Rendezvous- Chrollo X Reader

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.

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.

play up- leorio x reader

Summary: After getting yourself into a ruckus, your knee resulted in being scraped. Even though you don’t think of the wound as a big deal, you have a soon-to-be doctor up and ready to take care of you.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵇʳᵘʰʰ ⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵍˡᵉ ᵈᵒᶜˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ﹕ᵖ ⁱ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵖʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʳᵉ⁻ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳ. ʳᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ. ⁿ ᵉ ʷᵃʸˢ, ᵐʸ ᵇᵒⁱ ʰᵃˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ʳᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵃᵗᵗᵖᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵒ³, ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉˡʸ ᶻⁱᵖ. ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ˢᵒ ⁱ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ. ᵖˡᵘˢ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ʰˣʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁽ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇⁱˢᵏʸ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ..⁾ ˢᵒ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ  (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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"You know you really don't have to do this. It's really not a big deal."

"Don't sweat it. How will I become a successful doctor if I can't take care of a little scratched knee?" The four-eyed lanky man said while kneeling between your legs. His ebony hair continued to erect in spikes even after a prolonged session of his daily studying.

You roll your eyes at his predictable response, "Exactly, it's a little scratched. Rub some dirt on it and I'll be fine."

He dabs a wet cloth around the gash; the stinging sensation summons a hiss from the back of your throat. Even though you've gotten scraped more times than you can count, the stinging will never fail to have you squinting.

"Just for practice," he assured, laughing at your response.

"No one's gonna go to a hospital for a scratched knee... You can just put a band-aid on it and call it a day."

As he looks up at you, the setting sun glares off of his glasses, contacting your own eyes. You clamp your eyes shut tight, tight enough to see visions of white stars.

He lets out a little laugh. "Do I have to make up all these excuses just to spend a little quality time with you?"

"Well, you could've just said so.." you pout at him, making him pout back at you in a chain reaction.

Though it's a little embarrassing for him to treat you like a child, giving you a full treatment for a little gash. There's no denying that you like the attention.

The almighty pain of the wet cloth making contact with your gash has you bouncing your leg, trying to ease through the pain. Leorio uses his other hand to hold your calf in place, lightly squeezing the meat.  

The med student squeezes an antibiotic cream onto his hand, gently applying a thin layer over the damaged skin. "Oh- God. Ouch."

Leorio snickers softly to himself over your position. "I thought you could handle this? It's just a little scratched." he giggles.

"Oh, hush." your muzzled voice comes out from behind your clenched teeth, almost as if you're a ventriloquist. "It's just that I've never had such strenuous care for my knee."

Leorio sets the medication next to him, finished with the 2nd step in cleaning your wound. "I'm a soon-to-be doctor!" he replies confidently. "You should have expected this when moving in with me!"

A hum sounds from deep in your throat, "Mm, true, true.” Agreeing with him, you notice Leorio grabbing the skin-colored gauze he had once stored in the bathroom drawers.

“Damn,” you taunted, “I was thinking a band-aid would do, but this is cool too.” Leorio stretches the gauze out, the sound of the stretch interrupts your voice.

“You know it.” He quickly wraps the bandage around your knee, almost quick enough for your eyes to only see the motion. Proving just how skilled he is at taking care of others.

He begins wrapping at your mid-calf, the start of the bandage at the outside of your knee. Without missing a beat, he starts to quickly and smoothly wrap the gauze around your leg, all the way up to your knee. Circling your knee a few extra times to be safe. He finishes the job by securing the bandage with some tape.

“Impressive!” His quick, swift wrapping has you giggling, charmed by his skills.

He smiles at you, slightly bending his long neck to meet your knee. He gives your clothed joint a brisk peck, laughing into the bandage. As his lips leave your knee, you eye a Leorio-sized wet lip print stamped onto the gauze.

“Feel better?” Leorio asks, moving all of his tools into one pile.

You beam at him, feeling butterflies after that gesture. As childish as it may have seemed. You wrap your hands around the sitting man, using all your strength to pull him up.

“Much better.” Even though the scratch wasn’t too painful in the first place, the kind act made you feel treasured.

He smiles at you with heart-shaped eyes, his swarthy iris’s flickered with pride. “I’m glad I could be of service.”

You giggle into his kiss, tickling yourself with your laughter. His Tea Shades are pressed onto your own closed eyes, sure to leave a small imprint.

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.

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.