Lovesick- Hisoka X Reader

lovesick- hisoka x reader

Summary: Hisoka is much like a river, always in motion, never staying in one place, and always containing different water. You never step in the same river twice, after all. Sometimes, though, he gently sweeps you along with him and his antics.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ʰⁱⁱ, ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ. ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒᵒ. ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ "ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵃʷᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢⁱᶜᵏ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ᵇʸ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏᵖⁱⁿᵏ.." ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ. ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ଘ⁽੭﹡ˊᵕˋ⁾੭﹡ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵒᶜ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ. ʰᵉˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ/ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ, ⁱ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵍⁱᶻᵉ

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It wasn't often when Hisoka was gentle with you. Treating you as if you were some fragile breakable toy.

He liked to play rough, and you were open to that. You liked it too. But you also liked when you two shared sweet intimate moments that'll leave your stomach bustling with butterflies.

The idea of holding each other on a high building in Yorknew, him lightly tracing hearts and diamonds onto the sleeve of your arm might not seem intimate to some. But to you, it's all you could ever ask for.

Him drawing on your limb leaving your skin in more goosebumps than the chilly air left originally. His long claws could tear through your flesh if he weren't to be so gentle, and your stomach twisted in happiness realizing that him being gentle was a conscious decision. You liked to think that Hisoka truly did care for you.

The city seems so perfect from up there, astigmatism blurring all the colorful lights, the beeping and horns from the vehicles, the raw air hitting your face, leaving your eyes dry, and all the buildings stretching on for miles.

Hearing Hisoka hum under his breath while viewing all the skyscrapers has your head spinning. Looking up at him with heart eyes, wishing you could see this side of him more often.

His eyes meet yours, smiling. You can’t tell if it’s a mischievous smirk or if it’s a genuine smile. Perhaps both.

“What's going on in that head of yours?" He asks while tapping your forefront, taking a short break from drawing on your arm.

“Nuthin.. Just thinking about all the lives down there," you say back at him, looking down at all the cars. Truth be told, did you really want Hisoka to know how much joy he brought you? He’s not entirely evil but he’s also a wild card. Maybe he would disappear for a month to make you yearn for him even more.

He follows your eyes, looking down at all the restless lives.

"It's crazy, isn't it? How there are so many other lives than just mine and yours. ♦"

"Yeah, it is. It makes my head hurt thinking that everyone has their own mind." you giggle, unconsciously pushing yourselves further into each other.

Hisoka chuckles, holding you tighter while looking up into the starry night. You snuggle back into his chest, rubbing your head against him gently, much like a clingy cat.

Maybe it's all just for a moment, but these times become treasured memories, knowing that Hisoka will revert to his usual jagged personality the next day.

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.

spotted- hisoka x reader

Summary: You’re Hisoka’s number one fan during and after all of his Heaven’s Arena fights. He appreciates that more than you know, and sometimes he likes to show you that appreciation in unique ways.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ. ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ. ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵛᵉʳʸ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘᶜᵏˢ. ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ᶠˡᵃʷᵉᵈ. ⁱᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵍᵒ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ⁱ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ﹕⁾ ⁱ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵐ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶠʳ

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“I’ll look for you.” As Hisoka whispers in your ear, his sharp features are plastered with a smirk.

You nod and smile back at him with rosy cheeks. A quiet murmur sounds from the back of your throat, “Okay”.

 Walking away, he pulls your arm along with him before he breaks the contact, leaving you stranded. 

You found yourself in the front row seating on the second story- your favorite view. Which Hisoka always got you tickets for. Despite the doors just opening for the public, seats were quickly filling, almost all of the stadium was already filled. There was no shortage of familiar faces, the ones who frequently show up at Hisoka's fights all pushed their ways in first. 

A strong smell of butter and sugary sweets wafts through the air, reminding you of the artificial smell you once experienced at other sport stadiums, before you found out about Heaven’s Arena. A more interesting competition. You weren’t fond of the violence like Hisoka was, but you always found yourself having a hard time looking away. You blame it on your epistemic curiosity, there was something very intriguing about Hisoka’s fights.

As the jumbo-tron lit up, it displayed the Heaven’s Arena logo, commentators and staff piled up in the press box to watch the kinetic flock. The arena was getting louder, and more impatient. Until all the seats were quickly occupied, the ant-like people roaming was getting smaller by the second. 

Soon the time came, with the urges of the eager mass, “When will this start?!” and “Get on with it!”, the stadium's spotlights went off flashing the darkened crowd with orbs of blues and purples. Your heart drops to your stomach, as if you were the one fighting instead of viewing. You could never get enough of the adrenaline these fights give you. Especially the extravagant preludes. 

Lines of flames lit up on the stage, one by one, all the way up until they reached the center. With a loud boom, which managed to overpower the screams from the crowd, on the stage walkway, a smoke bomb exploded, which you felt deep in your lungs, although you were far away from the action. When the thin fog evaporated, you could see a well-built broad, who was of course Hisoka's opponent. There was no mention of him by Hisoka, you guess he did not consider him a true threat to be worth mentioning. His name was announced by the energetic commentator, only to go through one ear and out the other. 

In anticipation of Hisoka's arrival, the second smoke bomb went off, stirring the crowd in excitement. A distant fuchsia was visible through the fading smoke, which only made the gallery get louder. When the grey fumes disappeared, the oh-so-familiar magician appeared with the infamous grin. 

Hisoka and the other man conversed near the middle of the arena, only to not be audible to the crowd. But you did have a few ideas on what was being said.

“Who will make the first move??" 

The first move was made by Hisoka. With a flick of the wrist, the magician produced a card in thin air, keeping it near his hips. By holding the card close to his body, he caused a distance between himself and the broad. In lieu of using the card on his rival, he turned his back to his opponent, leaving an opening he knew the other man would never use. He turned towards the seated crowd, the spectators followed his eyes, which was peering up and down all the aisles until he finally came across your seated form. His golden gaze quickly grabbed yours, and you felt stunned. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

Your seating neighbors slide themselves as far away as the seats would let them, but you couldn’t let yourself be embarrassed. You couldn't think of anything else besides him and his promise. Your smile was big and bright, almost unconsciously biggering and biggering. His promise, “I’ll look for you.”. 

The card took to the air before you could register. With a bit of Hisoka infusing his nen into the flimsy stock, it could go at a faster speed without falling like how a card normally would. 

As if you were a magnet, the card landed on your lap, with the ace of hearts looking up at you.

Hisoka dedicated the following slaughter to you, pointing to your seated form in the stands, and smiling the same smile he always adorned. It was violent and made you nervous, but it came from a place of love, somewhere deep in his closed-off heart. 

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.

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.