Secretary- Onceler X Reader

secretary- onceler x reader

Summary: Call after call, email after email, organizing after organizing. You only had one thing on your mind- and that was your boss. How many times have you read the same email? How many times have you gotten the same complaint of the forest being cut down? You couldn’t remember. There was only one thing on your mind: him.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ʰⁱʸᵃ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉˡᵉʳ... ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ. ᵐʸ ²⁰²⁰ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ, ˢᵒ ⁱᵐ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ²⁰²⁰ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʸᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ. ⁱ ᵈᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ ᵒʳ ˢᵃᵗᵘʳᵈᵃʸ, ˢᵒ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉˡᵉʳ ⁱˢⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ, ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵒᵒⁿ. :’)

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Clack click clack

As you type, you are reminded that you're working for the largest corporation in the world.

It's nice to be reminded because every time you are, the oh so nice image of your boss pops into your head. All those nights where you were skin to skin, hand holding hand, hair tussled, and the lights dimmed. Where he wasn't your boss and you weren't just his secretary.

Call after call, email after email, organizing after organizing. You couldn't wait to leave the office and waltz down into his office, waiting for the clock to hit the desired time.

God, you really are such a bad employee, sinful even. You don't really care about your job, you never did. You knew what you were doing when you wanted an interview.

It wasn't like he was any better. Ruining the world, turning a beautiful land full of colorful fluffy trees into a no man's land full of smoke, oil, and no life.

Your heart ached for the wildlife, it really did. But what could you do, honestly? Convince him to stop? Tell him what he's doing is wrong? No chance. Good dick is good dick, and you only had one objective at this moment. Maybe one day you would have enough courage to tell him to stop- not like he would listen, though.

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Brushing your finger tips over the wooden walls makes your body tingle in anticipation. The green wallpaper obscures your vision, making it clear who you're headed for. Your heels click on the flooring, echoing throughout the wide and long hallway. The high ceilings only add on to the ambiance, making the factory corridors seem huge and empty. The passionate

orangery red sunset mixed with a tint of magenta comes through

the many factory windows.

Looking out of all the picture windows, you can see all the truffula in carts, going straight into the factory to be made into thneed. The stumps go on for miles, making you frown. Truffula trees really were so beautiful. Watching the animals search for food and comfort has your throat develop a lump. Holding back your tears and pity, you continue back to the mission at hand, making your way to his office.

Rounding the "Too Big to Fail" poster, the sadness evaporates out of your body, and excitement replaces it. Though, you dramatically gag at the poster, it never did him justice. Your sensory’s  heighten at hearing all the sale numbers above the poster rise. The red lamps shade your porcelain skin, scarlet fogs your eyes sight.

Wounding up to his office, you see two capped men shielding the two big velvet doors. You wave at them with a teeth-y smile, with them sending glares

back at you. You pull out a VIP lanyard that your boss personally gifted to you.

You hold the card in their faces, "I have a meeting with Mr.Onceler." you say smiling. They move out of the way in unison, thankfully saying nothing. Only the most important of people get

access to his office, after all.

Your hands grip the two handles after gently brushing them over the doors, feeling the soft silk that gives you the chills. Spreading the doors as wide as possible, for dramatic effect, of course, you see a tall man slouching over a model of a town, carefully nitpicking the design.

The chair he's perched on has to be over 10 feet tall, the top curling over the lanky man, making him seem small by comparison. He looked relaxed- ready to go home for the day. His tie was loose, his collars were undone, and his hair messy underneath his top hat.

He looks up at you, his long hat almost falling off his head from the speed. He puts his hands together, in a sort of way that makes him look like he’s about to pray, with a muffled clap.

He gives you a soft smile, his baby blue eyes light up with so many different emotions all at once. The rose tint on his cheeks contrasted so perfectly with his eyes, making your stomach flutter.

 "Good evening, Y/N! I was expecting for you to show up some time soon.” he giggles.

"You know me so well, Mr. Onceler.” you say, whilst closing the doors.

Watching The Onceler passionately view his mini town has you shuffling your legs closer together, your thighs squeezing against each other. It reminds you why you fell head over heals for him in the first place.

"You could definitely say that." The Onceler taps his table gently as an invite. "Come, sit!"

You nod and gingerly take a seat in front of his desk. The onceler starts to remove his clover green gloves, that you always thought fit his demeanor so well. "How was the office today?"

"It was as good as always.. I had something to look forward to." you speak, undressing him with your gaze.

"Is that so?" you nod, "I could say the same to you."

You giggle while he moves his miniature town to the side, carefully.

Watching him crawl over the table has your head spinning. Holding your head in his hands, he cradles your face. Closing your eyes, you break the distance, slowly molding your lips into one.

You always wondered how you got so lucky- being able to live in such a taboo fantasy world. The idea of having a forbidden relationship lits a bigger fire in your abdomen. After all,

 you've always been his favorite secretary.

rendezvous- chrollo x reader

Summary: As a new spider, Chrollo invites you to dinner, hoping to get to know you. Is it a date? Or is it strictly business? You don’t care which one as long as  Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome sits right in front of you. 

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵒᵐᵍ ʰⁱ ⁿᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ >:) ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜʰʳᵒˡˡᵒ.. ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ. ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ, ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗ. ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵃˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ. ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜʰʳᵒˡˡᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶜʰᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʷᵃˡᵐᵃʳᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵏⁿⁱᶠᵉ, ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵉᵛᵃ. ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ "ᵐʳ. ᵗᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢᵒᵐᵉ" ˢᵒ ⁱ ᵐⁱˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰⁱᵗᵗᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

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The gold chandeliers shine on your boss’ face, reflecting on his midwinter eyes with mixes of yellows and whites. His brown bandage wrap covers his Saint Peter's cross, presenting himself as an average citizen instead of an oddity. The once slicked back ebony hair was now down, framing his chiseled face.  

Your ears are filled with the soft, classical music playing in the restaurant, making you feel like you're in a vintage movie. The masses of antique paintings hanging on the bold walls also enhanced the ambiance. It is no wonder that he chose this place; it fits him so well.

His soft smile ensnares you, and contagiously you smile back at him. The soft, genuine look in his eyes has you melting. Who could've known the leader of the infamous Phantom Troupe turned out to be Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome?

Chrollo’s silky voice interrupts your thoughts. "How have you been liking the spiders so far?"

While admiring his handsome features, your attention was briefly diverted.

"Oh, oh, they're great. I'm glad I've finally met people who share things in common with me." By in common, you meant: rough-home life, outcasts, and full of devilry. "I won’t lie. I was nervous that they wouldn’t be welcoming. That they didn't want a new member. But they made me feel right at home."

His smile lines present themselves to you. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm sure they adore you just as much."

You smile at that thought. Taking another bite of your dinner as he kept looking at you with tenderness, you add on, "Especially the girls.. They seem rough and closed off, but they're sweethearts. Just like the sisters I've never had."

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." Danchou smiles at you, and you could've sworn you saw a shimmer on his canines.

You beam at his words, his own happiness making you happy. Continuing smiling, he takes your hand into his own, holding it above the table, rubbing your thenar web space.

"I'm so glad we found you. You're exactly what the troupe needed."

His tired eyes hold eye contact with you as your heart sinks into your stomach. Your shy smile is accompanied by a feeling of appreciation that you've never felt before. Who could've guessed the leader of a murderous cult was so charismatic?

"Your nen abilities are extraordinary. You certainly are a blessing to have." He continues.

"I'm glad I found you guys, too." Your cheeks are almost burning as you feel heat move to them.

You're the first to break the eye contact, the mutual gaze and flattery proving to be too intimate for you. But Chrollo continued to stare at you, his eyes glistening‌ ‌with‌ ‌admiration.

Looking down at your plate, you smile to yourself, which doesn’t miss his eyes. The busy chatter of all the other patrons has long been gone, leaving the distant sound of pots and pans clattering and the elegant music blending in together.

Chrollo keeps staring at you, noticing and taking in all your features. He felt intrigued by you. It wasn't often when he really felt enamored by a nen user, or even a nenless person. After all, he is the best of the best. Creating a big name for himself in the hunter world, good and bad. It was all the same to his neglected heart.

Your unique and strong hatsu has Chrollo wrapped around your little finger. An achievement that many haven’t managed.

He felt that you had been given as a precious gift from the heavens, thanking him for helping and creating a home for the less fortunate. The first time you were introduced to him, the gears in his mind were turning, picturing how perfect your skills would be for his heists. Though he trusts the other spider’s abilities, he knew you were a force to be reckoned with. Someone that would make his future plans go by untroubled. He was already eager to see you in action.

You, however, were excited to get to know him some more.

requests- hisoka x reader

Summary: A lust for fighting has Hisoka insisting for you two to brawl nearly daily. Although you often feel overwhelmed by how many demands he makes, you will not be driven away so easily.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ʰⁱⁱⁱ, ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ᵒᵏᵃʸ ˡᵒˡ. ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ⁱ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵗ.  ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢ ᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵃˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ, ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵉᵗᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ. ᵃⁿᵈ  ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵒᶜ. ⁽ ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱⁿᵈᵘˡᵍᵉⁿᵗ  >﹕⁾ ⁾ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿᵗ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ

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"Let's fight," Hisoka said whilst wrapping his hands around your waist. 

"Fight? Why?" you say giggling. His every action, no matter how small, would never fail to get you all giggley.

"Don't you want to see how strong you've gotten over the years?" Hisoka shortens the distance between you two, synching his lips with your neck, giving you a gentle out-of-character kiss. 

"Mmm, not really," you giggle "I don't like fighting like you do." 

Hisoka grabbed your waist tighter, almost tight enough to leave bruises.

"Perhaps a quick match? For me? ♣"

Turning your body towards Hisoka, you put your phone down beside you on the bed, exiting out of your social medias. 

"I know what you're trying to do," you smile at him. "As fun as fighting you sounds.. I might have to pass. What about your.. er.. friend? I think he'd be a better match.”

"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Y/N. I believe you're a perfect match for me." Hisoka says while tucking a strand of flowing hair behind your ear. The window in the bedroom open, letting the cool Yorknew breeze in. 

You trail your two fingers up his arm, "maybe we could do something else... Like going on a picnic.. Or maybe going to the library?" 

Hisoka pestering for fights could get tiring fast. You couldn't remember a day where he wouldn't mention fighting you or at least indicate it. Some days it could be a simple request to fight or another day, mentioning how much stronger you’ve gotten. 

Hisoka gives you his infamous smirk, "Y/N, We don't fight often, and we can do whatever you want afterwards." He whispers into your ear. 

"That's if you don't kill me first." 

Hisoka chuckles, "As much as i love fighting, I wouldn't kill you so soon." 

"So soon? You're planning on killing me?" 

"Only joking. ♥"

"Yeah right. You've probably got my whole death planned out." 

As much as you enjoy hisoka's company.. sometimes.. While holding onto hope that he enjoys your company and actually appreciates you, you can't deny that the only reason you guys are in this ‘entanglement’ is due to him wanting to fight you. 

You realize that you couldnt try to slip past his love for fighting. It was inevitable that one day you two would fight, but you wanted to delay it for as long as possible. 

"Come on hisokaaa. You get scary when you're in the fighting mood." you say holding your chest jokingly. 

Hisoka's eye smallen, glaring at you intimidatingly. The pale blue light from the moon contrast with his amber eyes, creating a different type of beauty that makes your heart and stomach flutter. 

 The grip he has on your waist contuining to grow tighter, indicating the power he held over you. 

The more you deny his advances, the angrier  and thirstier for blood he got. He wanted to wait for you to reach your full potential, but a little fight wouldnt hurt.. That much. 

"Don't you want to test out your strength against me? You've always claimed that you're stronger than me, don't you want to find out if it's true?" 

You both know that Hisoka is on a far different level and that you couldn't really compare to him. But that's why you always teased him. 

"You know I'm always joking. You're obviously stronger than me.. By only a little bit of course." you giggle, pinching your thumb and index finger holding them with a little bit of space in between.

"Hm. ♠" Hisoka purrs into your neck, sending vibrations, tickling you. 

You could tell Hisoka was deep in thought.  He was staring at you, but his eyes had that far away look. You know that Hisoka's main pleasure in life is fighting strong people but you thought that he wouldn't want to fight so soon. Maybe let you entertain him before he killed you off. 

The thought of sharing the same bed as a cold blooded killer who could put an end to you at any given moment scared you. But at the same time, the rush and adrenaline was addicting. 

“You won’t even entertain the thought of fighting me? Am I not that exciting?” He pouts. 

You stare at him trying to read his emotions, especially in his eyes. His beautiful fox like eyes. No matter how much you tried, you could never decipher him. It was as if he was devoid from emotions. 

You sigh, already tired of this conversation. “It’s not that, of course not. You seem like an excellent person to fight if I was into fighting.” 

When Hisoka realized that you were almost done with him for the night, he knew he couldn't scare you away so soon. As much as the thought of fighting you exhilarated him. Occasionally, the thought of him fighting you would cloud his mind and senses, making it impossible for him to deal with anything else. Only you. He was addicted to you. 

Hisoka chuckles, “I see.” and  moves his face closer to your neck once again, gently nibbling on your skin, trying to break the ice. 

He lets out a gentle sigh, with obvious frustration hidden underneath it. “Perhaps we could try another type of fight tonight ♥? One that won't end in death or injures?" 

You whip your head back at his direction, almost banging your skull against his own. 

You smile down at him, "I think that's a fight I can get down with." 

Hisoka really does know how to keep you hooked.

Bambi- Hisoka X Reader

Summary: Hisoka and his twisted love for innocent little ladies.

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notes: hi squad. Been like two years since i last posted but I had this in my drafts for those years XD and I posted it recently but then privated it. Idk if my hisoka girls are out there, but this was made specifically for you. I used inspo for this but it’s been so long I dont remember what :/————————————————————————

It's pretty obvious to me that Hisoka likes those sinless girls, the ones who haven't done much wrong in their life. The girls who have that certain type of angelic beauty; big doe eyes and porcelain skin which always makes them stand out from the crowd. She who stares at him like he put the stars in the sky, looking at him like he's the head lights. Surprised that a man like him could like someone like her. A girl who couldn't speak to strangers without being asked to speak up. A blushing, stuttering mess.

You have heard all about his reputation. *He's a liar, a manipulator, a murderer." They say. But your naive mind was convinced that you're special - that he wouldn't dare lay a finger on you. Even your parents warned you not to associate with him because he's bad news. But with all the validation you get around him, you don't understand why they think he's so bad. He somehow proves them wrong every time.

He acted out of character for you, anyone that knew him could vouch for that. He treated you as if you were a fragile doll, on the verge of cracking any second mentally. He had more patience for you, more kindness for you, and you never thought twice about it.

(But his feign kindness towards you won't silence his threats of telling your family and friends all about your dirty secrets. He just can't help but adore the way you shake and squirm away from his bluffs.

Of course, Hisoka hid his physical violence from you. Always keeping his blood lust under control, never letting it slip what he did for a living. Always disappearing for months on end without ever letting you know where he was off too. But you never pushed further to find out more. He would be damned if he scared you away so soon, especially since you were so righteous.

But for the time he wasn't across the globe, he was cooped up in his Yorknew City penthouse with you, showing you all the things your conservative family never taught you. He knows you would never rebel against your parents, but what they don't know doesn't hurt, right? Since he treats you oh-so well, it's the least he deserves.

So if he wanted anything, you would give it to him. Whatever that may be: play fighting, sex, flattery, more rough sex. So if that means getting all dolled up for him only to find that your dress has ripped and makeup is spilling down your face by the time the night is over (Your dress will, of course, be replaced the next day by the most prestigious brands of the highest quality). Then so be it. Any kind of attention is good attention to your unrecognizable heart.

As far as Hisoka is concerned, you're only a casual hook-up, nothing more than that. However whenever he's gone far and wide, on the hunt for a strong toy, he longs for your beautiful Bambi eyes more than he could ever admit.

rubatosis- hisoka x reader

Summary: How does Hisoka show his love for you? You would like to think it was by him spoiling you - taking you out to fancy restaurants, buying expensive jewelry, even spoiling you in pleasure. But, Hisoka doesn’t think so. No, he would much rather show his love for you by leaving you shaking in fear.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵒᵐᵍ ʰⁱ ﹕ᵖ ⁱᵐ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ˡᵐᵃᵒ. ᵈᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʸ ˢᵒ ᶠᵃˢᵗ, ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵗᵖ ˡᵒˡ. ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰⁱˢᵒᵒᵏᵃ ᵖᵒˢᵗ! ᵘⁿᵉᵈⁱᵗᵉᵈ, ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡ ᵃˢˢʰᵒˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃʸʸʸ ᵗᵒᵒ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ. ⁱ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵈ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ. ⁱᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʰˣʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ, ⁱ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃˢ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃʰ. ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ⁱˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢˢʰᵒˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵇᵉʷᵃʳᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ⁽﹖⁾ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ^^ ⁱᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵃᵈ ᵇⁱᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵗᵒˣⁱᶜ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ. 

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Lying lateral on the middle of your bed, hugging your pillow, facing away from the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he presses his body flush against your own. You can't tell if his body warmth is assuring or if it adds to your dreadful, queasy stomach. 

The only sound you could hear were his hushed whispers. You tried to distract yourself - listen to the breeze coming through the open window, even listen to your arrhythmic heartbeat, which felt like it was on the verge of bursting out.

"His screams were so delightful. It was fairly surprising. He even tried to fight back. But it's too bad.. He couldn't compare." Despite being scorching hot, his quiet breaths leave goosebumps on your skin. 

In a piss-poor attempt to avoid hearing the rest of his story, you push your head further into the pillow, feeling as if it's your only comfort. 

"His blood was everywhere, I'm sure I'll find stains on my clothes for ages. It was metallic, bitter... Nowhere as sweet as your own."

Your terror mounted with every word, fear gripped your trembling body, not threatening to loosen anytime soon. You felt so weak, so sick. What a sick bastard getting off on tormenting you. 

He walks his slender fingers up your covered arm, his stiletto nails almost poking through the thin blanket. His laughter mocked you. It sounded as if a drum was being beat against as his face was inches away from your ear. 

Hisoka makes a curious sound from the back of his throat,  noticing you haven't spoken since his story began, "Oh dear.. Don't tell me you fell asleep on me." He says, feigning bewilderment. 

In hopes that he will think you are asleep, you remain silent.

His breath gets hotter as he draws closer once again, “There’s no use in pretending, I can see your whole body trembling.” He mockingly speaks.

You stay silent for a while, not knowing what to say or do, until you feel Hisoka clamp his teeth down on your helix. Your loud yelp elicits a confident hum from him. 

"Hisoka.." After so much silence, you speak with a dry throat, your eyes remain tightly shut. 

Your body felt paralyzed in fear. It was obvious to you that you were getting into a toxic relationship when you first fell for him, but how he can talk about his most recent murder and laugh to you about it leaves you frightened beyond belief. 

“Yes? With the way you faked being asleep, it makes me believe you don’t appreciate my story. ♠'" You know that he’s frowning, even if you can’t see his face.

You don’t - you can’t understand how any of this was entertaining. Was the death funny or is it just funny to watch you squirm?

You love him enough to let him make a fool out of you. How could you not love him when there's so much love between you two? How could you not love when there are so many reasons to do so?  But you wished he wasn't like this, wasn't psychotic, wasn't obsessed with you in a gross, insane way. But that's just his way of showing his love for you, you tell yourself. He likes to tell you about his days, doesn’t that make you happy?

"N-no.. Not-not at all." You lie, stumbling over your words. 

“What? Cat got your tongue, Y/N?" A  soft whimper escapes you and it doesn't miss Hisoka's ears as you can hear him laugh condescendingly. "You know I hate it when you're reticent."

With an obvious sense of anxiety, you let out a breath, and turn your head toward the copper-headed man, "I'm just... so tired, I just want to go to sleep.. I'm just tired." You pleaded, repeating the same phrase.

Hisoka looks over your tired face, your puffy puppy-like eyes, your glossy frown, and your red under eyes. He thinks you look so beautiful like this. Especially with the moonlight enhancing your already gorgeous features. It makes him want to lock you away and throw away the key, so only he can view you.

You see an itch in his golden irises, and you turn back around and let out a muffled whine into your pillow - unsure of what he was thinking. 

"Don't tell me you're scared… Who would've guessed you were so disgusted by a little gore." He taunts with a lace of venom. 

Hisoka felt nauseous by the sight of your sad shaking body. Was this the strong person he came to treasure? It couldn't be. He wasn't pleased with you, he felt as if you were exaggerating everything. How could someone he shares the same bed with look so pathetic? 

At the same time, Hisoka loved the thought of you being afraid of him. Wasn't that his calling after all? To make people afraid?

"So pretty when you're scared." He leans into you, giving a condescending peck on your jaw. 

You feel already lightheaded as you take violent breaths in and out. Maybe if he let you fall asleep, your churning stomach would stop. But the constant urge to throw-up overpowers your fatigue. 

"You poor thing. So pitiful seeing you like this," He says with false sympathy. 

His words make you even more mad, or maybe more sick? It's hard to tell, it's such a fine line at this point. 

"Please." You croak, on the verge of tears. You're unsure if you're begging for him to let you sleep or if you're begging him to leave you alone. It’s all the same to you now.

"Oh, the dramatics." He says while rolling his snake-like eyes. When did you become so easily scared? He remembers very clearly that you’re not soft, if anything, he always saw a part of himself in you.  

It couldn’t be his constant violence, right? You’re stronger than that.

"Go to sleep," He says finally, tired of this sad show. Your aura was still strong, strong enough to make him lust over you. He guesses you could only take so much before you falter. He can’t have that happen. Maybe with sleep, your aura will awaken sturdier and stronger. It's a feasible hope.