#illumi drabbles

[kentofication]

🔍︎ — illumi zoldyck ✰ fem!reader

♯ — illumi coming home after a long mission.

∎ — 0.4k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — watching hxh for the 8th time again and something sparked inside of me to write this. so yeah, enjoy.

it’s been a long time. days, weeks, hell even months since you’ve seen your boyfriend. you were growing impatient from wanting to hear that familiar knock on your apartment door for so long. that knock you’ve longed to hear for months—you don’t even know the duration yourself. 

you started to bore yourself from watching the door for so long. it was almost like he had another mission to fulfill, but he didn’t have time to tell you. the thing is, he’s always told you when he had to fill out a mission. 

deep down, your boyfriend—illumi zoldyck—cared about you deeply. even though he has a smooth and un-careable exterior, inside he has this little garden that surrounds his heart for you. 

so when you heard that one familiar knock on your apartment door you knew from heart, and when you saw that knob twitch until it was fully turned, when you saw that crack in the door and sunlight bleeding through into your hardwood floor. 

you quickly rushed to the door and embraced in illumi's warmth—well, normally coldness but since it was so warm outside he must’ve got infected by the sunlight. 

you started to cry a little bit, staining your tears on illumi’s normal uniform. the front of his needles started to make their way into your own flesh. even though it was the blunt side, illumi took notice of this and quickly removed you from his grasp. 

you peered your eyes at him, while his dark bug-liked eyes looked at yours. he quickly caught your lips between his, tongue quickly exploring your mouth as he made his way into your shared apartment.

“missed you so much, illu.” you managed to gasp out. he let out a small hum before ending his assault on your lips. “‘m sorry.” he mumbled out, burying his face between the crook of your neck, leaving a few kisses there. “sorry for being gone for so long.”

you combed through illumi’s hair as he went on his rant about him being sorry for not being in your presence for so long. “‘s okay illumi. i forgive you. i’m just glad your home safe and uninjured.” 

you felt illumi’s rare smile melt itself into your shoulder. 

“do you need anything right now?” you questioned, still combing your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. he let out a low groan from your movements as he responded with, “i just need you right now.” 

“only you.”

2023 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

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The word 'obsession' is a mild word if it's referring to him but it's the only word that can describe what he feels on an everyday basis. What he feels is beyond worldly tags on feelings and emotions, words are just words afterall and words always falls short.

He loves, he hates, he adores, he loathes, he swoons, he has the very impulsive thought of killing you with his own hands while he watches the life leave your eyes, he wants to hold you close and never want to see the light burn out in your eyes, he doesn't know what he wants when it comes to you but in the end, it's all words- he'll truly never be able to tell you how he feels.

Despite the constant conflict of emotions in him, he never thought of letting you go. That's not even a choice, the words itself has a meaning in his dictionary, sure but when it comes together? It's a sham of a word, a phrase to be precise, a crude mockery to be exact. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense nor should it make sense because why would he ever do that? He loves you, He hates you.

It's confusing really, he loves you to the point that he can kill you. Obsession? A mild word as stated before, the want on keeping you locked up all for him is always in conflict with the want on taking you around the world and spoiling you rotten, allowing you to be free and flourish rather than caged and wither but- there will always be a 'but' since all he wants is to do both, the former and the latter. Both sounds so good, he can't really decide. Until then, you can live your life without the knowledge of turmoil in him, enjoy it while you can.

But maybe one day, he'll finally snap. Snap and make his final decision on what he wants to do with you and your life, make the final decision on how you're gonna spend the rest of your life or maybe he'll come to a realization, the truth of it all in a poetic sense.

He hates the fact that he loves you or he loves the fact that you hate him, No in-between.

He loves you enough to possibly kill you. A bad ending of a sort or a mercy in a twisted sort of way, It's all upto you in the end.

Love could kill? Words always falls short but for him, those three words means more to him than 'I love you' or any of those other 3 words squashed together to make a phrase. Love can kill and it means literally but only if you're referring to him, that is.

He just loves you enough to kill you.

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Characters when they go Yandere! Lol? I felt poetic and a tad bit lazy to write anything else.

Applies to :

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Dabi, Nagumo, L

Im out of characters but who do you think this could apply to?

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[narrators-journal]

Which physical traits would hxh adult trio, and fetain, and main four (grown up, and if you can add them) like on their S/O?

I, straight up cannot think of shit in the way of strict details. So, I hope these answer well enough. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for being so patient with the answer to this.

Illumi Zoldyck

Out of everyon on this list, Illumi would have the strictest expectations for his future wife. Strong nen abilities are at the top of that list, but on a purely physical level, Illumi’d prefer a soft, feminine figure. Breeding is at the top of his priorities as Killua has shown no interest in letting them near any future children and Illumi’s the eldest. Meaning, wide, healthy hips and a full chest would be his top priority. Likely with a taste for darker, longer hair, he all around prefers his wifely options to be feminine in personality and body.

Chrollo Lucifer

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Chrollo likely cares the least about the physical appearance of his partners. He prefers to prioritize less shallow things, like a brilliant and cunning mind, a selfless streak, good heart, or useful abilities of any sort. But, as someone who grew up in a rougher area, I do feel like he’d be attracted to stable bodies. No one too flashy, but someone with a bit of weight to prove they’re able to take good care of themselves, a sign of financial security, who might have a bit of muscle and can handle themselves.

Hisoka Morrow

Hisoka, meanwhile, is neither picky, nor carefree about what his partner looks like. He doesn’t care for gender, or about chisled, defined muscles or height. Yet, his dream partner is someone with a fair share of muscle on their body. He wants a powerful lover, so he wants someone who takes good care of their body. Toned is the best description for the physical traits he looks for. He wants to see abs and powerful muscles when his partner flexes. He wants them sturdy, and able to take a hit, no toothpick elves for him. Those types are fun, as are the curvascious femmes and top heavy doritos, but he wants a well rounded lover. Strong legs, a tight torso, and powerful arms.

Feitan

Feitan is a sadist, he’s not picky so long as his sadism is met. That being said, his crème de la crème of physical looks is someone on the softer side. Not weak and pathetic, he does enjoy a fight to really fuel the sadism. But, someone with plenty of body to bite, cut, and dig into. The extra weight, in his head, ensures he can cut just a little deeper. Bruise a little darker with less fear of damaging the internals too bad. Is that mindset true? I dunno, but he’d probably think that way.

Leorio Paradinight

Leorio is the hardest one here to guess on what type he’d like. He cares the least about physical looks, he only wants a smart, ambitious partner who knows what they want and is striving to get it. He wants someone on an even footing with him in his goal to become a doctor. Weight, height, hair color, skin color, nothing like that matters to him. Have a good personality and the drive to chase your dreams into reality, and he’s smitten.

Kurapika Kurta

Like Leorio, Kurapika looks more into personality and morals then physical looks. Yet, unlike Leorio, he does have a favorite in terms of looks. If he had it his way, he seems like he’d like a partner with lighter, longer hair. He would like a softer partner, no one out and about to cause trouble, a softer place to turn to when he struggles or faces down a challenging mission for the hunters.

Gon

Gon gave no shits about physical looks in childhood, he has zero care for it in his adulthood. He just wants someone able to keep up with him and match his energy. So, someone with an active, leaner body, with muscles and stamina and low maintenance hair. He’s an active man, running around exploring and fighting, he’d like someone who can match that without caring for long hair or a few scrapes.

Killua Zoldyck

Killua gives no thought to appearance out of spite. His family claims to not be snooty on appearance, but they have high expectations for any of their kids’ partners, so Killua refuses to look at such shallow details. Chubby? Muscular? Tall? Thin? He doesn’t care. So long as his partner isn’t vain and annoying, he couldn’t care less. Save for the small things, like him not particularly liking dark haired partners due to how they look too similar to his family. It’s not like he particularly wants kids though, so he has no reason to worry about them ‘fitting in’ with his family.

[rotyoursoul]

Imagine

Illumi’s feelings for his unyielding (captive) darling have become taxing. Thankfully, he is a problem solver. [TW: YANDERE themes / Minors DNI]

“So, which will it be, death or needle? I would make your death painless but I cannot guarantee the same with my needle.”

Your mouth is sealed shut and has been this way for a while as Illumi tried to coax an answer from you.

“I can help you decide if you’d like. I, personally, would prefer the needle. Your death would leave me… empty, but without distraction. The needle would allow you and I to coexist. However, I can see how this option may not appeal to you.”

After a another beat, you pick before he can choose for you. At least you’d have one last round of autonomy before the needle was nestled into your skull.

“Perfect.” He concludes, all business. “Yes, my apologies. This may hurt but not for very long.”

[delusional1sworld]

His Sweetheart

Unexpectedly, you run into a childhood friend, Hisoka, who you haven’t see in about a decade.

Part 2 Here ♡

You had to stop Illumi.

Wind whistled past your ears as you dashed away from the Zoldyck residence. Grey clouds were forming, rain wasn’t far away. The recent events of the Chimera ants and Gon whirled around in your head.

With Gon being on his deathbed and Alluka finally leaving the Zoldyck residence , Killua’s plan was clear. However, you weren’t opposed. You’ve already witnessed Killua and Nanika’s relationship in action and understood their dynamic. His wish would have no drastic consequences. Furthermore you’ve met Gon during the Hunter exam, he was a sweet kid, truly a good friend to Killua. You’d be damned if you let Illumi ruin this for Killua again.

As you picked up your pace, you felt a slight presence about 500ft away. There was someone following you.

Shit. How long have they been behind me.

You began weaving between the trees as you try to find the exact location of the person. They couldn’t be in front as you felt the distance remain constant-

The hair on the back of your neck stood up. Immediately, you sidestepped the objects flying your way. They impaled the tree beside you. Glancing to the tree, you see two playing cards sticking out from the trunk.

Interesting…

Squinting, you survey the area in front of you. A 6’2, red-haired man emerged from the shadows. His face was decorated with a painted star and teardrop. Slowly, his mouth formed an erotic smile as his golden eyes met yours.

“It’s been a while sweetheart ♡”

[tickling-giggles]

Hello! I was the one who sent that last ask (meant to say accounts not bliss idk why it autocorrected to that) and that’s so great! So if it’s not against your rules may I request ler illumi with a lee younger sister reader? Not too much younger, like only three years? So they’re both adults :D Thank you, I love your work!

You’re still the same

Summary: Illumi is helping you move into your apartment and he brings up some of his your favorite memories together. You explain how you’re 22 now and not a little girl anymore but Illumi has ways to prove other wise.

Fem!reader (little sister) no weird stuff just sibling love. There also is a wee bit of swearing

A/n: first one of the day 🌟(this is probably so freaking terriblezzz) Gon x Killua are mentioned. I tried giving Illumi a little flavor

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“Do you need any assistance?” Illumi asked as he saw you struggling with a huge mirror. “I got it Ill” you simply responded as you almost break the mirror. “You know I’m here to hel—“ he was about to remind you for the MILLIONTH time before you cut him off “yes yes Ill I know you’re here to help your sister whenever with whatever but I got it” you sighed, laughing to yourself as you looked around to see what else needs to be done. “You forgot the little infront of sister.” He said just to be an ass.

“I’m only three years younger shut up plus I am 22 years old now technically 23 sine my birthday is next month” you lightly hit his arm as you crossed arm side-eying him with a grin on your face. “Still little not only in age but in size too Kil may be taller than you” he raised a brow as he scoffed. “You’re still my little sister at the end of the day plus it’s not like I’m calling you my baby sister so you’re okay.”

“Okay but like it sounds like we’re 12 and 15” you looked at him. “You remember at school when you tripped that one kid and he fell down the stairs but only his arm broke from the fall” Illumi chuckled at bit bringing up old memories. “Oh my gosh yes he had it coming he was so annoying” you shrugged your shoulders smiling. “You remember when you dislocated the chimera ant’s shoulder” he brought up. “Can you believe I was only 4 when I did that” you smiled. “Not to brag but I taught you that when you were 3” he said as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

“No need to gloat there bucko” you chuckled. “See I taught my little sister so much” he patted your head before you swatted his hand and point at him. “I am 22! I’m not little I am an adult and how dare you pat my head.”you dramatically acted shocked.“Look at you trying so hard to be so proper that adorable I should tell mom.”Illumi teased. “Actually I am an adult adorable is not in my vocabulary and you should start acting your age too” you sassed him.

“Oh I’ll act my age like the annoying 15 year old brother I can be” he raised his eyebrows popping his knuckles. “You threatening me?… Wait! Illumi no don’t fucking do it” you point at him slowly backing away. “Do what y/n? Tickle you?” He asked in a sly tone as he inch towards you. “Yehes exactly that” you giggled as you tried to make a run for it. He swiftly grabbed your wrist pinning you onto the sofa. “I’ve been a big brother for how many years 22 I knew you were try to make a run for it” he scoffed.

“Would you like to change your mind? Hint hint this is your last chance” illumi asked. “Fuhuhuck off” you giggled anticipating. “No wonder we’re Kil gets it from learned from his bad mouth sister” he chuckled a bit as he poked at your sides.

“Yohohou’re such ahahan ass hahaha” you giggled. “So what you are too” he sassed pinching your sides. “Someone is quite squirmy today” he teased acting clueless. “Yohohou’re literally tihihickling me”

“Oh I am?! I didn’t even notice” he acted surprised.

“Wehehehehe are lihihihuterally aduhuhults and yohohou’re tickling mehehehehe like a frehehheheaking kid” you laugh as you weakly push at his hands as he gotten closer and closer to your armpits. “I wouldn’t care if we were 75 and 72 uh oh someone is getting a bit squeaky” he scoffed as he teased. “Ihihi am nohohohot”

“You are so stubborn you know none of this would be happening right now if you just accepted you’re my little sister” Illumi explained finally reaching your armpit. IHIHILLUMEHEHEHEHEHEE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHUT”

“OHOHOHKAHAHAY ILLUMEHEHEHEHE IHIHIM STIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOHOUR LITTLE SISTERAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” You squealed as you gave in slapping the floor. “And don’t forget it” he said as he stopped the tickles. “You’re still a teen ya’know you may legally be an adult doesn’t mean you have to immediately start acting like one” he told you.

“My god you’re acting like she’s going mars for the rest of eternity” Killua exaggerated rolling his eyes. “I can give you this treatment too Kil” Illumi said with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Yohou’re one to tahahalk didn’t mom say you were bawling your eyes out when you first found out I was moving” you laughed as you teased him.

“Anywayssssss mom wants us all back for dinner” he side-eyed you with a faint blush, as he put his hands in his pockets. “Are you bringing your boyfriend?” Illumi teased as he smirked a tiny bit. “I—WH—HE— SHUT UP!!” Killua stuttered blushing even more as he slammed the door “HURRY UP!!”.

“Come on before he starts whining and pouting” you rolled your eyes as you got up.

[toxxicwrites]

Requests!!

Looking for some writing ideas, so give me some prompts or hc anything really!! i will finish the illumi one... eventually

[we-are-so-close]

Good morning/evening dear

hope u doing well💕. for ur game, can i have number 8 with the letter i?

thank you so much

One thing you hadn't gotten used to yet was the loneliness. Even with people around, you didn't feel whole when Illumi was away. He was away more often than not, as it was part of the family business. And that was made abundantly clear to you when you first joined the Zoldyck family.

"So soon? But you just got back yesterday," you all but pouted. You knew that it was useless. You had never been able to persuade Illumi to stay a little longer or come home any sooner.

"I know it's short, but this one shouldn't be too long. Three days, tops."

"Then can I come with you?"

A faint smile appeared on his face. "You're more useful here," he said as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "Besides, I think Mother has taken a liking to you. She wants to meet with you in the garden tomorrow morning."

You froze up a little. Kiyoko did not like you. She just knew that she could get away with torturing you when Illumi was away, and she knew that you wouldn't dare say anything either. 'Tough love' she called it. She didn't find you worthy of Illumi and she was determined to make sure you knew it every chance she got.

"You do as Mother says, and I'll be sure to reward you when I get back."

"Of course, my love," you responded.

He gave you a short kiss goodbye and smiled as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"Make me proud," he patted your head.

"Of course, my love," was all you could respond as you watched him walk out of the room once more.

[ghxstic]

hihi!! if you’re up to it, could you do a drabble of illumi fucking the reader doggystyle in front of a mirror???

tysm

yes ofc ! ! since it's a drabble, i made it rlly fast ! ! illumi brainrot, i saw this and the gears in my silly lil head started turning <3

cw. hair pulling, mirror sex, breeding.

loud moans left your lips, cries of pleasure slipping past your lips without any restraint. you felt so good, that your reflection was the least of your concerns.

your upper body was down, your back arching to have your ass raised in the air. where two larger hands held the plush skin of your ass harshly, his nails digging on your skin. illumi, your husband, kept pushing his hips against yours, over and over again. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, as well as the squelches of your sopping cunt, your hole was practically weeping around him. slick, warm, and welcoming, it made it hard to stay controlled.

"i—illu—! feels so good..!" you mewled, pressing your head down, the pleasure that swirled through you making it hard to stay focused on the mirror. illumi stared at you through the glass, his pale cheeks were flushed a slight shade of pink, his long hair framed his face so nicely, bringing out his eyes. his skin glistened, a thin sheet of sweat covering him. he moved one of his hands, his slender fingers tangling themselves in between your hair, with a harsh tug he pulled your head back, forcing you to stare at yourself.

"don't look away, wife." he ordered, his hand having a hard hold on your hair, "look at yourself as i breed you, whore." he added, his words making your cunt cletch hard, your eyes watered slightly from the pleasure. nodding your head with a small fucked out smile, you stared at illumi through the glass, seeing how his eyes pierced through yours. his grip on your hair was still harsh as his cock bullied your cunny.

by the end of the night, illumi was going to make sure your cunt was bred until you physically can't hold his cum inside you.

   @devmimi @luvbladez @snake-titan @zannivrs

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[vvh0adie]

cherry die | artificial cherry

pairing: jungkook x reader x yoongi | type: drabble | words: 2.6k | rating: 21+/M

Personal Maid, Jungkook, helps you find sexual release after spending a night with Hoseok Jung in which you can’t seem to have mind-blowing orgasms after taking his cock. You absolutely need Jungkook. But he’d do anything to satisfy you at the moment.

⇴ genre/au: angst | fluff | drama ‖ hunter x hunter inspo'd ⇴ persona: maid!jungkook | maid!yoongi | mafia daughter!reader | stoic!yoongi | protective!yoongi | eager!jungkook | nympho!reader ⇴ cw: cussing | smut ⇴ dynamic: sub!jungkook | soft dom!yoongi | switch!reader ⇴ sw: dirty talk | sex hammock | french kissing | tongue fucking | anal bead play | cunnilingus | rimming | saliva play | anal fingering | vaginal fingering | masturbation | vibrator use | crying/whining | shaking/writhing | nipple sucking | slick eating | praise kink | ass groping | body worship ⇴ a/n: My ass was supposed to be working on a AOUAD fic, but then I got a Illumi fic idea, realized it was gonna be long so made a Shizuku/Machi drabble set in the same AU as the Illumi fic. AND NOW I HAVE AN OUTLINE FOR AN EIGHT PART SERIES!!! what the fuck am i doin'?

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You’re utterly devastated that Hoseok isn’t here to sate your lustful desires. Ever since that fateful night you shared -albeit your failed assasination- you’ve tried everything to satiate the yearning you have for his cock filling you up. From fingering, to dildos, to vibrating saddle, to fuck machine. Nothing has yet to quench your thirst.

But even after all this time, you’ve persevered, wanting so desperately to experience that same ecstasy you felt when he took you like he was the only lover you’d ever known. And quite frankly he is -granted he hasn’t agreed to be your boyfriend… yet.

But you need him. Only he can make you ascend.

“Mmh~ Fuck!” you gasp, your suspended body shaking while nested in your sex hammock. You look down, catching a glimpse of brown eyes behind a curtain of pink bangs. Your brows knit and mouth agape at the wet prodding of a tongue in your rim. Your entire face hurts from biting your lip as you hold your hardened stare on the maid under you.

Pushing your legs back further, you spread wider for him to devour your sloppy ass. Dipping your fingers into your sopping cunt, you glide up to rub your clit, cooing as you feel his tongue swirl around your puckered hole. “Fuck, Jungkook, eat my ass just like that, Baby.” Flicking your fingers faster, your eyes close and your head throws back. You need to drift from here, finding yourself in Hoseok’s embrace once more. You haven’t even squirted since then and so far anal play has been the only thing really getting you off.

Your breathing is heavy. Your breasts rise and fall. Then suddenly you hitch, arching your back as Jungkook pushes a string of glass beads into your ass. Every push past your threshold makes you whine, wishing that you were being stretched out wide beyond your limits by Hoseok’s girthy cock. The feeling of his veins gliding along your ribbed walls before dumping his hot cum in your plump butt.

Once Jungkook’s knuckle hits your rim, he leans in, kissing your perineum as he begins pulling them out. You moan, rubbing deep circles into your bundle of nerves. Your lower abdomen feels tight, so you focus, trying to push from your pussy, hoping that you can grace Jungkook with your decadence.

But after three good tries, you give up on your spasming release, going for the next best thing: a regular orgasm.

Jungkook pushes your thighs back, flicking his tongue against your hole, and sucking. He eventually releases, taking small breaths while allowing strings of saliva to fall back into his mouth before slobbering all over your rim once again. The sound of sputtering fills the room, and your gaping hole twitches, wanting to be stuffed.

“Oh my goodness, Koo, you’re doing so good for me.” You gaze into his big and glossy doe-eyes full of admiration for you, his Mistress. He loves pleasing you; evident by the pool of cum leaking from his tip. He could eat you out from morning till dawn -which he’s done before- and never get sick of your taste.

Jungkook spreads the expanse of his tongue on your asshole, dragging long licks up to your perineum. Then he lightly grazes his teeth down over your swollen rim before sucking. “Ooh~ Koo, you like eating my ass don’t you, Baby?!” You brush his bangs out his face, wanting to appreciate how cute he looks under you. “Such a pretty boy, eating your mistress’s ass like this. My nasty little slut.”

Your fingers card through his hair, your thumb massaging into his temple. He shudders and hums, sending vibrations to your sensitive hole. You both moan. You’re just enough for his legs to shake as he feels his cock pump and a small orgasm ripples through his entire body.

A hand goes to his cock, feeling his hot, wet panties. He pulls them to the side, the air hitting his tip as he throbs, dribbling out cum onto the hardwood floor. You hear the squelch of his cum, afterwards looking at his worried face. “Mmh~ It’s okay, Jungkook, cum for me.” You caress his cheek, watching his face contort and his body writhe in pleasure as he continues his treat.

You love watching your maids cum from pleasing you. You’re happy they love making you feel good. Your taste alone is enough to cry in ecstasy. But unfortunately, your beloved Jungkook isn’t enough for you at the moment.

Grabbing your vibrator, you turn it on the lowest setting, changing it to pulsate in hopes that you can edge yourself to orgasm. You lay it against your clit, still jumping when the two long tremors vibrate throughout your nerves. You giggle, feeling your pussy contract around nothing, just little gushes of slick seeping out onto Jungkook’s mouth.

Your vibrator and Jungkook sucking your rim work together, creating the delusion of Hoseok ramming his massive cock into your plump pussy. You’re in a pure state of bliss: head knocked back as your hips slightly roll into the vibe.

Suddenly a knock sounds at the door. Then the chime of the keypad being unlocked. Besides Jungkook and three other maids, there’s only one other person who can open your bedroom door. And it’s definitely not your mother.

“Mistress.” His voice is calm and quaint, even as you fill the room with moans. “I’ve come to check on you.” You hear his light steps and voice getting closer as he walks down the hallway.

Turning the corner, Head Maid Yoongi, silently watches your body shake and writhe. You look at him, your lashes heavy with lust. You lick your lips to speak, but all that comes out is a particularly large moan from Jungkook finally pushing his tongue into your ass. “You haven’t come out of your room all day it seems.”

He takes his time walking up to you, hands clasped in front as he leans in to witness which one of his boys is pleasing you. When his gaze meets Jungkook’s, he smiles at the way the maid’s eyes sparkle. He’s even amazed at the man’s stamina to be going this long with you. Though, if anybody should be eating you out, it would be him. Yoongi knows how much Jungkook adores you. Worships you.

The Head Maid straightens up, rubbing the young man’s hair. “Are you pleasing our Mistress well, Jungkook?” The little maid hums against your rim, nodding his head as his tongue travels up your ass. You gasp, frantically nodding as finally taking the dildo out with a pop.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Your voice hitches, air sucking through your teeth before your mouth falls open. You watch his make out with your gaping abyss, tongue fucking and sucking as your pussy contracts around his wet taste, kissing back. “Yes, Jungkook, in my pussy. Eat -fuck- my messy cunt, Sweetie.” He wiggles his tongue into your slimy cunt and slobbering into your hole; just to suck it back up. Pushing himself deeper, he sucks hard, wanting to get closer than humanly possible to your taste and scent. Wanting to be consumed by it.

Squelching fills the air as your moans, cries and his heavy breathing mix into a symphony of desire.

Yoongi studies your face, noticing your tense brows and gaping mouth. Your wet lips swell from biting down and a thick glistening of slob rests on your bottom lip from spitting to get yourself wet.

Yoongi can tell you’re so close to orgasming, rubbing the vibe hard into your clit as your legs shake.

Grabbing the back of his underling’s head, he drags Jungkook up to suck at your clit. “Finger her ass.” You feel two fingers pump into you. They’re deep and slow, hitting your spot. White light fills your vision and the pressure in your tummy snaps, releasing your orgasm. But immediately after coming down your high, you look off to the side, not even feeling overstimulated as Jungkook continues.

Yoongi finally pulls Jungkook off, the maid licking around his lips as he catches his breath. And upon seeing your face, Jungkook’s brows tense. “Was it not to your liking?” Yoongi gives him a quaint smile, caressing his cheek. The maid leans in, taking comfort in his superior’s reassurance.

It’s not Jungkook’s fault. It’s Hoseok’s. He’s tainted you with mediocre dick. You don’t truly like his cock and you only think you like his personality -however boring it may be.

“Mistress?” You look at the man, your juices all over his face, evidence of endless dedication and love. Your little maid has done so well.

Sitting up, you grab his hands to pull him into a kiss. Your tongue works around his lips and chin, cleaning your essence from his face. He whines against your lips, causing you to grin. He’s so sweet.

And nasty too as you bend over to reach around and prod his glistening rim. He’s warm and slippery. Surely his ass would glide smoothly against your ribbed dildo if you wanted to go round two.

Dipping your fingers into his tight hole, elicits a moan into your mouth as he contracts around you, his walls wanting to suck you in further.

You continue to pump into his sopping hole, feeling his cum gliding down his balls and onto your finger before you hear it hit the floor. He gives you a muffled cry as his legs shake, fighting to stay opened for your menstrations. But you grab him by the neck, squeezing lightly to force his mouth open, so you can suck his wet taste like a girthy cock.

Jungkook whines, grabbing firmly at your thighs, his nails digging crescents into your supple skin.

After one final swirl and a kiss to the tip, you release with a little smack, licking the string of saliva that connects you from his lips. “Good boy,” you coo, your voice soft and sweet. “You made me feel so good.” You peck his swollen, pink lips. Afterwards, leaning back as one arm goes into an overhead stretch; the other brings your slick sodden middle fingers into your mouth. You lock eyes with Jungkook, humming as you suck it dry of his essence. His cheeks turn red as he tries to focus elsewhere, but his eyes land on your perky breasts.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“You’re needed with the others.”

“Oh… okay.” Jungkook sounds sad to leave. But he follows suit, walking towards the door.

“Jungkook, Baby?”

“Yes, Mistress?” His head whips to face you, causing you to giggle.

“We can play again tomorrow,” you chime, your legs widening for a hand to spread your folds, so you can finger his cum into your pussy. “Mmh~ Jungkook, feel so good, Baby.” You pull out, displaying your winking hole at him. It’s covered in copious amounts of thick oozing slick. You look divine laid out before him, and he already misses your taste, wanting desperately to crawl back and devour you all over again.

But instead, he smiles, his cheeks growing red and hurting so much that he thinks they might burst. He can’t contain his excitement anymore, quickly leaving out.

“Must you tease him like that?” You look down, watching Yoongi pick up the glass beads before taking the vibrator from your hand. He steps into the bathroom, turning on the faucet to soak them. He then comes back with a rag to clean Jungkook’s essence up.

“What? I’m telling him the truth.” But are you, though? Not that you have to as you’re his boss, but your are having sex with him and it would most definitely be common courtesy to tell him that you’re thinking about Hoseok when he fucks you.

Once done, Yoongi makes way to your bed, plopping down to stare at you. You’re wrapped in a blanket, still naked from the looks of your exposed clavicle.

“What am I going to do, Yoon?” You whine. Nothing, hopefully. He isn’t good for you. Yoongi doesn’t know much about the Jung’s, but to do the same thing for generations seems like a family who doesn’t handle change very well. And you won’t be able to change him. He knows men like Hoseok. They don’t change, not even for the stubbornness of love.

“He just fills me up so good and the way his hips move.” So it’s his hips? He has to admit that the fuck machine is ridged in that department. But surely they can do better? “And his cock is so so warm. Like even his cum is hot and thick.” Artificial cum can be warmed as well and it’s safer. “And he smells too good. And when he puts his full weig-“

“I can find a way to do that for you.”

“Mmh~ It’s okay,” you chime. But it’s not. Though Yoongi won’t try too hard to stop it because you’re too damn stubborn. So instead, all he can do is guide you and help you achieve somewhat of a success with Hoseok.

“Have you wanted a dildo closer to his penis?”

“Like a normal one?” You sit up looking at your wall of intricate assortment of silicon cocks. Some are multicolored, knotted, cum releasing, ribbed, monster inspired. But you have none that resemble a real one.

Before Hoseok, real dicks or even real-looking ones never interested your virgin pussy. They still don’t, but Hoseok’s cock is different.

You hop out the hammock, your ass jiggles with each step towards your laptop. Then you lay across the bed behind him, typing rapidly for your favorite dildo shop. After some scrolling, you find one exactly 8 inches long, 2.5 inches thick, with a golden base and mauve tip. Perfect.

You stretch over to the bedside table, retrieving your debit card. “Okay, done.” You smile, closing the laptop before crawling over to him. “Thank you,” you chime, squishing Yoongi’s cheeks as your breasts bounce in his face.

“I’ll bring it to you as soon as it arrives.” You wrap your arms around his neck, laying on top of his crown. His own circle around your hips, his hands drifting to cup your ass.

“Do you wanna play right quick?” You giggle, your tone low and sultry.

“I can’t. I have work to do.” You don’t like that answer at all, whining as you nestle into his hair. He hates making you sad. Maybe just a little touch won’t hurt?

He places a hand between your breasts, trailing down your stomach before facing his palm flush against your trimmed mound. His index finger slips past your slit, fully engulfed in your plump pussy before you feel tingling pressure on your clit.

Your moans fill the room once more, your hips bucking slightly as you cup his cheek to kiss him. Just like Jungkook, you ravage his mouth, giving him every maid’s favorite wet, sloppy tongue sucking.

He presses into your clit harder, stealing a gasp. Looking down into his black eyes, you coo at his smile as lips softly graze your nipples into hardness. Then he latches on to suck, pushing his head into your chest along with his tongue deep into your nipples, swirling in circles. “Ooh~ Yoongi, you always know how to take care of me.”

Then he releases you swollen and sensitive buds with a pop.

“It’s my pleasure to serve you, Mistress.”

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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.)

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•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.

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•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 😞😞

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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.

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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.”

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Yandere!Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

I haven’t written my man in soo longg. i claim to be an illumi stan but i only have like two fics for the guy. im so sorry illumi your dead fish eyes are the only eyes for me i swear. Highly inspired by this drabble made by flamingtrash. The way bestie writes illumi just lamenting just sends chills down my spine. 

Target

(Warnings: Yandere, stalking, murder, more stalking, planning to murder, mentions of suicide) 

Kill the husband, do whatever you want to the wife. 

His mission is one of the simpler ones. He considers this busy work. His target is a regular civilian, a break from the numerous other assassins, hit-men, nen-users he typically was hired to do. 

Still, Illumi takes his time, because every target deserves his vigilance, his dedication. It wouldn’t be right to just finish and go. He offers each life respect. 

He remembers the reason why your husband has to die. Bribery, company theft, among many other things. The men who wanted him gone needed for him to disappear completely, not a trace of him left behind. 

He has a feeling you wouldn’t go away just as easily. 

It was a love marriage. You two met right after you graduated college, and it bloomed from there. Coffee dates, light night strolls, candlelight dinners. Domestic activities. 

You loved your husband. Though Illumi isn’t intimate with the feeling, it’s clear to anyone who’s willing to watch. You’d been married for years, yet you still get so flustered at the mention of him. Twiddling thumbs, nervous laughter. 

Your husband loves you too. Maybe just as much. He’s not as quick to show it. He’s close to inheriting the company from his father. He has a lot of work to do. It’s probably why he’s doing so many gray things. Your husband is stressed. He knows one day this will all catch up to him. 

That day came when Illumi was handed 20 million jennies and a picture. 

He watches because making it look like an accident is much harder to accomplish than it sounds. He considers pinning the blame on you, before he discards the thought. Insufficient. 

But you really did love your husband. He isn’t usually so interested in his target’s marital affairs but he thinks he admires your loyalty. You’re so loving to him. Despite the busy lives you two lead, you manage to still think about him. 

Like today, when you’re setting up the breakfast table. You place two bowls, despite the fact your husband’s still asleep in the bed you two share. 

He’s been busy lately, constantly running from meeting to meeting. After a bit of scouting Illumi realizes that he’s only ever in two places: at the office, or in bed with you. Sometimes, just twice since Illumi has been observing, your husband crawls into a dark alley, filled with underdwellers, whispering about their latest schemes. He barely has time for breakfast. 

A routine is being set in place. You make two plates, continuing to bustle away in the kitchen as you wait for him. He’ll leave in a hurry, as he always does, yelling out a ‘bye darling’ before slamming the door shut. You’ll come out of the kitchen a few minutes later to see the bowls untouched, and then you’ll frown. Like you always do. 

And that worries Illumi because when your husband is gone and if you start putting together the pieces: always rushing everywhere, constantly being stressed, not eating breakfast anymore. He’d rather you be in the dark. He’d rather not waste his time killing you too. He wants you to play the part he set out to you; the heartbroken wife wondering how her husband could do this to himself when he was always so happy. 

Today, Illumi decides to intervene when your husband leaves like that for the fifth day in a row. You hadn’t even realized the intruder when he casually steps into the dining room, too busy in the kitchen. He decides to dispose of your husband’s bowl in the bushes, where the stray cats can have their fill. It’s clean when Illumi drops the dish back to its place on the table. 

You come out a few minutes later when Illumi safely retracts to his usual hiding spot. He watches you keenly, noting the perceived disappointment you have on your face like you’re already preparing yourself. 

And then you stop, staring at the empty bowl. 

A soft smile adorns your face. Your eyes crinkle. 

You look so happy, as you sit down, eating your own breakfast. It confuses him, just how happy a small action made you. 

It didn’t matter. This was good. If he kept this up, your husband’s demise would be a heartbroken tragedy, rather than suspected foul play. He shouldn’t be bothered by the details. 

Days later, he still thinks about your smile.

He watches you more than he does his target. 

Illumi can’t help himself. You’re so distracting. He doesn’t understand why. He should have been done with this mission weeks ago but he’s still here because he can’t understand you. 

You’re normal by any standard. Completely average. You work a desk job, and come back home when you get off the clock. You have normal friends. You have a normal family. Nothing you do should surprise him. 

But you do, nearly every day. He realizes you have these faces you show to others. Towards your co-workers, you’re polite and resigned. People who you’re closer to, family, close friends, your husband, you’re more sincere. You smile more. It’s fascinating to watch you switch depending on who you interact with. 

It shouldn’t matter because everyone has different faces. Everyone does this, this is basic socialization in regard to his targets. You aren’t special. 

Sometimes, Illumi catches himself wondering what face you would show him if you two ever met. 

You’re so disgustingly normal as you sit in the living room of your house, watching a TV show he hardly cares about. You don’t seem to care either, more interested in babbling on the phone to your friend about some nonsense at work. 

He should just kill you off too. It would be easier, less work on his part. It’s not like his clients care about what he does with you. You are an anomaly, but in the grand scheme of things, you are dispensable, irrelevant to his job. You won’t matter. 

You shouldn’t matter. 

You’re clumsy, it’s a common trait Illumi has noticed. You show your skill off almost every day. Take this moment, for instance, as you get up, you nearly drop your phone, catching it in the knick of time. You laugh to your friend about it in relief and Illumi thinks you wouldn’t be a good fit within his family. He strangely doesn’t mind your helplessness, however. 

He catches himself again. He curses. He really should just kill you. 

It’d be so easy to, it’s not like you made it hard. You don’t have any combat experience, you don’t even realize he’s there, right behind you, watching you work away in the kitchen as you continue to talk to your friend in utter obliviousness. 

He’s close enough to smell your perfume. 

When you turn, he’s back in his perch, onlooking the window. As usual, you don’t spot any evidence of the stranger being in your home, close enough to touch you. You continue stirring away a dish, still on the phone. 

He really should just kill you. 

Illumi thinks your friends serve their purpose. 

Since he is unable to interrogate you, your friends do it for him. They get you drunk in the restaurant you three had booked weeks ago, tipsy on a strain of alcohol he’d barely consider strong. It’s enough to spill your deepest secrets he could never uncover himself. A childhood past files could never tell him. 

Your friend makes a comment about how the kid version of you would probably be scandalized at how you turned out. A slurred laugh bubbles out of your lips. Illumi thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. 

“You sound just like my husband,” You say with mirth. Your friend frowns. 

“Speaking of him…are the two of you okay? He didn’t show up to the dinner party last week.” Your husband hadn’t. Instead, he’d left you alone while he went to go and make more blood money. You frown, like you’re remembering it too. 

“Yeah,” You murmur, “He’s been busy lately. It’s something at work.” 

“Has he been specific?” Another friend presses. You look pensive. 

“Not really,” You respond. They frown at eachother, casting a knowing look. 

“Stop,” You say, your voice losing all humor, “It’s not like that. You two think so lowly of him. He’s not that kind of man.” And it’s true. Your husband doesn’t cheat. He bribes and launders instead. 

“He’s been…really tired lately. He sleeps like a rock all night, but in the morning it looks like he hadn’t even gotten a wink. His eye bags have eye bags.” You frown, taking another sip of your drink. “I always feel so guilty, like I should be doing something.” 

“Have you tried speaking to him about it?” One asks.  

You smile without mirth. 

“He doesn’t talk to me. Sometimes-sometimes I feel like he really wants to, but is afraid to, which is so stupid. It’s like he doesn’t know that I’ll love him no matter what he does.” 

Illumi believes you. He really does. He suddenly realizes that if your husband admitted everything he’s been doing right now; you’d forgive him, you’d accept him, you’d still love him.

You’re so loyal to him. Only him. Even when your husband doesn’t really deserve it, it was love. True love. 

That’s why he was so drawn to you. He wanted a wife just like you. Hell, if he had a perfect wife, he’d launder, and bribe, and steal to keep you too. 

He leaves after that. The mystery was solved. He could finally complete his mission. 

He wastes no time getting to your home, getting to his target. 

Killing the man was easy. Illumi barely breaks a sweat. Your husband is dead, and at his feet, within seconds. 

Then he waits. 

He waits for you to come home, he waits for you to see the scene. He decides that he’ll let you grieve for thirty seconds. Half a minute, before he breaks your neck, and then you’ll join your beloved. 

He isn’t usually so gracious, but he feels indebted to you. He’s grateful that you showed him that something like this exists. Utter devotion. He wants someone like you in his life. Someone who will smile and laugh and be intertwined with him, forever. 

He’ll pay it back by giving you time with your husband. It’s the least he can do. 

The door clicks an hour later. He patiently waits. Waits for you to see your lover, waits for you to scream, waits for you to see him. He’ll give you thirty seconds. Just thirty seconds. 

Forty-five seconds pass. 

Your eyes meet his first. 

You smile. 

“Hey.” 

You’re intoxicated. He can smell the wine from your lips as you stumble forward, lightly tripping on your heels. He’s close enough that you fall into him. He could have moved away, avoiding your clumsy body, letting you fall on a heap to the floor. 

He’s never minded your clumsiness. 

Illumi stays, gently pressing his fingertips into your shoulders, stabilizing you. You’re so soft under his touch. Delicate. He’s suddenly afraid a single move might snap you in half. 

You laugh, and although your voice is heavy with alcohol, it’s so light and free. You look at him, really really look at him. Your eyes are glimmering and he’s wondering if the night sky itself was etched into your eyes. 

“My hero,” You say so so lovingly and it clicks. 

You think he’s your husband. 

Why else would you be so happy? You can’t see him that well, not with your poor eyesight, an average human’s ability. Not when you’re so drunk off of the sweet wine he can practically taste from your lips. 

You don’t see the dead body right at your feet. You just see Illumi. 

Still, he doesn’t pull away. You don’t either, choosing to wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him closer. You’re so warm. You fit perfectly against his body. 

If he presses himself any closer, if he brings his hand up, right by your neck, and squeezes just so slightly, he’d be able to feel all of you. The blood pumping in your veins, sending oxygen, nutrients, everything that keeps you here. You’re alive. You aren’t dead, not yet. That’s why you’re so warm, not a cold corpse. 

He thinks he prefers you this way. 

“Sorry I was so late,” You’re slurring your words, but he understands them anyway, “I hadn’t seen the girls in a while. Hope you’re not too mad.” 

He doesn’t reply. You don’t seem to care, pressing up against him again. It feels so intimate, he’s not used to this. For once, in the many years he’s lived without doubt, he’s stuck. 

You managed to do that to him. Disarm him. You are surely the most dangerous opponent he’s had to face. 

You’re pulling away, a pout on your lips. 

“I knew it, you are mad,” You sigh, “Is there any way you can forgive me? Maybe…” 

You don’t finish your sentence, pressing up, messily pressing your warm lips to his. He’s kissed before, he’s not unnerved to the notion of touch, contact. 

But he can taste the ambrosia on your tongue. It’s addictive. 

“Sorry,” You whisper when you pull away. He doesn’t want you to. “I’m sorry.” 

You’re looking at him again, and your eyes are simmering, smoldering with a feeling that looks so dirty. You’re looking at him with absolute adoration and he strangely feels like he’s about to break. 

“You forgive me, right?” 

He makes his decision when you intertwine your hand in his, leading him to your bedroom. He makes sure you avoid stepping over your husband, guiding you away from the body. You’re giggling in his arms, caressing his hands. His face. 

Why would he give a fuck about having someone like you when he could just have you?

When you reach to turn on the bedroom light he’s quick to intervene, pinning you against the bed. Your intoxicated mind is eager to forget, clumsily reciprocating. 

He reaffirms his decision when he bites your neck, hearing you moan and writhe beneath him. 

He’ll keep you. After all, he’s worked so hard over these years. He deserves an award. 

You’ll love him, the same way you loved your husband, the rotting corpse he hopes will burn somewhere far far away from you two. 

And if you don’t. That’s okay too. Illumi has more than enough love to go around. 

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Skyfall

Synopsis: Illumi and Chrollo seeing their s/o become hollow for the art they cherished all due to overworking themselves. Type: Drabble/Reaction (Requested) Genre: hurt/comfort Song rec: Skyfall (Adele) TW: fear of losing, slight mentions of depression, anxiety, crying, dizziness, insomnia, skipping meals, big sed :(

A/N: I have always been more of an artsy kid than sports; I was first in every school competition involving art, dance, and calligraphy etc, (still am very competitive bro fite me 😤) so I relate very much, thank you for the request and sorry for changing it a little.

Chrollo: (piano)

Trembling fingers that thrummed, against the white and black keys; the sound cascaded down like a river rapid. Your head swayed as your arms moved, the sound that felt mellifluous to the beholder was cacophonic in your ears making you clench your teeth and blink back the vexatious tears that fell on the bay today.

Chrollo leaned upon the doorframe of your room, his brows downturned in concern, as much as he hated interrupting he had to, "you have been playing for a while now, take a break."

You huffed and turned back to your notes sheet, squinting at the blurry letters until it was snatched away from your sight. You groaned and looked at Chrollo annoyedly.

“Come on you really expect me to just leet you be when you haven’t slept or eaten properly in days?” He says while keeping a hand on your shoulder

You look down in shame, both at your incompetence and the fact that you have neglected your boyfriend for so long, “it’s a huge recital,” you murmured, "all eyes would be on me, I can’t mess this up and make a fool of myself.”

Chrollo sighs and grabs you by your shoulder, "look at me me, y/n.”

You hesitantly peer into his azure eyes. An attractive, lop-sided grin etches upon his face that causes heat to rush to the tip of your ears.

“There you go,” he smiles, “now listen, you know how humans require at least eight hours of sleep to function properly?” You nod.

“And you haven’t rested all in so long, I am not telling you to stop practising, take a break your body and mind needs, then only can you perform well.”

You bite your tongue and stare at your calloused fingertips, "I keep messing this up, I don't know anymore, I am so tired."

Chrollo grabs your tender hands and brings them close to his lips, placing warm kisses on your fingers that make you giggle in glee.

"Let's order takeout and take a nap and then work on your performance, alright?." You nod, looking at how he is still cradling your hands.

"Give them and yourself some rest baby."

Illumi (art)

Brushes and colours were scattered haphazardly in your workplace, a terrain moulded by dried-up paints encrusted your palette as you kept on lathering the acrylics. The grip on your brush was frighteningly tight, and the heaviness with which you lifted your pencils now fell on your eyes too; half-lidded and blown in a way that no high could ever fathom, it was catharsis, masochistic and utterly tormenting.

You hadn't noticed Illumi staring at your work, probably because he was stealthy like a cat, but his porcelain face cracked a smile whenever he saw you engrossed in your work, but now he was worried.

Your drive towards art has always been an enigma. From the moment he first saw you as a teenager with pen doodles all over your arms, to when your love for art blossomed into an almost self-destructive endeavour.

"Y/N," he says and you look up, the whites of your eyes are bloodshot; searching for a magnum opus on canvases upon canvases that gathered in your room. They were magnificent, but you had been beating yourself up over sullen dreams.

Illumi closed his eyes for a second and picked up the easel and dragged it away from your sight along with the scattered supplies into the living room, despite your protests.

When he came back, your red eyes were now pearlescent with tears. Knees folded to your chest, Illumi carefully sat next to you.

He wraps a blanket around you and picks you up with ease and has you seated on his lap, "rest for a while and then we will figure things out." You nod and rest your head on his toned chest.

"We are in this together, Y/N."

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🧺 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🧺

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i write sfw and nsfw works! i have no posting schedule, and time taken on requests varies. below are the fandoms i write for :D

writings can be drabbles, headcanons, text msgs, one-shots, incorrect quotes, and rarely multi-chapter stories. for x reader writings, the reader will mostly be female for sfw and nsfw works, but for sfw works the reader may also be gender neutral.

some fandoms are rarely written for unless requested, so some fandoms have less works than others. however, it doesn’t mean that i won’t write for them freely, and feel free to request for them whenever reqs r open &lt;3

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death note- light, l, misa, near, matt, mello, mikami (sfw+ nsfw)

hunter x hunter- gon, killua, leorio, kurapika, chrollo, hisoka, illumi, uvogin, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, feitan, phinks, shalnark (sfw+ no nsfw for gon and killua)

ohshc- haruhi, kyoya, tamaki, honey, mori, hikaru, kaoru (sfw+ no nsfw for haruhi, honey, and the twins)

black butler- sebastian, ciel, claude, agni, soma, mey-rin, finnian, bardroy (sfw+ no nsfw for ciel, finnian, or mey-rin)

sk8 the infinity- langa, reki, miya, joe, cherry (sfw+ no nsfw for miya)

jujutsu kaisen- yuuji, nobara, maki, megumi, gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, yuuta (sfw+ nsfw)

chainsaw man- denji, power, aki, kobeni, makima, himeno (sfw+nsfw)

across the spiderverse- miles, gwen, pavitr, miguel, margo, hobie, lyla, jess, peter b, miles!42 (sfw+ no nsfw for gwen, pav, miles, miles!42, margo)

hazbin hotel-charlie, vaggie, angel dust (platonic only), husk, alastor, sir pentious, lute, adam, sera, emily, lucifer, vox, velvette, carmilla carmine

notice- some fandoms/characters are rarely written for unless requested!

☘️ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 ☘️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ here are just some things i want readers to keep in mind when on my account!

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~ be patient when requesting, my schedule/health is inconsistent and sometimes interferes with my uploading :( for this same reason, sometimes i don’t post for a while, bear with me please)

~ please be specific with your request!! like genre, plot, gender if needed, body type if needed, personality, setting, sfw or nsfw- i can write much better if i have more details :) just specify whatever you can&lt;3

~ all of my writings are either fem!reader or gender neutral reader. idk how to write for males :// all nsfw works, though, are fem!reader

~ i don’t write nsfw for children or non-con. if you have questions for other things i won’t write for message me :)

~ i will happily write x black!reader, if that’s what you would like specify in your request! also, if a writing randomly has a black reader, don’t question it lmao. my black followers mean the world to me tbh 🤎💚

~ people who have requested several times will not be top priority over first-time requesters.

~ must be following me to request!! sometimes i cannot see if you are following me or not, so if i accidentally write a request for a non-follower, that requester will be blocked. if i take the time and energy to write a story for you, the least you can do is follow me. (because of this rule, anonymous requests are not accepted because i cant see if you follow me or not!)

~ i have the right to ignore or deny any request

~ discrimination or bigotry will be immediately blocked!

that is all, everyone! i hope you enjoy reading on my account, i love you all very much <33 your support is valued greatly :)