knows everything there is to know about your life and relationships with others, he doesn’t miss the situations where you interact with another man, where you smile and laugh and even compliment other men, all right in front of him.

(Illumi tends to conveniently disregard the fact that you aren’t able to sense him, that you aren’t aware that you have a dangerous, murderous stalker trailing your every move.)

It’s irritating, frustrating, distracting enough to be seriously affecting his work – he’ll have a fleeting thought of the way you’d smiled at that other man a week ago as he goes for the final stab into the target’s chest, but the slight snarl he lets out has him missing just slightly, instead nicking the target in the shoulder and giving them an opportunity to scramble away.

Illumi’s irritation only increases at that, and soon there’s blood splattered along the floor as he breaths deeply, the red staining his clothing standing out bright.

He really tried to ignore it at first, but once it began affecting him even when he’s not in your presence, Illumi knew he had to solve the problem. And after a quick, rather detached conversation with his father about it, Illumi was quickly enlightened that he was in fact jealous, his father having laughed lightly and patting him on the arm, telling him that it’s natural to feel that way about your wife, Illumi. Your duty is as an assassin, but as a member of this family. If the woman you’ve chosen to bear your heir is giving you such feelings, I see no harm in acting upon them. It will serve you well to focus more on your work, as well.

And so Illumi embraces this newfound permission to foster this emotion - it’s odd, the way what he’s fairly confident is anger coils around his heart, making his fists clench slightly, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you talk and laugh with that man. That man, who probably doesn’t even know how to use nen, who probably doesn’t even understand how perfect of a wife you could be, how good of a mother and perfect addition to his family you’d be.

It’s strange, and while Illumi doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he can’t deny the odd sense of finality that comes with killing without being paid to, the strange sensation of enjoying ending a life. He finds himself smiling after plunging his nails into a man’s jugular, but Illumi isn’t too horribly bothered.

It’s new and strange, but so is everything else you make Illumi experience, after all. Why should this be any different?

As he trails behind you in the shadows, his dark eyes train in on your figure as you bite your lip and look over the selection of fruit displayed out on the cart of the farmer’s market.

Illumi stays perfectly still, completely focused on watching you. You’re wearing a pair of jeans today, pants that hug your figure a little too tightly for his tastes, along with a sweatshirt that does quite the opposite – hiding your upper body, which Illumi only finds slightly more agreeable.

(In the back of his mind, he makes a mental note to have a talk with you about proper dress for a woman such as yourself – a woman who’s to become part of a powerful, wealthy family, and as such must represent them - and her husband - with her head held high and confidence oozing from her. He’s sure a nice skirt and blouse will do the trick – silky or satin, shimmery and soft like you. Or, perhaps, a dress – maybe a floral pattern or a deep magenta. Of course, you’ll eventually be wearing purple, the Zoldyck family color, but he knows women enjoy fashion, and he's interested to see what you’d pick.)

As he thinks through what he’ll say to you, already planning out how the conversation will go, he notices a man with shaggy brown hair and honey brown eyes take a deep breath and walk beside you, standing next to you and looking over the selection of apples, pears, oranges and various other fruits.

Illumi’s expression makes no change as the brunette says something about how there’s always too many options at markets like these, types of fruit that he’s never heard of making it difficult to choose, to which you laugh and full heartedly agree.

The assassin makes no move, but as he watches and listens with distaste lodged in the back of his throat, you continue on the conversation, asking the man’s advice on which type of apple you should get.

It’s a short interaction, in all honesty - maybe a minute maximum, but Illumi is still watching with a heavy, piercing gaze, feeling the same odd, sickly feeling rise up from his chest.

He’s already decided that if the man moves to lay even a finger on you he’ll emerge from the shadows, swiftly and triumphantly piercing his chest with his entire hand.

Maybe that’ll get him to stop talking.

But the man doesn’t, and so Illumi begrudgingly lets the conversation run its course. You eventually say goodbye to the man and ask him if he’d like to meet up at the same booth in a week to compare the types of fruit.

Immediately Illumi’s fist clenches, his nails sharpening and digging into his palms, drops of blood littering the pavement below him as his eyes never stray, keeping trained on you as you walk in the opposite direction of the man, who is now blushing and smiling like a fool.

Disgusting, Illumi thinks as he follows the man.

The world won’t miss him, is all he’s thinking as he pulls a pin and flicks his wrist, the needle sinking into his neck. He watches with a dull gaze as the fast acting poison renders the man immobile, falling to his knees as his chest slows its breaths, eventually no longer moving.

You most certainly won’t, he thinks as he picks up the body, unsheathing the needle after life has left the body, finding a nearby trash bin to stuff the man into.

It isn’t the most efficient method of dealing with a body, but Illumi can’t be bothered – after all, in the some thirty seconds it’s taken him to deal with the man who thought he had a chance with what Illumi has already claimed as his, you’ve managed to make it a bit further from him, wandering through the maze of stalls with the bag full of produce in your hands.

He’s immediately falling into step behind you, the flexing of his fingers doing nothing to distract him as he brings back his stare, internally sighing as he sees another man – this time blond – look over at you and not so subtly rake his eyes up and down your body.

Illumi’s brow twitches – he only brought twenty needles this morning, and you’ve only been at the market for some fifteen minutes. Already he only has three left, and with a small sigh he reminds himself to bring more tomorrow, as he’ll surely use them.

And really, while Illumi doesn’t enjoy that other men are looking at you, being deluded enough to believe that they have a chance with you, he needs to make sure that there are no complications with your union, that there will be no problems to take care of when he eventually whirls you away to his home, where you’ll be his lovely wife that provides him with children and a warmth he can’t explain.

There’s a certain thrill that comes with letting himself feel, with not pushing down the emotion as his father said – a certain thrill that he can only feel where you’re concerned.

After all, you’re just that special.

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

From the moment Illumi decides that you’re a good match for him, it becomes a known fact (at least, among his family) that you would eventually be living alongside him in the Zoldyck manor.

You don’t have a choice, really – all of his family lives together on the mountain, and you will be no exception, despite your temporary status as an honorary member.

(This status is temporary if only because now you aren’t an official Zoldyck, but the moment you become pregnant with his child, this status changes – you’re a real Zoldyck then, because inside you grows the family’s next assassin, a product of Illumi’s devotion to you and proof of your resolve to commit yourself to the Zoldycks. It’s all terribly romantic to Illumi, even if it makes you want to hurl, and he’ll have no qualms telling you this information – he’ll even frame it as if it’s some sort of incentive to get you eagerly spreading your legs for him. He treats it like you want to be accepted into the family – like it’s your deepest desire, and no amount of arguing or pleading with him will convince him otherwise.)

You will be sharing a bed with him, living under the same roof and spending all your time beside him when he’s not away for a job, whether you like it or not, and Illumi has known this from the very beginning. You’ll be curled up in his arms, his skin cold and slightly clammy as he holds you, his grip much too tight and stiff even as he sleeps – you can hardly move, every breath you take feeling constricted and controlled, as if Illumi is doing you a favor by allowing you just a bit of space to breathe.

It takes him a while to fully develop and understand what his feelings mean, but once he does he isn’t holding back in any form - his family was, for lack of a better word, floored the night that their eldest son casually mentioned having selected his future wife. Kikyo was immediately pressing him for details, wanting to know every fact and scrap of information about her future daughter in law, which Illumi was happy to provide.

He immediately spouted off your name, age, basic personality, physical features, hobbies, interests, important life events, past and current jobs, relationships with your parents, friends, partners, anything and everything he can think of, Kikyo listening all the while with a scowl on her face. She’s confused on why her precious son has chosen you, considering you weren’t a skilled nen user, a fighter or even someone of great importance.

She’s not completely convinced of her son’s choice, but there’s a strange determination to Illumi’s normally lifeless eyes that she can see that makes her back off a bit, leaving her with an odd sense of finality in his words, confidence in his decision that makes it hard to argue.

(Besides, everyone knows Killua is the true heir of the family – as long as Illumi produces members to join the Zoldyck ranks, it’s not so important who chooses to wed. As long as they’re suitable for conception, she’ll begrudgingly accept – perhaps not with enthusiasm, but she’ll relent nonetheless.)

Silva is listening as well, though not as intensely as his wife, and after Illumi finishes his some twenty minute recall of your information, he merely takes a sip of his drink and nods, telling his son to treat her with care, she sounds weak in comparison to you.

Milluki is rolling his eyes, wondering why his brother decided on someone so normal, though he doesn’t dare say anything. Internally, though, he’s already imagining what you look like, his mental picture of you built upon Illumi’s descriptions, but with just a bit more detail – things his brother hadn’t mentioned, like the size of your chest or if you’re clumsy or if your voice is high and feminine and whiny.

Kalluto only nods, wondering what you’ll be like in person if you’ve managed to catch his older brother’s eye.

His mother is still disappointed in his choice, but wastes no time helping Illumi prepare for your eventual arrival, helping him create a regiment for how to integrate you into the family, how to work with your needs, considering your status as a mere commoner.

And while Illumi lets his mother plan and schedule and bustle about, he’s merely thinking of how he should take you away, tuning out his mother’s shrill words as she yells and commands butlers, telling them to prepare and clean and do everything so that Illumi’s new wife will be received well.

In all reality, Illumi – while very much concerned with his family’s acceptance of you, considering the tightness and loyalty instilled into him – isn’t especially concerned about the plans his mother is running wild preparing. He knows that with enough time and training, you’ll eventually fit right into the mold his mother wants you to, or at least as far into it as Illumi is allowing.

Because really, while he agrees that you need to be toughened up at least a little bit in order to survive in the mansion and be strong enough to bear his children, he doesn’t want your core personality to change – he fell in love with you for a reason, and while you must be trained a bit to survive as a Zoldyck, he doesn’t want you to become a stranger.

And so instead of listening to his mother’s plans, he’s slipping out under the cover of nightfall and climbing through the familiar window of your bedroom, your sleeping form laying so still and peaceful, like you’re just waiting for him to come steal you away.

A pin (as much as he hates piercing your skin with the needle, it must be done) is applied to your shoulder and your sleep is suddenly much heavier, your body visibly going limp, your breaths getting longer and deeper, and for a moment he worries that he’s infused too much nen into the needle, that your breathing will just keep slowing until it eventually stops.

His grip against his spare needles tightens at the thought, the force so strong that it snaps the metal in half, the sound knocking him from his thoughts as he blinks down at you, a small sense of relief filling him because your chest is still steadily rising and falling.

Illumi carries you in his arms back to the manor, not minding the weight of your body holding him down.

And just as he passes through the gates, he feels what he thinks might be excitement brewing in his chest.

Life with Illumi will be, in all honesty, hell.

It’s not so much that he enjoys making you miserable or seeing you uncomfortable, but rather that he’s grown up with such intense expectations, such strict regimes and schedules that he upholds you to similar standards.

Of course, you won’t be going through training to become an assassin while you’re with him – no practice with combat or anything so violent, if only because Illumi’s worry over your safety prohibits him from allowing you anywhere near a knife or a fist cocked and ready to be swung.

(Not to mention the fact that he plans on you going absolutely nowhere without him, and as such there’s no reason for you to learn how to defend yourself. You don’t need to build up immunity to poison, how to most effectively snap a neck, or to learn any number of the cruel things that he thinks are much too unwomanly for someone like you.)

No, the schedule and timetables he puts you on are much more general, humiliating, dehumanizing – being told when you can and can’t use the restroom is something you’ll quickly come to realize takes away even the barest scrap of dignity and independence you have left under Illumi’s control.

He dictates what time you wake up, what you eat for each meal of the day, and your activities between meals - comprised mostly of more feminine things, as his mother advised you learn, like sewing and mending, floral arrangement, proper dining etiquette, and of course, lessons on how to properly raise children, taught by Kikyo herself.

(From the get go, it will be extremely apparent to you that the entirety of the Zoldyck family – Illumi included – expect offspring, assuming with little thought that you’ll be bearing the eldest son’s children in what Silva has expressed as sooner than you think with a small nod and poignant stare. Shivers had run down your spine at the way Illumi’s gaze on you seemed to only grow in intensity at his father’s comment, his cold fingers pressing against the small of your back in a way that made your skin crawl. Besides, the built in conception time, as Illumi so lovingly puts it, makes it more than obvious that he’s fucking you with the intent of getting you pregnant.)

It’s demeaning, the way you’re treated like some toddler, some incompetent idiot with the way Kikyo flutters around you, her shrill voice echoing through the corridors as you cower and obey.

It isn’t that you want to be obedient to a family you’ve come to realize is beyond fucked up, but you’ve also seen Illumi at work. He’s come home to you covered in blood, giving you a small smile as he awkwardly leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, his dark eyes staying open the whole time.

You don’t particularly want to be the submissive, obedient future mother of Illumi’s children like everyone in the manor is expecting you to be (with the exception of Killua, whom Illumi desperately wants you to get along with, and he may honestly be the only ray of light within this dark, musty home – at least he somewhat understands how fucked up the situation is, though he’s told you many times that there’s nothing he can do to help you).

But the constant threat of the fact that anyone in the house could kill you with a simple flick of the wrist is not lost on you, and while Illumi genuinely terrifies you for much of the first few months of your captivity, you quickly learn to obey his every word, to live to please him.

He’s really the only ally you have – he’s more forgiving, easier to try and wiggle your way out of a less severe punishment with, especially as you learn to predict his wishes.

He wants you to wear a certain kimono that he thinks looks beautiful on you? You hate the pattern on it and the way the style makes your figure look, but you scramble to slide into the fabric, trying to ignore his ever present stare boring into your naked body.

He wants you to come play with his hair, because he’s been told by his father that it feels nice and he’s seen couples do it? immediately you’re clambering to sit on the chair behind his seated position on the floor, running your fingers through his dark locks while he sits stick straight, silence enveloping the two of you.

He wants you to lay beside him while he rests, recovering his energy from a recent mission? You’re already slipping underneath the sheets, clearing a space for him and letting him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against him.

(He’s so stiff even when he ‘cuddles’ you – his skin is so cold, his back straight, his grip on you tight enough to make you squirm, and the hot breath against your neck when he tells you that he’s missed you, my dear, my day is less bright without your presence will make you wince.)

Some of his wishes are, admittedly, much more difficult to obey than others, however – when he tells you to lay back and spread your legs while he’s shimmying off his pants, it’s difficult to not fight, to not cry and scream as he pushes into you, his eyebrows twitching together and his pale fists clenching by your head as he slowly begins humping into you.

He isn’t necessarily bad to you per se, though quickly his family picks up on his cluelessness on how to truly treat a spouse, and so after a few comments from Silva about how to properly woo you (maybe she will be less unruly, and you may have more luck producing children this way as well) he actually does take his advice and try to make at least some attempt at romancing you.

He’s telling you robotically delivered compliments, buying you bouquets of roses, even rewarding your good behavior with small knick knacks from your old apartment and life – but it’s not enough; the fear of him is still far greater than the almost charming awkwardness he exudes in moments of intimacy and tenderness will ever be.

You’ll essentially become a submissive, sweet little housewife under Illumi’s care, and even if you hate it, even if you try with everything you have to not be subjected to the future of bearing his children, holding the famous last name of Zoldyck, and being completely subservient to the man who kidnapped you and forcefully began a ‘relationship’ with you, Illumi and the rest of his family have ways of making sure you stay in line.

And before long, you’ll grow to accept your place, to realize that there is absolutely nothing you can do.

PUNISHMENTS:

In all honesty, Illumi rarely gets actually mad at you – he’s much more frequently disappointed when you don’t behave correctly, when you fight him or make some weak attempt at escaping.

He doesn’t get mad, but there is this small sense of pity that he feels when he watches you cry and beg him to not come any closer, to please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened! Please, I don’t want to be with you or your sick family!

It hurts, if he’s being honest, but he knows that in order to train you, to mold you into the perfect spouse and future mother of his children, he needs to be patient.

Dogs can’t be expected to follow commands from the very beginning, right?

And so, when he kneels down to where you’re curled up in the corner of your shared room, his dark hair hanging around you like a curtain while his wide eyes never blink and stay situated on you, he’s merely tilting his head and asking in a voice much too serious to be natural, oh but darling, can’t you see you’re already part of this family? Now, dinner is to be ready in thirty minutes. I need to properly prepare you.

He actually has a surprising amount of patience with you – you make him soft (or at least as soft as he can be, though anyone that knows him well can spot the differences in his treatment and air around you), and he doesn’t really want to harm you or scare you.

It’s a necessary evil in his eyes, though if he had his way, he’d train you to the point where you’re willingly looking at him with love.

He’d train you until you’re welcoming him home with a sweet kiss to his cheek after a long job with a toddler clutching at your legs, a baby suckling at your breast and a swollen belly telling him and the rest of the world exactly who you belong to, your lovesick cry of his name when you see him making the smile plastered onto his lips that much more genuine.

You make him feel, something so foreign and strange, and to Illumi this new, small amount of emotion feels downright overwhelming, something so strong and powerful and wonderful. It’s addicting, truly, something that he finds himself actively wanting, a concept he’s never felt before towards anything except bringing back Killua.

And so while he doesn’t particularly enjoy punishing you, it’s worth it to keep those feelings alive, to build up to the point where his fantasies of your domestic future with one another come to fruition.

So really, while he doesn’t get mad at you very often, he won’t hesitate to dole out punishments where he sees fit – it’s all for a greater purpose, he tells you, though you have your doubts.

Besides, there’s something even more disturbing about him punishing you when he isn’t even angry – it’s worse because it all just seems so pointless; maybe if he was yelling you would understand why he’s doing what he’s doing. He’d seem human, maybe, capable of emotion – instead, you get those familiar, dead eyes staring at you, his expression carefully neutral as he tells you that this is for your own sake, my dear, and one day you’ll see that.

When it comes to actually punishing you, Illumi’s aversion to causing you any sort of physical harm prevents him from inflicting a whole varietyof punishments onto you – he doesn’t want to taint your delicate skin, to break a bone, to do any number of things that he’s been told over and over by his family would help.

(Milluki insists that breaking both of your legs would be a good way to prevent any kind of behavior targeted around trying to escape, and while Illumi understands the logic and even agrees with it, the look of your teary eyes staring up at him and your desperate pleads to not hurt you are simply too much.)

(Milluki also suggests, with a crude grin and a gulp, that perhaps letting him try a hand at getting you to cooperate would be helpful – besides, he’ll add with a smarmy smile and his tongue flicking out over his lips, a Zoldyck heir is a Zoldyck heir, doesn’t matter who knocked her up, right? That night, Milluki ended up with the broken bone rather than you.)

He isn’t sure why he’s so incapable of hurting you considering his profession, but he just can’t – and so, he finds other methods.

Namely, your mental state is completely fair game; he’s training you after all, and when the basement of the Zoldyck mansion is just so expansive, so cold and wet and so very dark, how can he not use that to his advantage?

Your eyes are casted downwards, your voice soft and unsure as you ask if you can see my family again? Kikyo mentioned that it’s December, and there’s an important birthday in the family this month that I’d like to celebrate with them…

Illumi had been cuddling you (or, at least holding you in his arms while he lay on his side, completely frozen and inhaling the scent of your hair again and again while you uncomfortably squirmed around), but the moment those words tumble from your lips, he’s blinking pensively, pondering your statement.

I don’t know of any birthdays in the family this month.

When you try again, telling him that it’s your family you’re talking about, the one you were raised in and that you love, immediately he’s cutting you off.

My dear, you must be mistaken. The nearest birthday is Grandfather’s, and that isn’t for another month.

His voice is firmer this time, as if he’s trying to tell you something, but some part of you refuses to silently accept his blatant dismissal of your request.

Illumi you don’t understand, it’s –

his grip is tightening even more, practically suffocating you as his nails dig into your exposed arms, his voice somewhere between a hiss and a scold.

No, my love, you don’t understand. Don’t speak of them. They are no longer your family – you are a Zoldyck now, and you’ll forget all of those past imposters. You will not, under any circumstances, be allowed to see them again. Now, come with me.

And it’s not like you have much of a choice – as he picks you up and brings you down the stairs, endless winding hallways that steadily grow colder and colder the deeper you head, you’re flailing, apologizing profusely, anything to not have to spend another few nights in the basement.

And while Illumi doesn’t enjoy the tears that stream down your cheeks, he stays strong and ties you to the chains connected to the walls – loose enough that you can be seated on the ground, but tight enough to restrict any movement.

Once you’re stationary, he stands before you and stares, the light from the door behind him illuminating his figure.

I expect you to tell me who your real family is when I return.

And with that, he’s walking out the room and slamming the door shut behind him, leaving you shrouded in darkness, with nothing but the sound of your own breathing and heartbeat to entertain you.

He generally leaves you down there for three days, give or take – enough to have you dehydrated, your stomach growling and rumbling painfully at the lack of food, cold seeping into your bones and leaving you shivering and shaking, all the while fear envelopes you because there’s something here with you, you just know it.

The sounds coming from the corner of the room are too difficult to ignore, though you have no idea what it could be. You presume it’s some sort of creature, designed to kill you if Illumi so desires, the scuttling noise making fear creep up your spine every time you hear it. The sounds are ryhtmic, predictable, always going off in roughly thirty minute intervals, leading you to believe the creature is smart, or at least trained to be so.

It’s terrifying and your mind will conjure up images of terrifying, grotesque beasts in its bored and fearful state, but in reality the monster in question is Illumi himself – he grows so dependent on you that he can’t be away from you for more than about a day, so he treats himself to hiding in the shadows and simply watching you.

You’re very pretty, even when you’re crying and covered in dirt and covered in your own piss, and it’s in those moments that Illumi truly realizes how deeply his feelings for you run, how badly he wants you to be his everything. He just can’t stop looking at you, those dark eyes raking over your figure over and over and over, moving his position roughly every thirty minutes to get a new angle of you.

(Though, it’s not like he needs to see you to remember what you look like from this angle, he’s stalked you so thoroughly and so heavily that he could draw your face in his sleep with pinpoint accuracy, your features metaphorically carved behind his eyelids so that he’ll always see you you you when he blinks.)

And when he eventually opens the door once more, light cracking into the room and making you violently blink, he’s asking if you’ve learned your lesson yet, if you’re finally understanding who your real family is, and immediately you’re practically yelling that yes, I understand! I’m a Zoldyck, the Zoldycks are my real family! I love them and I love you, Illumi, because I’m your wife and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be!

(If you were in a better state of mind you’d have the energy to be ashamed of yourself, but you’re so desperate to get out of this cellar and into the warmth, to drink something and eat something and be away from the thing trapped in there with you that you just don’t care.)

He nods, satisfied, and opens the locks, only to blink in surprise when you wobbly embrace him, sobbing into his chest and clutching onto his clothes because even though he’s unnaturally cold, he’s still warmer than the hell you’ve been in for the last three days.

And while he’s not the best at physical affection, he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you tighter, crushing you against his hard chest whispering in your ear that he’s so glad you’ve finally accepted your place.

OVERALL DANGER:

9/10

The danger that lies with being Illumi’s darling is honestly just the fact that once he chooses you, there is absolutely no chance of escaping him.

He’s a trained assassin with connections everywhere; outside of death itself, there’s no way for you to get away from him, no matter how hard you try or who you manage to recruit into aiding you.

(And even if you were to somehow manage to kill yourself, Illumi will keep your dead body by his side – holding it at night while he sleeps, propping you in a chair across from him while he eats and carries on a one sided conversation about work that day, even going so far as to fuck your cold, lifeless body just to feel you.)

He’s lived his whole life feeling nothing at all, and the second that you inspire any bit of emotion within him, his whole perspective seems to alter just slightly, something warm and strange and good blooming in his chest. It’s something completely foreign, but the longer it goes on the more he decides the likes it, growing used to the feeling and craving more of it, finding himself yearning – yes, yearning – to feel it once more when he’s been away from you for long periods of time.

Once he realizes that the common cause of this feeling is you, Illumi is deciding that you’re the one he’ll be adding to the Zoldyck family as his partner, his spouse, his lover.

You’ll be the one to bear his children and continue on the name, all while he gets to enjoy the strange warmth in his chest, the odd protectiveness that forces him to keep you locked up, safe from the outside world, the strange urge he feels to reach out and touch you, to see you smile, to feel your lips against his own.

And so while he won’t ever directly physically harm you, your mental state will be destroyed, and you’ll be in constant fear that someday he’ll decide you aren’t worth the trouble, that once he impregnates you and you give him a few heirs, he’ll kill you off effortlessly.

These fears will never, ever see fruition of course, but the trouble with Illumi is that you just never know.

He’s skilled in the art of killing, but his skills in lying are quite formidable as well – you can never truly tell when he’s being honest with you, and while he’s never fully lied to you (only misrepresented facts and led you to believe something that may not be entirely true), you’ll live in a constant state of unease because you’re so, so very aware that he could kill you with a mere flick of his wrist if he so desired, and what’s stopping him? He claims to be in love, but in what world is this love?

And you, lucky lucky you, get the lovely package deal of not only him, but his fucked up family as well – so good luck, and really, just let him mold you into the perfect, obedient little wife he wants you to be.

You’ll be much, much happier in the end.

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[teddy-yandere]

Platonic Yandere! Zoldyck Family x Reader

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

«★»———- HXH Adult Trio Masterlist

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★ When you were first born , Silva and Kikyo made the easy decision to not raise you to be a assassin. ( Silva thought that you were too weak , and Kikyo just wanted to have you all to herself ). That being said , you were raised away from the whole “ must become a assassin “ vibe of the house. Instead you would spend you days with mainly Kikyo ( you mother ) .

★ It did doesn’t matter what your gender is , Kikyo loves to dress you up in fancy outfits.

★ Because you are so precious to the family , I can imagine Silva and Illumi being extremely strict over everything you can , and can’t do . Illumi is the type of guy who hovers over you shoulder watching everything you do with his blinking black eyes. He stares at you so much that sometimes you swear that you can feel someone staring at you in the middle of the night. While you are in bed .

★ Before you even ask - yes Illumi gets very jealous of his siblings whenever you hang out with them- especially Killua, instead of him. Illumi will happily let you sleep in his bed at night , when it rains ( or if you have a nightmare ) because he knows that you feel safe with him.

★ He will happily hum you a soft song and rub your back to comfort you whenever you have a nightmare

★ Milluki is the type of guy who would typically charge his other family members for his services - but not you. In fact , I am pretty sure that you are the only meme we if the family who is “ nice to him “. Similarly to the rest of his family , he feels a sort of obligation to take care of you.

★ That being said , he will happily monitor all of your social media accounts , and eliminate any of your online friends who he feels you two are getting “ to close “ to each other.

★ Zeno is definitely a more laid back yandere compared to the others.

★ He honestly prefers to stick to spoiling you , and trying to make sure that you know that what the family is doing for you is good. Since the moment you were born , Zeno made sure to get in your good side ( by buying you ice cream whenever you wanted ). That way , you would follow his rules. Now that I think about it , Zeno and Kikyo are very similar in many ways. They both love spoiling you. <3

★ Killua is extremely clingy to you. Because he is a little spoiled,he will basically demand your time. Whenever you were little , Killua would love to boss you around ( in a playful way ). When he is older , he definitely loves to protect you from any else. Remeber how I said that Illumi gets jealous of Killua ?… well yeah.

★ The two brothers are basically in a emotional battle to be your favorite. Let’s just say that they get very competitive. Poor Alluka has to try to drag you away from their mess.

★ I got too lazy to finish this

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

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[apollodarling-writes]

Hey can do yandere killua x fem reader hsc please 🙏

YANDERE KILLUA HCS:

desc: fem!reader x yan! killua zoldyck

MINORS AGED UP!!

cw: murder, kidnapping, major character death, non-con implications, baby trapping kinda???, brainwashing,

Killua would become yandere for someone who has a very caring heart or maybe isn't able to protect themselves properly. Maybe he met you through Gon or maybe he met you in a town after you bumped into him (it would actually be the other way around, but he would never admit it).

Killua would get your number and would text you often, only looking for a friendship at first.

Of course, it grows over time and at a rapid rate.

Killua loves when you check up on him or patch up his injuries, giving them a soft kiss through the band-aids.

Killua would find himself hanging out with you more often, with Gon at first, but eventually it becomes the two of you, Killua keeping his meetings with you from his best friend.

Killua would insist on walking you home one day under the guise of being concerned for your safety (that too) but was actually interested in memorizing the route to your house.

Killua would watch over you like your own secret guardian angel when he isn't busy.

Killua would definitely send you anonymous love letters, jewelry, flowers, food, and the like.

Killua's love language would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch, so expect this to increase tenfold as a yandere. He wants to monopolize you.

Killua would kill anyone whose gaze lingered on you for too long, memorizing their face and making sure to sneak away for a moment so he can take care of the job. He'd kill anyone who would speak more than two words to you and he would make sure that Gon knows you belong to him and he to you.

Kurapika and Leorio would think you're pretty, both mentioning it in passing and turning up dead the next day.

Poor Gon, not knowing that his friend was someone completely different than he thought.

Killua would part ways with Gon shortly after realizing he's in love with you and likely rejoining his family, rising the ranks as the Heir faster than they would have previously thought.

Killua spends every waking moment daydreaming about you. What would your kids look like? What kinds of sounds would you make when he makes love to you? What kind of wedding should the two of you have?

Killua orders a separate house to be made for the two of you on his family estate and kidnaps you as soon as your room is done and the home is decorated the same way yours is. He thinks you'd feel more comfortable that way.

Upon kidnapping you, he warns you that Mike eats people and should you try to leave, he had ordered Mike to return you to him.

Killua prepares baths for you and washes you body against your will.

Killua has Illumi plant a needle in your head, making you believe that you had always loved him and that you agreed to come with him.

Killua makes love to you that night, cumming inside you until he collapses in hopes of getting you pregnant.

Killua gets married to you not long after that, the two of you making love until you pass out, and even then Killua is still pumping cum into you, praying that you'll get pregnant this time.

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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Illumi Zoldyck x reader ₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Summary: Illumi finally kidnaps his S/O. (female reader).

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Warnings: Kidnapping, Bone breaking, Yandere theme, Illumi being a bish and traumatizing our poor girl, angst, horror, Oh and i named the reader "Lily".

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You wake up to find a man standing at the edge of your bed watching you. You can't see much other than his large eyes and long black hair.

Your body froze in shock, all you could do was stare at the figure in front of you in horror. It was indeed a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed. You closed your eyes slowly, trying to make it seem like  you were still asleep. You slowly pulled up the covers over your head and started panicking.

'Is that a ghost?', you thought to yourself.

He tilted his head slightly, confused as to why you covered your head with the blanket.

"Did you not hear me?"

He spoke in a cold flat tone. Illumi had taken a step closer to the bed, and he was about to sit down, but he paused. He knew your eyes were still open. He could feel your heartbeat.

'What? Am I dreaming? Or is there really a man in my room?', your breathing quicken as you tried to think of ways to escape.

Illumi reached out a hand to pull the covers off your head, "It's rude to close your eyes when you're speaking to someone."

You let out a scream as you felt the man pulling the covers off your head. Terrified, you gripped the covers for dear life, as if the covers will act as a shield against whoever this man is.

"That won't save you", He grabbed your wrists tightly and pulled your arms away from the covers. He grabbed the covers and tossed them to the floor. Your heart was beating fast, but Illumi didn't hear it. He seemed a little disappointed. He wasn't expecting you to scream at least.

"Don't scream", He muttered to himself, shaking his head slightly. Illumi had to admit that you were pretty.

Your eyes widened, 'This isn't a dream... I can feel pain in my wrist.'

At last, you finally found the courage to ask, "What-.. what do you want?"

"You look so frightened. Relax." Your fear only seemed to annoy him, and he squeezed your wrists a little tighter. Illumi seemed a little amused. "I'm taking you back home with me", He whispered, his tone calm as usual.

You whimpered in pain as he applied more pressure to your wrist, he seems strong.

"W-what do you mean 'back home'?"

You looked at him with wide eyes, trying to breathe as evenly as you could.

"As in, I'm kidnapping you", Illumi whispered matter-of-factly, as if it were something obvious. He seemed to enjoy your reaction so far. He smiled slightly, his eyes still showing no emotion.

"Please stop screaming", He requested in a soft voice, while gripping your wrists tighter.

"Hurts-..." You whimpered as you glanced upward at your wrist that the man had pinned over your head.

"Oh! You're in pain?" He seemed a little surprised, and he loosened his grip.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you", Illumi lied smoothly, letting go of your wrists. He tilted his head to the side, amused by your reaction.

You gulped as you massaged your wrist, thanking the man for releasing them.

"I- I swear I don't have anything valuable on me- Even my family won't give you money if you kidnapped me- please-..."

"Oh, I'm not kidnapping you for the money you have." He seemed a little confused. He tilted his head again, thinking about the situation. He seemed to wonder why you thought that.

"I'm kidnapping you because.." Illumi looked at you, taking in every feature on your face,"I love you", He said softly.

This seems to confuse you even more, as you looked at the man with a puzzled face.

"I think you got the wrong person-.. I have never seen you before"

"Why are you so confused? Can't you feel how much love I have for you?" He seemed hurt that you still couldn't tell how much he loved you. Illumi's facial expression softened while he looked at you, his black eyes seemingly gazing into yours. He tilted his head yet again, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I don't think I am the person you are looking for- I have never even seen you before-! Please, let me go, I won't tell anyone that this happened..."

You plead to the man in front of you, trying to get out of this situation.

"No no no, don't be silly", Illumi looked at you lovingly, smiling. You could hear the affection in his voice. "You belong to me. That's why I won't let you go even if you ask nicely."

"I love you with all my heart, and I won't let you leave me", He murmured in a soft voice.

The panic settled in again as you started to move backward, trying to put as much distance as you could between you and the man.

Illumi was disappointed that you weren't pleased by the news that he loved you. Was it so wrong for him to kidnap such a pretty girl like you? He tilted his head again, looking at you.

"Your heart rate is getting faster. You look scared. Why are you scared? I won't hurt you. I love you", Illumi murmured with a small frown, walking towards you again.

"Please don't come near me-..", You frantically started to look around for anything that you can use as a weapon against him.

Illumi walked closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. He seemed to be trying to calm you down. You were panicking too much for his liking.

"Why are you so scared? You don't believe me when I say I won't hurt you? I won't! I love you, so how could I possibly harm you?"

You flinched as he placed a hand on your shoulder, trying not to let out a scream.

"You don't kidnap the person you love-! How can I trust a stranger with my life? For all I know, you could brutally kill me or do something worse!"

Illumi laughed at your response, shaking his head.

"Don't you think it's a little rude to call me a stranger? I've been following you for a while now. I know you, and I love you", He murmured in a small voice, gripping your wrist firmly again.

You struggled against him, trying to pull your wrist out of his grip as you shook your head.

"Please, I beg you-.."

Illumi didn't let you go, and the more you struggled, the tighter he gripped your wrist.

"Please be patient. I know you're scared, but you don't need to be scared of me", He whispered in a cold voice, not realizing how intimidating you must've found him.

"I would never hurt you. In my eyes... you are the most perfect girl I've ever seen", He murmured softly, tilting his head again.

You kept struggling while tears formed in your eyes.

"But you are hurting me right now-"

"Stop crying", Illumi said softly, tightening his grip once more. His tone made his command sound like some kind of an order, and he didn't seem to care that his tone was intimidating.

"I will keep you safe. You'll see, once I take you back to my family", He murmured in a small voice, tilting his head once more. His facial expression was blank, yet you felt uncomfortable with him holding you so tightly.

"NO- please- no, god, please no..."

You tried not to cry but it was getting harder and harder, your wrist burns and this terrifying man is trying to kidnap you.

Illumi seemed frustrated by you crying. He squeezed your wrist even tighter, and he looked at you angrily with his black eyes.

"Stop crying and do not make me do something I will regret", He whispered in a small voice, his tone serious now. You couldn't help but tear up more. He pulled you closer, taking in your smell and examining your face.

You started to scream and kick towards his direction, trying to make him release you so you could run for your door and escape*

Illumi didn't seem bothered by your struggles. He simply held you tighter, and he was now starting to get annoyed by your screaming.

He looked you straight in the eyes as he squeezed your wrist tighter and pulled your arm closer. He was almost shaking from pure emotion.

"I love you.. I need you.. Don't struggle anymore", He whispered harshly, looking at you with a fierce expression. His eyes were filled with rage, as he held you tightly.

"No, Let. Me. Go!" You gasped in pain as he applied more pressure, you are sure that he has blocked the blood circulation in your hand with his iron grip. If he squeezed a little harder, you are sure he will manage to break your wrist.

Illumi finally snapped, as he tightened his grip even more. His face was contorted in rage, and he seemed to be getting frustrated with how you struggled. He didn't notice that he was starting to harm you. He had become obsessed. He pulled you even closer to his body.

"Don't struggle anymore. I need you. You are mine. If you don't listen, I will snap your wrist. I swear on my life", He murmured in a cold, threatening tone. His grip tightened even more.*

You couldn't hear him over the sound of your heartbeat and quickened breath, you started to suffocate as you couldn't inhale properly with how panicked you were, with every strength that is left in you, you tried to wiggle out of his grip and shake him off you.

Illumi had grown so enraged that he didn't even register you crying out in pain. He was filled with emotion, and all he could think of was wanting you to himself. He was oblivious to your pain, and the tighter he held you, the more desperate he became. He couldn't focus on anything but your face. Illumi ignored all of your pleas, and he held you in place. He just wanted you.

"Stop struggling", He whispered in a cold tone, his facial expression still filled with rage.

It happened. A cracking noise filled the room, it wasn't loud but Illumi managed to hear it. The cracking sound was followed by a scream of pain as you closed your eyes, finally breaking down in sobs.

Illumi's eyes widen as he felt your wrist snap, and he heard you scream in pain. He didn't quite know how to react. His eyes remained fixed on your face, and he was still holding you tightly.

"Oh... are you okay?", He murmured in a small voice, tilting his head. He seemed confused as his facial expression turned from rage to concern. You couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was still holding you tightly, as he waited for your response.

The pain would've been bearable if it wasn't for you panicking so much and the fact that you have never sprained any parts of your body, let alone break a bone.

Tears flood your eyes as you continued to cry out in pain, the man still not losing his grip which made it more painful.

Illumi seemed to realize for the first time how deeply he was hurting you. His grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but it was still firm.

"There, there's no need to cry", He cooed in a soft voice. Illumi sounded as if he was talking to an infant or a small child. He didn't think much of the pain he was causing you."If you cry, I might hurt your wrist more."

He tilted his head to the side, seeming to want you to stop crying.

You gasped in pain as you closed your eyes before hearing the man, you opened your eyes slightly to find him still on top of you.

"Please-... don't-... I-...", You were trying so hard to calm down but it was getting harder and harder the more you stared at the man.

Illumi tightened his grip on your wrist again. He looked mad that you were panicking so much.

"You don't have to act like this! Don't be afraid of me. Why can't you believe that I love you?", His voice sounded frustrated and irritated, and his expression turned cold once more.

"I won't hurt you", He lied, as he still continued to hold you tightly and squeeze your wrist just to get your attention.

"I- I believe you! just please..! Let my wrist go-! I b-beg you...", you tried to stop crying as the pain increased.

"As long as you're still scared of me, you won't love me", Illumi muttered in a soft tone. He squeezed your wrist tighter, as he wanted you to be so frightened that you would love him. But he was only causing more damage to your wrist.

He looked at you intently, waiting for you to fall in love with him so he could relax the grip on your wrist. "Look at me."

You looked up at him, while gasping in pain. You were shaking at this point.

Illumi tilted his head to the side again, as he looked at you with those lifeless black eyes.

"Please stop crying and just believe me. Look, I won't hurt you", He said, sounding sweet and loving. But what he was doing wasn't the nicest thing to your wrist. He was squeezing it as tight as he could.

"I love you, really."

"I- I LOVE YOU TOO!", You cried out in pain as you tried to please the man as much as you could so that he would let go of your wrist. You were starting to get dizzy.

Illumi let go of your wrist, looking at you happily, "There you go."

"Good girl", He murmured in a soft, low voice, as if he was speaking to a very small child. Illumi sounded like a different person when you said you loved him. He smiled at you lovingly. "I'm so lucky to have you", He murmured and tilted his head to the side once more.

You nodded your head in response as you tried to stop crying. You pulled your wrist towards your chest, looking down at them, it was hard to see their condition but the bone was surely broken, and you were not able to rotate your wrist either. And it hurts when you tried to move your fingers even slightly.

Illumi had calmed down a lot. He was satisfied by the fact that you loved him, and he had succeeded in breaking your will. He could finally relax.

"Let's go, my dear. Let's go back to my family's mountain and become my wife", He murmured in a soft voice, smiling at you lovingly once more. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door, as if your wrist wasn't broken in two.

"Ah! C-can you grab my arm or shoulder instead? It hurts when you pull...-", You trailed off, scared that you will annoy him if you mention your pain again.

"Oh, of course", Illumi replied sweetly, smiling at you as if you were a small child. He put his arm around your shoulder and lifted you up, carrying you in his arms.

"You're so light- do you even eat? We'll need to feed you more", He murmured with a small chuckle, and he walked outside of your apartment. He had to go to his mansion on the kukuroo mountain now that he had you in his custody.

"We..?", 'There are more of them? If one of them is this crazy, how bad will others be?' Just thinking about it makes you shiver.

Illumi remained quiet as he carried you over his shoulder. He didn't even think about the fact that you were scared of him or his family. All he was focused on was that he finally had you all to himself.

"My family will love you. I'm sure of it." He muttered quietly, as if he was trying to reassure you. "I'll introduce you to my little brother, Killua first. Killua is going to be so excited to meet you."

"Ah- I see... i would love to meet them too... By the way- if you don't mind me asking... I mean- like, can I ask you something?", You fumbled with your words, trying to speak as carefully as you could.

"Hm? What is this question that you're so hesitant to ask?", Illumi asked politely, keeping his focus on you. He was curious about your question, and all he wanted was to hear you say it. He tilted his head to the side once more, seeming to want to listen to the sound of your voice.

"What's your name...?", You looked up at him, trying to see if he was annoyed by your talking or not.

Illumi looked at you sweetly and smiled. He chuckled as he responded."You haven't figured that out for yourself, love?"

"My name is Illumi, Illumi Zoldyck. I'm 26-years-old. Don't forget it.", He murmured softly and tilted his head to the side.

"What's your name?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Your eyes widened once I heard his name, "Zoldyck..? Like- from that Kangaroo mountain..?"

Illumi chuckled when you said 'Kangaroo' instead of 'Kukuroo'. "It's Kukuroo mountain, love, not Kangaroo. And yes, I am an elite Zoldyck. What's your name, love? *He inquired curiously while he continued to walk outside. He knew what your name was, but he wanted to see if you would be truthful or not.

"Lily." He nodded when he heard you answer him.

"Umm, that mountain is a big tourist attraction, so when I was new to this city, I went there- I saw your dog eat humans and decided to live far away from it-..." You trailed off, remembering that day.

"Ah... I see." *He said in response to your answer. "That day must have been traumatic for you", He said softly, trying to show sympathy for your feelings.

'This day is more traumatizing', You thought to yourself.

"And what are you doing in the city then? Do you have a job?" He asked curiously, acting as if he already didn't know everything about you.

"I am still a student so I work part time at a library."

"Oh, a student huh? Well, you're in luck. Our family will make sure that you have a better future", Illumi murmured in a soft and caring voice.

"Is that car yours?"

"Yes! That's my car. You're a very inquisitive person. Do you like it?" He asked curiously as he looked down at you. He smiled at you sweetly as if he was trying to impress you.

"It's.. It looks cool!" You tried to smile at him despite the pain you were in.

"I thought you already knew that I was a student...Shit- am i talking too much?", You looked at him anxiously, trying to figure out if your talking was annoying him or not.

"No no, not at all", Illumi murmured in a soft and friendly tone. He smiled at you sweetly and tilted his head to the side as he walked down the street with you in his arms.

"I like your talkative nature, Lily. You can tell me anything, and I'll try to have a conversation with you."

"I think we've almost reached my car now." He muttered sweetly, as he continued walking towards the car with you in his arms.

"You parked quite far. Wait- what is going to happen to my belongings?" You looked back towards your house.

"Don't worry about that now, my love", Illumi replied calmly, as if he couldn't care less about leaving your belongings. He didn't want you to worry about anything but him. He loved you after all. He looked at you warmly with those soulless, black eyes of his.

"Don't worry about it." He murmured sweetly and continued walking to the car.

"B-but-.."

"Shh, it's all okay, darling." *Illumi replied sweetly and he continued walking to the car as if you were a child. He was caring about you in his own way, but he also did what he wanted with no regard to you.

"You don't need to worry about anything other than being with me. Everything else is insignificant",  He muttered, sounding serious.

He soon reached his car and opened the door carefully. He then sat you down in the passenger seat, and sat himself, in the driver seat.

You shut your mouth as soon as you heard him say that, though the idea of leaving everything behind just like that.. hurts. You worked so hard to buy everything, to work for everything and now... it's all gone.

You looked at you wrist and gasped quietly, it was an angry red and limp, with bones sticking out. You couldn't bear to look at it as it made you disgusted and scared.

Illumi looked over to you to see your disgusted and horrified face. He realized instantly that he went too far. He tried to hold his anger in, but it was hard. You could see the small anger in his eyes as he tried to be kind to you.

"Oh, did I break your wrist?" *He murmured in a sweet, kind tone as if he was trying to comfort you. But it was obvious that his concern was fake.

"Its- It's fine, it doesn't hurt that much...", You gave him a weak smile, or at least tried to while looking at him.

"Don't lie to me. I don't like it when you lie to me. You're hurt, and I did it." Illumi replied in a harsh tone, looking at you with his soulless black eyes. His sweet persona was gone, as the cold-blooded Zoldyck blood was now in-command. He was getting mad at your lying and he didn't want you to lie to him again.

"I know you're not a liar, Lily.. So don't lie to me", He murmured once more, as he turned the car on.

You took a sharp breath as you heard his tone, he is angry again. That's not good. You quickly bowed my head, "I am sorry, Illumi! I swear, I won't lie to you again, please forgive me!" You cried out while shaking slightly.

Illumi looked at you sweetly and his tone immediately shifted back to a soft, kind and sweet voice. "Good girl." He murmured gently, as if he didn't just snap at you. All of that anger was instantly gone, and he looked at you like you were his princess again.

"I forgive you", He spoke softly and smiled at you sweetly.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of that wrist once we arrive at my mansion." He said in a caring tone.

"Thank you!" You sat up straight once you heard him say that.

You looked towards the sky, it's pretty late right now.

"Aren't you tired..?"

"No.. I'm not tired." Illumi murmured sweetly, as if he couldn't sleep without you next to him.

He then drove the car down the street to the mansion. Once they reached the gates of the mansion, Illumi stepped out and then reached his hand into the car to help you get off. The mansion was enormous, and it looked like a palace.

"Please watch your step, darling." He murmured in a soft tone as he helped you off the car.

You thanked him as you looked at the mansion in front of you.

That's it. That's your life now. It's no use fighting against him. You already gave up fighting when he broke your wrist. It's useless now. Everything is over for you. Your dreams, your goals, your life. Everything. Is. Over.

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Author's note: So.. I am back after 2 years of inactivity-

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-Yandere Killua X Reader X Yandere Illumi-

⚠️warning⚠️ mentions of obsessive and possessive thinking

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Character(s): Illumi Zoldyck, Killua Zoldyck

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You were the sole butler in the entire Zoldyck mansion allowed to touch master Killua.

When he was younger, Killua had many different servants who touched him, whether it was to tend to his wounds after Zoldyck training or to coddle him as he ventured around the mountain. But these days only you out of all the servants were allowed that close to him, the only one he wanted close to him. And when you had arrived in the mansion moments ago, it had turned out that you being close to him was exactly what Killua wanted. Grabbing your hand, he told you to 'hang out' with him.

It was a common enough order from Killua, one that you were used to carrying out, especially before he was sent out on his mission by his father. But he had always given that order either outside the mansion or in his bedroom, never before had he asked you to do such a thing in the mansion where anyone else could see. You wondered at his sudden desire to have you administer to him infront of his family but did not dare venture to ask him. You had enough experience with his fierce moods to know it was better not to make such an inquiry.

"You know," came Killua's voice, cold and clear, "out of all of the comforts from home that I missed while I was away, I believe I missed this most of all." Though he did not say it aloud, you knew that what he truly meant was that he missed you most of all. Killua would probably never admit it though.

"I am glad to hear it, Master Killua."

"Tell me, did you happen to miss me while I'm away?"

"Of course, Master Killua," you reassured him. "I wait eagerly for your return each day."

Killua smirked in satisfaction at your answer, closing his eyes as you both relaxed underneath the trees. Once the sound of familiar footsteps reached his ears though, he opened his eyes to see Illumi standing before the both if you.

Breath hitching in your throat, you shot up and greeted the assassin, so great was your shock at seeing Master Illumi so suddenly. Though you knew that he had a tendency to show up unannounced from time to time, you had not actually seen him until this moment. Illumi, however, had seen you, watching you from the shadows and hidden alcoves of the palace. Even though Illumi had not seen you since the last time you were in the Zoldyck mansion, his obsession for you had not faded at all. In fact, being parted from you had only made his feelings grow stronger. But that meant that when he entered the Forrest to see you with his brother, it took all of his restraint to withhold the rage crackling in his veins.

"Oh hey big brother," Killua sighed as he stretched. "I don't suppose you remember Y/N? Our butler?" Illumi's eyes slid over to Killua at his taunting, taking a moment to briefly glare at him before returning his possessive gaze to you. Forgetting you had never even been a possibility, had not even been something Illumi had wanted to be a possibility. Killua knew that for himself, for he too had been unable to forget you while he was away. Even before he ran away from home, in the early days of your training as a Zoldyck butler, the two siblings had fought over your services and attention, each of them wanting you to themselves. Once Illumi had been distracted by his upcoming missions, Killua had relished the opportunity to take you for himself, certain that he had won. Now that Illumi had finally come home, he was more than ready to make up for lost time.

"I need you," Illumi said to you, ignoring Killua entirely.

Not sure what you should do, you simply continued to stare at Illumi. Out of the two assassin siblings, you were more afraid of Illumi than you were of Killua, knowing that he would be far more willing to hurt you in order to get his way. Yet Killua was the next in line to head the Zoldyck family, and as such you were duty-bound to serve him above all others except the current head of the family. Illumi seemed to understand your hesitancy though, his blank coal eyes softening at the sight of you so unsure.

"I'm afraid that I have to steal them from you," he told his brother.

"Well, who am I to deny my big brother, the eldest can do what he wants?" Although Killua certainly did not want you leaving his side, especially for you to join his brother, he knew when to pick his battles and when to wait for the best moment to strike.

"I promise to take good care of them."

"Oh, I know you will," Killua answered, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Well?" Illumi asked, once more turning to you. "Are you coming?"

"Yes, Master Illumi," you said, quickly leaving Killua's sight as you followed Illumi.

It only took mere seconds for you to end up pinned against the brick wall behind the mansion. Illumi took one step towards you, finally closing the distance between your bodies, so that your chests were practically pressed against each other.

It was a split second decision when you lifted your head up to capture his lips this time, pouring all the emotion you possibly could into the act in an attempt to appeal to whatever amount of sanity remained in his body.

His reaction was almost immediate.

Illumi let out a noise somewhere between a possessive growl and a hum of approval as he kissed you back harder than before. He had the faintest blush of pink across his cheeks, a few of the shorter strands of his hair were falling in front of his face - which would occasionally be caught in the kiss, not that he cared. He wasn't out of breath, but his breathing was heavy. He had transferred both your hands to one of his own, his free hand Resting behind your head gently pushing you deeper into the kiss.

And the look on his face... The pure hunger that was there before he took you away was gone. He was positively ravenous for you now.

He pulled back very suddenly, the slight sweat that had been shared between your two bodies leaving you unexpectedly cold and confused; whatever was left of your mind desperately trying to understand why he would stop so abruptly. Your answer was given when Illumi pulled you into his body. Holding you possessively as you continued to gasp for air.

"I missed you every day that I was gone," Illumi murmured possessively. "Did you know that?"

"I know."

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[ainri]

hello! I'm the one who asked for one of illumi (yandere) could you make it headcanons?

illumi zoldyck as a yandere (hcs and drabble.)

•hunter x hunter

•yandere illumi headcanons + small drabble

•mostly fem oriented

•assasin/servant reader

•fic warinings: !dark content!, mentions of death multiple times including reader + reader’s family, insinuated character death at end, forced labor, undergarmnet theft, swear words, mild gaslighting, obsessive thoughts.

•🔞

•masterlist

•a/n: this is my first request so ty!!! tbh i rlly like writing yanderes like its just so fun? anyways someone should really do a crime count because i had to put some extra stuff in the fic warning so that people wouldn’t go crazy on me or call me insensitive 🥰sorry for the wait i completely forgot abt tumblr…..🙊if it doesnt make sense its because i rushed it bc i felt bad for how long i kept my anon waiting (sorry anon pookiebear) and its 1:27am 😞😞

continuation of this post!

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-how did you end up this position again?

-oh yeah thats right! your parents were also assasins who just happened to have ‘issues’ with the zoldycks.

-they had personal issues with silva due to a deal gone wrong between the two assassin families.

-how did silva handle getting played by your parents? by sending out an order to kill them.

-but silva is a higher class man with much bigger issues. who’s better to do the job than his son illumi?

-of course the original order was to kill you, your father, and your mother.

-when illumi saw you walking back onto your family’s estate something in him just snapped.

-he just couldn’t help it; he had to have you, no matter the cost.

-that was the moment he realized he couldnt just let you die or kill you.

-you were…special?

-that was the first mission he had ever failed… he just couldnt bring himself to kill you.

-after silva finished beating the shit out of him; illumi had an idea.

-illumi spoke of this idea to silva; to make you a personal servant in return for you and your parents’ lives.

-of course silva agreed, once silva privately told you of this ‘agreement’ you had to agree.

-best to not test the zolycks’ willpower and to not test the waters.

-working as illumi’s personal servant was fine, that was before your panties started disappearing randomly from your laundry bin.

-“master illumi, i hate to bother you with this but have you seen my panties?”

-“no. what are you saying servant?”

-he quickly retorted back, almost, no, way too quickly.

-of course, this all started to add up when the male zoldyck house staff started to ignore you + avoid you like the plague.

-apologizing profusely to you over the smallest mistakes or accidents.

-this was all bizzare…. you needed answers, as quickly as possible.

•••

it was a calm day of cleaning when suddenly you walked in on it—illumi torturing your male coworker who helped you clean the atrium yesterday. “master illumi, what are you doing?” the servant asked horrified and confused,

“none of your business servant-“ he stopped himself to reword his sentence, “you know what? no! i was teaching him a lesson for speaking to you. besides you only belong to me!-right? right? say you belong to me! i killed all of those men—no, boys for you and you can’t even say, ‘thank you master illumi.’!?” he was yelling, now losing his temper.

“master illumi i didnt ask for you to kill for me! whats wrong with you? you-you-you psychopath! youre being completely delusional and irrational!—“

CLANG

all you saw was black as you felt your vision go blurry with illumi hitting you in the head with skme heavy blunted off object.

“i don’t appreciate that (name), i don’t appreciate it at all. you ungrateful woman. all i ever wanted to do was love you. clearly you cant even allow me to do that much. what a shame.”

END

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©2023 ainri; do not repost my work without credit or repost my work in a different language♡

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[dearest-painter]

Yandere concept with Hunter x Hunter.

Gon’s older brother is like future tom(from eddsworld). Like Reader has something over his eyes that changes shapes and symbols to represent his eyes(Idk what it’s called),he dresses formal,but he drinks not enough to be an alcoholic though. Reader’s Nen is basically him being like Katara from Avater with being a water bender and he can blood bend. If he loses constriction it will the the target free if he’s using blood bending or will cause the water he was using to dissolve. As long as he is thinking of one thing he’s safe.

Anyways back onto the stuff. Reader’s glasses(I’m calling them glasses idc) can malfunction and show videos of random people,places,or objects that will be needed in the future but it hurts Reader. When everyone saw how calm and chil reader was when fighting it impresses people,maybe Reader was an assassin but stopped for Gon’s sake. Reader is the same age of Leorie or Illumi but he’s an adult. Reader hates talking and will use a tape recorder but has talked on accident.

Maybe during the hunter exam is when people started to get attracted to Reader as how fast he got stuff done. Killua sees him as a dad because of how fatherly and worried he acts with him whenever he’s hurt causing Killua to get attached first,Leorie is second because of how helpful and how Reader let’s him use the same flask he just used but also how protective Reader is of him,Kurapika is next as Reader is the most sympathetic and listing person he’s met. Reader always comforts him when he can and protects him. Gon was already obsessed with his older brother because he looks up to him a bit to much.

Reader has history with all the Zoldycks because he use to interfere with their assassinations out of spite. So when Killua’s family hears that their son is buddy buddy with an Assassin that messes up their assassinations their pissed rightfully! (Expect Alluka,y’all are bff’s) Silva hates Reader for how he’s replacing him as a dad and how he fucks up their missions. Yet the whole Zoldyck family wants Reader as their own and in the family just like others want Reader for themselves

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere concepts #yandere x male reader ideas #male reader #yandere x male reader #romantic yandere concept #romantic yandere

[iggysolosgoku]

Get to know me

Name: Johnny

Age: 18

Requests are open!

Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU

TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan

Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon

Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands

Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly

Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader

Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world

Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine

Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)

Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna

Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura

Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio

Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci

Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)

Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet

Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira

Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru

I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow

#hxh #jjk #scott pilgrim #jjba #demon slayer

[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck NSFW Profile

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck x fem! reader

CW: non/dub-con, kidnapping, emotional neglect, HEAVY breeding kink, pregnancy kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, threats, the Zoldycks are batshit insane, forced pregnancy, stalking, nonconsensual touching, somnophilia, congrats ur Illumi's sexual awakening, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

HABITS:

Generally speaking, sex has not been a part of Illumi’s life.

Harsh training since childhood has left him detached and focused solely on killing, on completing a mission in the most thorough, efficient way he knows.

And while he knows what sex is, the general concepts and ideas, he’s never looked at it as anything more than a natural part of life, how a family is created – there’s no feelings of excitement or mystery surrounding it, no eagerness to try it out, or even fear for it. Rather, it’s simply a means to produce a child, and he’s completely satisfied with that.

He knows that as the eldest Zoldyck son, it’s his duty to produce an heir to keep the bloodline running, but he doesn’t invest too much thought into it or into exactly what it will be like to be inside someone else.

And really, once you step into his life, not much changes - at least at first.

You’re merely a fascination to him in the beginning, something that’s peaked his interest in a way that no one else has before, something that he wants to watch and study and observe.

He finds himself watching you more often than not, and while he catches you touching yourself fairly frequently, he doesn’t have any particular reaction to the sight of you with your legs spread, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted as you stuff yourself full of your fingers.

It isn’t that he doesn’t care, but he just doesn’t see why it’s something he should concern himself with, why he should put any emotional investment in seeing you moan and twitch as your fingers bring you to what he can only assume is your orgasm.

(Although, he doesn’t quite remember his mother mentioning anything about females being able to orgasm – simply that the male does inside of her, which will often get her pregnant and lead to a child.)

It’s completely sterile at first, but as his feelings begin to morph into something even he has to admit isn’t pure curiosity but rather something deeper, he slowly begins to view the idea of sex with you as something that will be a reality, something that will be happening no matter what. You’re to be his wife, the mother of his children, and as a result he will be fucking you.

He will be filling you full of his cum and impregnating you, hopefully three or four times in order to produce healthy, plentiful offspring.

And while it’s still clinical for the most part, all it really takes is a teasing jab from Hisoka to change his mind.

The clown will goabout how he’s so stiff, maybe he should get a bit more comfortable with his hand, no? After all, how will you produce an heir without knowing how to fuck first, hm?

Illumi doesn’t really mind his words, but as the seed gets planted in his mind, it’s slowly growing, until he realizes with a bit of a start that perhaps his friend was right.

After that moment, things begin changing. There’s a strange tightness in his pants as he watches you moan and arch your back against your bed. He notices the feeling has a distinct tinge of pleasure to it, the unexpected sensation making his knees ever so slightly weak.

There’s an odd throbbing sensation coming from his groin as his wide eyes take in the way you’re desperately rubbing at your clit, the way you’re chanting out for more, more, more, please! He mentally notes the feeling becomes intensified when he notices the way your thighs twitch and your breasts bounce slightly from the force of your fingers.

When he hears your strangled moans It’s odd, but as he returns home in preparation for a job he has scheduled early the next morning, he finds himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, Hisoka is right. How will he know what to expect once he actually has your naked and pliant body before him, perfectly poised to be fucked and bred?

He's surprised by the pleasure it brings him; a strange sort of numbing warmth, something he can feel in every nerve in his body, all the way from his toes to his fingertips.

He decides he likes it, with a small nod of his head.

And so, as he slowly begins touching himself somewhat routinely, Illumi grows more comfortable with the idea of fucking you, even going so far as to realize that if it feels this good for him, maybe it does for you as well?

You certainly moan like it, and as he falls into a dreamless sleep later that night, he realizes that maybe sex with you wouldn’t only be about getting you pregnant. Maybe, it could be about feeling good, as well.

It’s merely a hunch, something far off and dreamy in his mind, but slowly his sex life with his hand picks up, small thoughts and ideas of what it would feel like to be with you clouding his mind.

He finds that imagining you makes his body react in strange ways - his hips stutter as he works his fingers against his cock, the sensitivity of his body seemingly improved tenfold when your face flashing through his mind.

But Illumi finds himself not minding all that much; after all, you make his frozen heart thaw just the slightest, so why shouldn’t he embrace some of the other urges you give him, some of the other more primal, natural feelings you inspire within him?

He’ll be fucking you either way, and Illumi is completely expecting you to moan like that for him once you're actually naked with one another, to be just as loud and unabashed as you are when you’re touching yourself – so much so that unless he gets to moan and beg and cry out like he knows you can, he’s not stopping.

You’re his pretty little wife, and while he’ll be using you as a cumdump either way, it would be so much better if you at least pretended to enjoy it.

Because he gets a very late start to touching himself, Illumi hasn’t really developed any strong habits.

He has, unfortunately, witnessed many others jacking away through the years of his work. (He’s even killed a man mid-session, though he didn’t quite understand how the man didn’t hear him coming, seeing as he’d miscalculated and stepped on a slightly squeaky floorboard.)

He’s never taken the time to really rationally consider why they were doing that, why they were grunting and groaning and moving their fist so fast it looked nearly painful.

Illumi isn’t too sure, but as Hisoka’s words ring through his head and he stares at your vulnerable, defenseless, sleeping form, he can only blink and contemplate, remembering the way you’d looked earlier in the day.

He's remembering when you were fucking yourself with something long, silicone and loud, sounding as if it was vibrating. And while he’s never been one to really notice beauty or appearances, even he has to admit that something about you so freely moaning, your face screwed up in pleasure was pretty, a strange sort of attractiveness that he can’t quite put his finger on.

His nightly visits are normally not especially eventful; he stands watch at the foot of your bed, staring down at you with unblinking eyes, his hands staying firmly by his sides as the minutes roll into hours. The man doesn't move an inch as he watches you so innocently dream, your breaths somehow soothing him and lulling him into an odd state of tranquility that would normally unnerve him, but somehow he doesn’t mind if it’s you.

And so, while he approaches these nights with intentions mostly pure – aside from wanting to keep you locked up and forever his property, that is – slowly he begins getting more and more curious, more and more tempted to take Hisoka’s advice because maybe, maybe the man has a point, and Illumi would be able to preform better and therefore have a stronger chance of impregnating you if he were to know exactly what he’d be feeling.

The logic isn’t perfect, but as time passes the assassin finds himself not caring – and as the clock loudly ticks and passes through the three o’clock in the morning mark, slowly Illumi is blinking, his right hand twitching at his side as the images of your head thrown back into the pillows, thighs twitching as you moan and keen flash behind his eyelids.

The split-second decision is made in that moment, his hand coming up to tug down the front of his trousers, reaching in to pull out his still soft cock.

It’s pale, just like the rest of him, and as he stares down at his own flesh, his head tilts slightly – he’s never purposefully tried to get himself hard, his erections only coming and going throughout his journey in puberty, and nothing more.

His brows furrow ever so slightly, but his gaze floats back towards your face, taking in your soft lashes, the smoothness of your lips, the way your fly away hairs frame your skin so perfectly.

He traces the shape of your nose with his eyes, the curve of your neck, and before he even realizes it he’s reaching out, his cold fingers brushing over your cheek. He sucks in a small breath at the contact, the feel of your warm, soft body even lightly against his own making a strange shiver run down his spine, and with a start he notices an odd sensation growing between his legs.

A look down tells him that he’s reaching his goal, his cock swelling up slowly but surely as he continues to lightly touch over your body, caressing your curves over the sheets separating your pretty skin from him. He's never felt something so soft - your skin is warm, smooth, pleasant to the touch.

He doesn’t mind the sheets staying where they are tonight, but quickly Illumi grows frustrated with them, pulling them back to reveal your nightwear – or, if you prefer a more natural approach, your bare body. Immediately Illumi is imagining your stomach swollen with his child, your body round and ripe and so very fertile, all for him.

And with that thought, his cock is finally standing fully at attention, the tip a soft pink color with a thick vein running along the underside, all the way from the base up. He stares down at himself for a moment, slowly retracting the hand that had been touching you, and experimentally brushes his fingertips against his own skin.

His Adam’s Apple harshly bobs as he swallows, the strange sensation hitting him square in the chest as he brings his fingers down against his length once more, soon wrapping his fist around the base.

It feels good, Illumi notes with a distant sense of surprise – never had his mother mentioned anything about sex feeling good, and while your cries and moans from the many, many times he’s witnessed you get yourself off seemed like a good indicator of your feelings, he can’t help but be mildly surprised.

He begins moving his fist up and down, his gaze snapping back over to your sleeping, peaceful face. Precum oozes from his slit, the clear, sticky liquid being smeared along the length as he pumps his hand at a steady pace, making the otherwise quiet room fill with the dull thump of his fist against his pelvis, slight squelching noises accompanying the more bassy sounds.

His breathing is – admittedly – normal to most, but as he keeps his hand moving, the odd sensation building in his naval growing stronger and stronger, it gets a bit heavier, his breaths a bit more ragged.

He's not really thinking as he shuffles closer to the bed, standing so that his legs are pressed directly against the mattress, his cock being mercilessly pounded by his fist a mere foot above your head. It's as if his instincts have taken over - his fist is moving faster now, his subconscious yearning to move closer and closer to you, to close the distance between your bodies.

His dark hair is flowing around him in a wave as he hunches over, the sensation building and building and god, why does it feel so good, how does it feel so good and why is it getting stronger, is this an orgasm?

He’s not sure, but he doesn’t let up – his fingers are rubbing against his sensitive, swollen head again and again, the tightness in his balls only growing stronger and stronger until suddenly the pleasure takes a kick up, a strange sense of lightweightedness crashing through the assassin.

His cock twitches and thick spurts of cum shoot out, landing directly on your sleeping, tranquil face, staining your pretty skin an off white color.

He’s breathing hard at this point, though no moans have slipped out, but he quietly murmurs your name as he stares down at you, his cum coating your face in stripes and globs, the sight looking so strangely right, so indescribably natural that it has Illumi puzzled for a moment.

And suddenly, he’s realizing that Hisoka was probably right – if his hand had felt that good, then what must you feel like?

If he had slipped inside of you, felt you all around him for his first ever sexual experience, would he have come much too soon, finding his peak and shooting you full of his seed before he even so much as got to truly get you loosened up, ripe for conception?

He’s not sure, but as his hand stops moving and comes to yet again rest at his side, his now softening cock still hanging out of his trousers, he spends the next hour or so observing your face, committing the sight of you covered in his cum to memory.

Eventually, he makes sure that a tissue on your nearby dresser helps wipe away all the evidence of his activity, though as he stares passively down at the cum soaked material, he makes the sudden decision to not waste it.

It would be disappointing to not to put to use every drop of cum he produces, right?

It's valuable, a useful commodity for the future - and you're made for storing it of course, your body practically designed to carry everything he has to give you.

And so, with that thought in mind, he's pulling back your covers slightly and shifting your panties to the side, noting with a distant sense of surprise how warm you are, especially here.

He finds his eyes wandering a bit at your now partially revealed pussy - it's strange looking, he thinks, but yet there's an odd and unplaced urge in the back of his mind to prod between your folds, to run a finger through the wetness he can barely see, to understand just how warm you are inside.

He fights it, though; that can wait for another day.

And as his fingers smear the milky liquid along your lower lips, he can’t help but sigh in satisfaction and carefully tuck you back in.

You’re complete now, with his cum staining your pretty skin, and although it’s not buried deep inside your womb where it really should be, he’s satisfied.

For now.

And as he returns to your room again the next night, Illumi can’t help but wonder if he should in fact get more practice, if in order to make sure that he properly breeds you when the time comes, that he should be as used to his hand as possible so that he isn’t as surprised.

Illumi doesn’t know, but as the days melt into nights and he spends more and more hours with his cock in his hand, working away at orgasm after orgasm until he’s shooting blanks, he can’t find it in himself to wonder if he is in fact making the wrong move, if he's wasting his time.

But then, how can anything be wrong with you, if it pertains to your future offspring, his children that you have no choice but to bear?

He wants to best possible chance of conception with you, and if fucking his fist on a near bi-nightly basis is the best way to achieve this, Illumi won’t complain – after all, Hisoka wasn’t lying when he’d said it felt heavenly, and as far as the assassin is concerned, you are his heaven.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your hands

Illumi isn’t quite sure why, but there’s something about your hands that he slowly begins to love.

They’re so much softer than his own; warmer and smaller and gentler, free of the multitudes of calluses that litter his own fingers and palms.

You’re just so fragile compared to him, regardless of your size or height, and he feels that this is most reflected when it comes to your hands.

He loves his family, in a twisted, strange way, but Illumi has grown up to be the definition of touch starved – he’s never really been hugged, touched or held, and while he hasn’t ever given it too much thought or been especially upset about it, even he can admit that while it's foreign, the feeling of your hand against his arm holds a certain warmth to it.

It makes him stare down at your hand, confusion circling within him at the realization that it actually feels nice to have you touch him, to have your palm pressed against his bicep.

He doesn’t openly ask for affection, but as time goes on he begins craving the feeling of you touching him, especially with your hands. When you lightly grab onto his own, your smaller fingers intertwining with his bonier ones, it makes his heart do strange things in his chest while he figures out exactly how he’s supposed to be responding, what the book he read about common physical acts of affection recommends doing.

When you gently cup his cheek later on in your captivity, once you’ve finally accepted the fact that you’re never leaving him or your future as his wife, he’s staring down at you with those wide, disorienting eyes, the warmth of your hand seeping into his cold skin and making him melt from the inside out, unsure of what to make of the strangely affectionate gesture.

And of course, his love for your hands and being touched by you doesn’t just extend towards innocent displays of affection – no, Illumi very much loves your hands in the bedroom.

He likes it when you touch him; when you run your hands over the planes of his chest, tracing the defined lines of his abs, circling an areola with your fingertip.

He loves when you stroke him, your thumb coming up to tease his tip, smearing precum all along his length as you pump him, as you guide him between your folds.

He feels oddly wanted in those moments, realizing you want to touch him, making him stare at you in awe and fascination as you steadily bring him to an orgasm.

Your fingers feel so much better than his own, and when you lightly scratch at his back while he fucks you, when they tangle in the roots of his hair as he kisses you (still very cold cut, clinical kissing, but at some point you’ll be so starved for basic human affection that even his chapped, cold lips are better than nothing), Illumi can’t help but want to kiss you harder.

He can't help but want to make you come so hard around him that you black out for a few seconds from sheer pleasure. And once he sets his mind to something, there’s absolutely no way he isn’t getting it.

So be prepared; one tug at his long, silky black locks will be exchanged for at least three orgasms coaxed from your unwilling body.

His cock

The concept of having a favorite part of himself isn’t really something Illumi has ever given much thought to.

His body just is, years of hard training leaving him practically immune to anything and everything enemies could throw at him, and there’s never been a time that he’s looked into a mirror and ever really felt something about the reflection staring back at him.

He has no qualms with his physical appearance, but he doesn’t particularly like it either – looks are of no concern in his line of work, and really Illumi couldn’t care less.

But like many things in his life, the minute you manage to take a hold of his mind, body and soul, slowly Illumi finds that there indeed parts of him that he likes more – namely, his cock.

He's aware of the male expectations of size, girth and shape, but Illumi favors this part of his body not for those reasons - instead, simply because it's means by which to get you pregnant.

Impregnating you has been the plan from the start, since the moment he realized what the feelings stirring in his gut mean, and he can’t actually get you pregnant without his cock, without the cum that oozes out when he thinks of your body, when he touches you.

It’s a clinical thing, of course, except that it really isn’t – as much as he recognizes his purpose in getting you pregnant via sex, there’s another part of him that also loves just being inside of you, of being connected on such an intimate level.

He’s so touch starved, so robbed of physical affection without even being aware of it, and while sex isn’t exactly holding his hand or cuddling with him (both of which are things he makes you do during and after intercourse, however), it helps to sooth the void in his heart.

He feels oddly domestic in those moments, his heart doing strange things in his chest as he watches the way your little pussy swallows up his cock again and again, and when he murmurs something about you being so pretty, you take my cock so well darling, he’s being completely serious.

He loves the way you writhe and moan while he fucks you, how you respond so naturally to this part of him, how your body seems to call out for him and his length without you even really realizing it.

It’s euphoric to Illumi, and between the emotional aspect and the biological aspect, it’s really a no brainer that if Illumi were to be asked what his favorite body part was, he’d tilt his head and ask why, but eventually answer with a straight face - my penis.

He loves to be inside you and be so connected, and when you wind up pregnant a few weeks later, Illumi is overjoyed – because really, don’t you just look right with his child growing in your womb?

DRIVE:

Before you, Illumi’s drive was quite honestly non-existant. Of course he was aware of what sex was and it’s uses, but he’d never felt any desire to engage in it, to explore it in any sense of the word.

To him, it’s very much something that just exists, something that will service him later down the line when he’s helping produce heirs to the Zoldyck family.

He’s never been an avid fan of touching himself, of engaging in any sort of sexual scenario or situation, and for the most part he couldn’t be happier – or, at least, his version of happy.

It’s a tool for reproduction in his mind – which is why, when you come along and present yourself (unknowingly or not) as his future wife, he welcomes the idea of procreating with you, of actually depositing load after load of his cum inside your fertile womb until you’re swollen and heavy with his baby, his child marking you as a permanent belonging to Illumi himself.

It’s still mainly something he views as a tool for getting you to conceive, and he does right up until the moment he pushes past your soft, wet folds into your gummy, warm insides.

Suddenly, Illumi can’t help but sharply gasp, a startling look of honest to god emotion swirling in those bottomless depths of his eyes as he stares wildly down at you, shock and amazement at how wonderfully tight and warm and wet you feel wrapped around him.

He’s so, so very excited to learn that fornicating in fact feels good, that the mind-numbing pleasure that overtakes him with each drop of cum he sends shooting directly at your cervix is a byproduct of trying to get you pregnant.

And so, a monster is born the moment he fucks you for the first time – the realization doesn’t come lightly, but Illumi isn’t too bothered; you’re his sweet little wife after all, and isn’t it normal to want to be inside you at all times?

Isn’t it normal to be fucking you daily, not willing to end the night without a pool of off white, milky cum dripping onto the sheets between your thighs, your pussy not quite big enough to hold all that he has to offer?

He genuinely doesn’t see the problem, why he should tone down the frequency with which he takes you, why you're always telling him you're so sore from last night Illumi, please I don’t think I can take it again tonight.

He’s sympathetic, or at least as much as he can be, but all he’ll dignify your pleas with are a tilt of the head, a completely serious don’t you want to be pregnant? This is the only way, yes?

Then he's fiddling with his trousers, sliding them down toned, pale legs.

His drive goes from being nothing to absolutely sky rocketing all because of you, and really, shouldn’t you be proud? Shouldn’t you be flattered that Illumi Zoldyck, the assassin who feels nothing at all, wants so badly to fuck you, to be filling you with his cum again and again and again until you’re waddling around, his seed dripping down your thighs and sloshing around inside of you because he stuffed you so fucking full?

Shouldn’t you feel lucky that you make him horny, that you inspire such desperation to claim you from the inside?

Like many things in your relationship with Illumi, he has absolutely no concept of sexual boundaries, of lines he shouldn’t cross within the context of your body.

He’s genuinely of the belief that you belong to him, that you’re his wife, the future mother of his children, and as such your body belongs solely to him – every hair, mole, stretch mark, scar, birth mark, everything is owned by exclusively him, something that only he gets to touch and love and fuck.

And it’s only natural for him to start immediately trying once he gets his hands on you, right?

It’s only natural for him to pin you down the night of your forced marriage, to spread your legs and methodically push in, to fuck you as deeply as he can in order ensure the best chances of conception.

While he doesn’t particularly enjoy the sight of you in tears, your sobs filling the air between the two of you, it won’t deter Illumi from his goal. He will come inside you, fill up your womb with hot, potent cum until it’s leaking out of you whether you like it or not.

Though the second he sheathes himself fully inside for the first time, he falters slightly – if only because he did not expect for you to feel this good, to be this warm and wet and tight and so fucking perfect around him. He’s frozen for a few seconds, his lean form above you tensing up as his hips stutter, his eyebrows drawing together and upwards, lips parting as a small groan of your name tumbles past them.

In the span of those few seconds his dark, impossibly wide eyes are staring down into your own, wildly searching your gaze for something that even Illumi himself is unsure of.

You just feel so good, and while he normally has impeccable self-control, he can’t stop himself from suddenly plowing into you like a mad man, pummeling his hips into you hard enough to leave you sore for days. He ruts like an animal into you, the slapping of his balls rhythmically lulling you as slowly the pain morphs into pleasure.

His gaze never wavers from you – he’s watching every move you make, listening to every noise that slips past your lips, and as his release approaches, suddenly he’s fucking you even harder, determination to come inside you hitting him square in the chest and making him feverish.

His face is tinged just slightly red as he stares down at you, his mouth open as he lightly pants, a few drops of drool plopping onto your bouncing breasts, and suddenly the peak is reaching a high, the sporadic tightening of his balls becoming too much, too much too much –

He’s coming inside you with a small grunt, his entire body twitching as ropes of milky cum shoot into your used, battered cunt. Illumi is shocked, really, at how good you feel, and the moment that he pushes inside you for the first time your fate is sealed.

You will become Illumi’s personal cumdump, something he fucks on a daily basis without fail, though he likes to think of you as a bit more than just somewhere to stuff his cock.

You’re the future mother of his children, the woman with which he plans to keep by his side for the rest of his days.

Illumi quickly grows addicted to having your lovely little cunt wrapped around him, and lucky lucky you gets to have a fresh load of warm, sticky cum ready at will, supplied to you with the most eagerness you’ve ever seen out of the emotionless man.

I love you, his voice cracks slightly as his orgasm washes over him. Tell me you love me, tell me you want me as badly as I need you.

KINKS:

Breeding

It’s expected, in all honesty.

Illumi has been told and held to the expectation all his life that he’d eventually produce an heir for the Zoldyck family, that he’d be prolonging the bloodline and lineage by providing a few children of his own, and he fully intends to uphold this idea.

He will be getting you pregnant, fucking you over and over and filling you up with as much cum as he possibly can, if only because he wants to make absolute sure that in nine quick months you’ll be holding a small bundle in your arms, a familiar pair of dark eyes closed while the child nurses on you, Illumi standing by your side and watching his first born so lovingly be provided for by its mother.

It starts out as a devotion to his family, a promise of duty he finds no fault in, but the first time that Illumi pushes his way inside of you, your soft, warm, wet walls hugging him, clenching down on him hard enough to leave him genuinely breathless, suddenly Illumi’s concerns with fucking you, with getting you knocked up become important on a much more personal level.

All memories of his familial duty wash away as he plunges his hips into you again and again, his dark hair falling in waves around him as he stares down at you with an intensity that has you shivering in unease, the raw focus leaving you squirming as he fucks you hard enough to physically mold your cunt to the shape of his cock, if only temporarily.

Illumi quickly discovers that not only does he feel pressure to get you pregnant, but he wants to, as well, something endlessly puzzling to the assassin. Wanting is something he’s never really experienced, but each time he has you lay down onto your shared bed, your body completely nude while you obediently grasp the back of your knees and pull your thighs up to rest flush against your stomach and breasts, even he can’t deny the wave of lust rolling through him, the carnal urge to breed hitting him square in the chest and making him eagerly line up his drooling tip with your entrance, pushing in without a minute to spare.

He isn’t especially vocal during sex, instead much preferring to have your sounds and cries fill the room while he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. But as he gets closer and closer to his high, he slowly begins to lose his composure because fuck, how can anything feel this good?

It’s when he’s within a minute or so of coming that the dirty words might slip out – grunts and growls of how he’s going to fuck a baby into you, how he will get you pregnant, your stomach round and breasts swollen so everyone will know you’re mine.

His words themselves aren’t especially sexy, but while you may still be fighting him every time he pins you down and fucks you hard enough to leave you crying, even you have to admit that there’s something slightly attractive to hearing the normally so stoic and emotionally detached man’s voice crack slightly, a stutter in his hips as his voice runs high, the words clipped and intermixed with grunts and a groan or two, if it’s the second or third round.

You’ll hate yourself for it, but there’s a strange sense of pride that comes with knowing that you’re able to affect the infamous Illumi Zoldyck, that he’s exhaling sharply and humping you like a wild animal all because you feel good, all because his desire to pump you full of his cum and his children is enough to have him hurtling forward, chasing orgasm after orgasm.

And really, he will stop at absolutely nothing to make sure that his fantasy of knocking you up comes true, that his hard work and effort comes to fruition, and the moment you realize you’re expecting?

Well, Illumi wants to make sure you stay perfectly still, not moving a single inch so as to make sure the baby stays healthy and strong and perfect.

Though, there is a huge part of him that grows harder to ignore as time passes and your stomach grows rounder, your breasts growing heavier and starting to leak, that wants to pin you down and you fuck you until you’re screaming about how your cute little pussy belongs to him, that he owns you and the baby growing inside you and no one else will ever get to you touch you ever again.

You inspire such possessive, insatiable feelings within him, and while he’s normally a bit more subtle about his desires (that is, if you can call him watching you from the corner of the room every moment of every day subtle, if you count him constantly touching you and keeping a hand on your body discreet), the moment he’s buried himself inside of you, your fertile, warm, wet cunt milking him for all he’s worth, how is Illumi not supposed to give you every single drop of cum he possibly can, every ounce of pleasure he can possibly deliver?

His mask of careful numbness and stoicism slips when he’s coming inside you, when he’s sending spurt after spurt of warm, potent cum directly into your womb, his cock buried as far as possible inside you while his dark, intense eyes stare right into yours.

He's panting and groaning and whispering how you’ll be such a good mother, my wife, the sound ringing in your ears, playing like a broken record as he stuffs pillow under your lower back and ass.

He's careful to prop your hips up to keep everything inside, forcing you to stay in the position for hours as his cum slowly seeps into every nook and cranny of your pussy, coating everything in a thin layer of white, a thin layer of total ownership, something that your baby bump will only further.

Praise

Illumi isn’t especially vocal in between the sheets.

(The first few times he’d fucked you, the silence had been nearly unbearable – just the sound of his balls clapping against your ass, the squelching noises as he sinks in and out of you, the little whimpers and gasps and sobs from you as his dark hair brushes over your shoulders, his face mere inches above you.)

He’s quiet, save for the few moments right before he comes, though he quickly learns that while silence is fine and he doesn’t feel a single trace of the awkwardness practically eating you alive, the moment you start moaning?

When you start letting out little whines of his name, your teary eyes squeezing shut as your mouth opens into that pretty little ‘o’, he’s frozen for a moment, honestly a bit confused at why you’re suddenly making noise.

It’s not that he doesn’t like it – on the contrary, there’s a part of him that loves to see you so affected by him, to know that it’s Illumi himself making you cry out and whine and bite your lip hard enough to leave it swollen and puffy.

And when, one day as he’s pushing your knees up to your ears and pounding into you fast enough to have your breasts bouncing in every direction, as you wantonly cry out ngh, there – there Illumi please, feels so good! it’s like there’s suddenly a switch being flipped, a sudden urge eating away at him to hear more more more because fuck it all if you don’t sound fucking perfect moaning his name like that.

He likes to know that what he’s doing to you feels good, that he’s servicing you as he should, that you’re happy with him.

It’s such a foreign idea, but with the way that all the emotion he feels – what little that is – feels overwhelming in the moment, the love and adoration and lust for you potent enough to be physically felt, he finds that he doesn’t care, that all he can focus on is making you come around his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

He quickly learns to love hearing your praise, hearing you call out various encouragements, strangled moans and pleas for him to go harder, faster, deeper, anything at all.

And while he’s normally a control freak with you, desperate to be in charge of every possible little thing, he genuinely can’t deny himself when you’re begging so prettily, when you’re looking up at him through teary, hazy eyes, your mouth open wide as you gasp.

He can’t stop himself from wanting to see the way pleasure engulfs your expression when you come, how your body convulses and your walls flutter around him, and when you’re chanting out incoherent yes's and other affirmations of how good he’s making you feel, how can Illumi not take pride on how he’s turning you into jelly?

It stems from his lack of being praised all throughout his childhood and life up until you showed up – he’s so unused to being told he’s doing a good job, getting validation for his effort and skill. And once you start regularly giving it to him, especially during something as intimate as sex, Illumi is honestly hooked.

Not only does his cock swell when you tell him that it’s so good, gonna come ‘Lumi, you’re gonna make me come – but his heart does as well.

He feels most loved in these moments, in these moments where it’s so plainly clear how well he treats you, how he takes such good care of you, and he will be using your tendency to praise him to his absolute advantage.

You’re acting like a spoiled brat and throwing a tantrum because he hasn’t let you outside for a few months?

Well, don’t you remember who begged for him like a whore last night, who told him his cock was all you’ll ever need?

He’s throwing your words back at you, making sure you understand that each and every praise you give him, every affirmation of how he makes you feel so good is interpreted as so much more than just between the sheets.

Obviously you’re telling him, in your own stubborn way, that you love him as well, that you’re happy with him.

And really, at his core, that’s what Illumi wants – to own you and to make you so fucking happy.

Marking

He's possessive.

There’s no two ways about it – Illumi firmly and wholeheartedly believes that you’re his, that you’re his property and his to do whatever he pleases with.

And while he’s sure his family will recognize this and – for the most part – respect it, there’s still a part of Illumi that has to make absolutely sure that there’s no possibly way that anyone could ever mistake it, that anyone could ever confuse you as being anything other than his wife, his lover, his his his.

And while he’s sure to show this in other ways, one of his favorites is to leave you absolutely covered in his marks in the bedroom.

He’s never really understood the point of kissing. (And honestly he mostly does it to indulge you, despite you never once claiming you wanted it – who would want cold, frozen lips pressed against yours for near on two minutes while wide, dark eyes bore into yours form less than an inch away?)

He doesn't really understand hickeys either, but the first time he starts kissing your neck and accidentally sucks too hard, Illumi is absolutely giddy.

Seeing your skin bruise because of his lips and tongue helps to quell the possessive fire raging inside of him every time he so much as even thinks of the idea of another man looking at you, and the way you shiver and gasp as he kisses your neck and shoulders, the startling juxtaposition of his cold lips and warm tongue?

Well, Illumi is normally not one to be swayed by the reactions and desires of others, but there’s just something in him, some primal urge that he can’t fight that tells him to keep going, to pull more of those little whimpers and trembles out of you, to keep marking you up as his territory, as something that belongs completely and solely to Illumi Zoldyck.

He’s littering every square inch of your body with hickeys, making sure to leave a variety of sizes and intensities, just to make sure that there’s absolutely no chance of them being misinterpreted.

And after receiving a few tips for how to make you enjoy sex between the two of you more (a topic that Illumi, surprisingly, brought up, if only because he’s heard that female pleasure helps bring about successful conception more efficiently), Illumi decides that he should try and kiss you more while he’s inside of you.

He decides that he should lick and suck at your neck while his cock stretches out your cute little cunt, dragging against your walls in such a way that you can feel every single ridge and vein. And the moment Illumi finds your sweet spot?

Well, it’s honestly over for you – the second your breathing gets even a bit heavier, the smallest of pleasured hums tumbling past your lips, immediately Illumi is mercilessly attacking the area, leaving your skin purple and sore as his grip on your grows tighter, his desperation to make you come nearly tangible.

Really, Illumi is a possessive man, and if you want to keep him happy and satisfied, just let him mark you up – let him suck hickey after hickey against your skin, endure the disgusting way his tongue lolls against you, his lips smacking and circling around your vulnerable skin like some sort of predator.

It’s odd and a behavior you’d never expect from Illumi, but if you ever ask him why he seems to like it so much, he’ll just turn to you and say, doesn’t everyone like marking what’s theirs?

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Face Fucking

Illumi has never quite understood the reasoning behind oral sex.

To him, it’s just never made sense; isn’t the point of intimacy and sex for reproduction? The mouth has no part to play in impregnation, so why is it something that people do?

It’s just a whole question of confusion for Illumi, something that he deems useless and therefore not worth the time thinking about, but the moment you kneel down in front of him and paw at his trousers, he decides to maybe give it a chance, just to see what everyone seems to love about it so much.

It’s not like you want to suck him off – you’re just so scared of him, so nervous to displease him (and the pins he keeps on him most of the day do very little to dispel this fear) that it forces you to tug his trousers and boxers down, giving him a few steady pumps as you mentally prepare to likely choke on his cock.

And the second that your tongue licks a strip up his underside, following a prominent vein?

Well, Illumi can’t help but inhale sharply eyes closing briefly to let the new sensation wash over him.

But oh - oh, when you take the very tip into your mouth, lips softly wrapped around the base of his head, your tongue darting out to lick at his slit and catch every drop of precum?

Well, Illumi isn’t one to lose control easily, but when he bucks his hips with a small grunt, he can’t help the way his length sinks inside your mouth, how his tip bumps against the back of your throat while you gag and choke, tears stinging at your eyes. 

He’s grabbing your hair and forcing you to stay still as he moves his hips in and out, in and out, in and out until his balls are clapping loudly against your chin, the need to breath overwhelming while he throws his head back and whispers your name. 

He grows to love getting head from you (though it’s much more of him just using your mouth rather than you really having a major role), but Illumi will never ever come in your mouth or down your throat - how could he waste a perfectly good load of cum to anywhere but your pussy?

Every drop must wind up between your legs, so as he sharply pulls out of your mouth, leaving you to sputter and cough, he pushes you forward and gets behind you, giving himself a good few pumps before plunging into you and sending rope after rope of sticky white inside. 

It’s euphoric in a sense to him, something he ends up loving, and so by panicking and giving him what you thought would be a one time blowjob, you’ve essentially unleashed the monster that is Illumi with your mouth.

But how can he fight it, when you look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around his swollen cock, your eyes teary and your hand covering all the area you can’t quite fit inside? 

He can’t.

Overstimulation

Illumi doesn’t mean to overstimulate you, but it’s something that frequently happens between the both of you in the bedroom.

He’s a trained assassin, someone with incredible amounts of drive and focus, and when his immense stamina is thrown into the mix along with his obsession with coming inside of you?

Well, it’s a recipe for at least two hours of straight fucking, and Illumi learns very quickly exactly how to make you feel good.

(Though most of that is through asking his father, because ‘it could increases the chances of conception - so, what exactly is a clitoris, father?’.)

His fingers are constantly rubbing small circles against your clit, his mouth attacking your neck and shoulders, even coming down to suck a nipple if he’s feeling especially lost in the moment. 

It’s strange to see him so cognizant of your pleasure considering his perceived indifference to most other emotions you experience, but Illumi makes absolutely sure that each time he comes, you’ve come at least once before.

Naturally, this leads five, six, seven orgasms a night for you, the stream of pleasure never ending and bordering painful as he just keeps going and going and going.

It gets to the point where you’re sobbing, scratching at his back and too fucked out to say anything but his name and little whimpers as his onslaught on your body never stops, the pool of cum staining the bedsheet below you growing larger and the larger the more he fucks it back inside of you. 

And while he doesn’t particularly like the way you whimper out please, please Illumi no more, I can’t!, the drive to see you pregnant and swollen with his child is just too much for him to ignore, too strong for him to consider pulling out. 

And, of course, the faces you make when he fucks you just right are something Illumi never grows tired of seeing - the ecstasy written across your features, the way your mouth falls open, your brows pulling together and your head thrown back...

The knowledge that it's all because of him - that he's the only one on your mind...

It’s a sight for sore eyes, and one Illumi plans to see at least five times a day - he just loves you so much, and doesn’t it show through his dedication to make you come, to make you scream his name for the entire Zoldyck mansion to hear? 

BIGGEST FANTASY:

Illumi really, really wants to get you pregnant. It’s a mixture of the familial duty weighing down on him along with his honest to god desperation to fill you full of his cum, to stuff you so full of his cock so often that your body swells and plumps up all because of him.

He wants to see the way your body changes, how your stomach grows rounder and your breasts heavier, how you become more and more dependent on him until you’re forced into bedrest, too close to your due date to do anything without his assistance.

It’s a dream come true, something that Illumi actually finds himself wanting, as foreign as the concept is.

And his family wants it too – Illumi knows this, the daily comments from his father about whether you’re with child yet? Are you properly breeding her, Illu? You must produce an air, making it more than clear exactly what the expectations are.

And Illumi wants to make his father proud, to make the family happy with his progress with you – which is why Illumi really, really wants to fuck you in front of them.

He wants to show them exactly how he stuffs you full of his cum every night, rolling his hips into yours slowly and steadily to push every drop as deeply inside you as possible.

He wants to show them how your sweet little pussy is leaking all over the bedsheets, a stead dribble of white from between your legs as he robotically holds you against his chest.

He wants to show them how your body convulses when you come, your muscles twitching and your face screwing up and pleasure, your cries all high and desperate and all for him.

It’s the ultimate fantasy to him, and Illumi will force you into it, whether you want it or not. It’s just so romantic, isn’t it, to be watched by the people he values most as he fucks a baby into the person he loves the most?

“Remember Illu, it’s not a race. It takes time.” Silva’s voice sounds around the room, making you shiver and stare at Illumi in confusion, watching as he only nods towards his father, before turning towards you.

              You weren’t sure what you expected to find when your husband brought you into the larger spare bedroom for tonight, his words an ominous ‘I have something new planned’, but you most certainly weren’t expecting to see the entirety of the Zoldycks present with the exception of Alluka and Killua, lounging about in overstuffed, soft padded chairs at the edges of the room. The large, four poster bed sat in the middle of the semi circle they’d formed into, the satin maroon sheets pristinely pressed and tucked in to look flawless – if you hadn’t been as nervous and scared as you were in the moment, you would’ve found the sight inexplicably satisfying.

              “C’mon, we don’t have all day big bro.” Milluki rolled his eyes, tapping his finger impatiently against the black leather cushions of the loveseat he was perched on. Your brows furrowed, hands coming up to your chest as you implored Illumi to explain with your eyes.

              As an answer, he merely strode over to you, placing a cold hand against your thinly clothed shoulder, a small quirk of his lips playing as he murmured to you, “Well love, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you strip and let me show my family how properly I breed you?”

              The air felt punched out of your lungs, eyes going impossibly wide at the implications of his words. You were supposed to be fucking, all while his parents and siblings watched from a few feet away? All to make sure that he was doing it thoroughly enough to knock you up?

              Bile rose up the back of your throat.

              At your frozen state, Illumi’s smile dropped slightly, his fingers tightening their hold against your shoulder. “Don’t worry my dear, just pretend as if they aren’t here. Now, strip.”

              And if the months of captivity and the splatters of blood you’ve seen across his clothing have taught you anything, it’s to follow exactly what Illumi Zoldyck says, no matter how much it makes you feel like crying. With nimble fingers you tug your shirt off, Illumi’s instance of you never wearing a bra around the Zoldyck estate (for comfort, he’d said, and you must get used to quick access for when our child eventually comes along) making your nipples perk up in the freezing air of the bedroom.

              You can see Milluki lick his lips from the corner of your eye, your gaze fluttering closed immediately after to stifle the tears threatening to well up.

              Your pants come next, followed quickly by the panties that Illumi insists you wear (mostly silk numbers, varying shades of jewel tones with a cute little bow in the front – you’re like a gift all for him to open and enjoy, as he says), leaving you completely naked as Illumi hums in approval.

              “On the bed dear, you know the way I like it.” His words are calm, but you’ve known him long enough to know that the slight lull upwards betrays his excitement, as if his pants and the furiously hard cock straining against them weren’t enough of a clue.

              With a gulp and a mental chant of ‘just do it, don’t fight it’ running through your mind, you clamber onto the bed, sitting up near the pillows and tucking your knees to your chest, watching as Illumi quickly strips himself bare. Kalluto’s eyes briefly wander down his brother’s body, clear curiosity swimming in them – you don’t necessarily blame him; the rock hard erection standing up against his stomach, with its tip bright red and leaking and the prominent vein running along the underside eye catching even to you.

              Illumi’s dark hair flows over his shoulders as he comes to stand at the edge, giving his cock a few idle pumps as he stares down at your seated figure. “You know this isn’t what I meant. Now, be good for your family and show them how I fuck you.”

              With a small hiss of air through your teeth, you reluctantly do as he says – moving onto your back, head resting against the pillows as you slowly loop your arms under the back of your knees, bringing them up to press against your shivering breasts. The position leaves your cunt bare and on display to the members of his family present, the angle both humiliating and disgusting as you hear Silva hum.

              “Oh Illumi dear, why don’t you have her shave? It’s hideous – look at the hair! Disgraceful, you shouldn’t have to touch such filth –“ Kikyo raves, waving her arms around in distaste as she gazes upon the tufts of hair growing from around your pert little hole, but Zeno sends her a sharp look, making her immediately shut her mouth, scowl and cross her arms.

              “Let the boy do what he will. If he enjoys her this way, your nonsensical opinions shouldn’t deter him.”

              You cringe at the mixture of Illumi moving to hover over you and the way his family speaks as if you weren’t there, as if you were nothing more than a pet. A cold palm presses against your cheek, making you peel your eyes open to stare up at the wide, dark gaze of Illumi, mere inches from your face.

              “Are you ready, my love?” He asks, making you mentally scoff. As if he’d care whether you were or not – not when his family’s stares weighed heavily upon the both of you.

              Gulping, you nodded, moving to tighten your grip behind your knees as he guided his tip against your clenching hole.

              “Go slow, Illumi. Let her get used to you first.” Comes Silva’s voice, steady and calm, only to immediately be juxtaposed by Milluki’s overly excited, over eager one.

              “Fuck that, make her scream! I wanna see her cry!” Illumi’s face visibly hardens at that, anger swimming in his eyes as he gently pushes in, sucking the air right out of your lungs at the stretch.

              He’s not especially big, but you feel as if you’re being split open with the way he drags against your walls, the length seemingly never ending as it just keeps coming and coming and coming.

              A soft gasp tears past his lips, just as it always does each time he slips into your wetness, and you peek up at him through your clenched eyes to see the way his brows tug together ever so slightly, lips parted while he stares down at you.

              He stills as he bottoms out, despite the irritated comments of his younger brother, and he takes the moment to cup your cheek once more and place a chaste kiss against your lips. “Let’s begin. I do apologize now, my love, because tonight I’ll need to be extra aggressive – you understand, surely.”

              And with that, suddenly his hips are moving at a lightning quick speed, pounding into you with such fervor that the sound of his balls clapping against your ass never seems to end. The lewd squelching noises fill the air as you writhe and cry out, your body slowly growing used to the blinding pace as Illumi stutters a groan and buries his face into your neck.

              Kikyo is cheering, clapping her hands together and singing praises of how her eldest is ‘so capable, a perfect example of a Zoldyck’, Zeno merely watching in silence, Silva making small comments here and there guiding Illumi to rub at your clit, to make sure that you come as well because the chance of conception will increase.

              Kalluto is mostly silent, just watching with wide eyes, while Milluki spews comments and commands about how Illumi should go faster, harder, make your tits bounce and make you squirt.

              All the while, Illumi’s hips smack into yours again and again, his pace consistent as he follows his father’s advice and nimbly rubs shapes against your clit, spelling out his name while his lips lightly suck at your neck and shoulder. He’s pushed your legs up in such a way that his family behind him has a perfect view of his cock slipping inside of you, of his balls ruthlessly clapping against you as you steadily come closer and closer, despite the acute feeling of being watched.

              And as Illumi groans and clenches his fist against the pillow under your head, suddenly Milluki is clamboring to his feet, followed by Silva as they approach either side of the bed. Silva’s eyes are cold, staring down at you while he watches his son rearrange your guts, fucking into you hard enough to leave you sore and disoriented. His arms are crossed, every emotion wiped from his face as Illumi’s hips lightly stutter, the labored breaths in your ear telling you that he’s close.

              Milluki, meanwhile, is leaning in as close as he can, dark eyes narrowed in on the way your breasts bounce at the force of his thrusts, the way your mouth gapes open like a fish as you moan and come around Illumi’s cock. He’s shameless, the way his hand comes down to palm and grip at his clothed erection, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as Illumi fucks you past your state of oversensitivity.

              “I-illumi I -hngh, oh god –“ You’re babbling, back arching as he gives a few final thrusts, each accentuated with a sharp exhale of breath, before suddenly spurts of warm, sticky cum are shot into you, his cock nestled as deeply as it can while he pulls back to look at you, his wide eyes swirling with a strange sort of desperation as they gaze at you.

              You’re breathing hard, chest heaving as you get caught in the intensity of his gaze, but the sudden sound of clapping draws you out of it. Your wild eyes dart to the side to see that Zeno has joined Silva, staring down at the both of you with a smirk. Illumi makes no point to turn his head, but you can feel the way his body tenses, his fist dangerously close to crushing you along with the pillow in his grasp.

              “Well done, well done. I’m sure we can expect a new heir in nine months.” He praises, and you watch as Illumi relaxes slightly, only to bring a finger up to softly boop your nose, an action that has you blinking in confusion at his sudden softness.

              “Now, do it again.” Zeno commands, watching the way your eyes widen and Illumi straightens his back, preparing himself to once again pound you into dust.

              But as his hips begin moving once more, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “You did well, I’m proud of you my love. I too hope that this is the round that will finally give you my child.”

              And as the hours pass by, the critiques and tips from various members of his family flowing through your ears, all you can do is focus on the unblinking intensity of Illumi’s eyes. The loads of cum stuffing your cunt full drip onto the sheets below you as your thighs ache and cramp, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when you’re coming over and over against his cock.

              And Illumi can’t help but think that you’re absolutely beautiful like this – fucked out and drunk on his cock, plugged full of his cock and his cum, all with his family witnessing. He’s proud of you, truly – proud of what a good little wife you are, proud of how he’s absolutely sure that you’ll be growing round with his baby in no time.

              After all, he’d stuff you just as full tomorrow night, and the night after that. Anything to prove that you’re his, and that he can breed you like a Zoldyck should. 

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