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Lovesick
Tw: Yandere themes, noncon, dubcon, lemon, implied death, toxic relationships. If you are under the age of 18 or find this content upsetting, please do not proceed.
Your sore legs tremble as you curl in on yourself. Sticky fluid drips between your thighs, pooling onto the sheets below.
A shame, you just changed them.
You push down your building exasperation, instead, you take slow, steady breaths.
(in, out, in, out).
You listen to the sound of the cars speeding on the damp asphalt outside your window. You listen to the rustle of tree branches in the night’s breeze. You even listen to the foxes mating outside, if you let your mind wander a little bit, it’s like you can imagine someone screaming as they are brutally murdered.
That brings a small smile to your face.
You grip the sheets tighter, you can feel their soft fibres, you can feel the individual hairs sticking to your face, you can feel-
Sharp fingertips tracing the curves of your body.
And just like that, you are brought back to reality. The hot body plastered to your back is impossible to ignore, just as the hands that run languidly along your form are. You lay still as his gaze burns holes into your back, and for a second, you think that maybe if you are still enough, he’ll believe you’re asleep and leave you alone.
(Fat chance, when has he ever left you alone before?)
His nails graze the sensitive spot at the bottom of your spine and you can’t help but shudder under the touch. He chuckles softly in response.
“Love, you know I hate to be ignored, don’t you?” He whispers lowly, his tone deceptively benevolent, holding an implicit warning.
“And after we spent so long apart, you can’t possibly think I’d let our time together go to waste now would you?”
It’s as if he can sense what you are thinking. You feel your previous irritation bubble up, spilling over before you can put a lid on it.
“Isn’t that what this is?” You snap before you can think better of it.
“Hm?”
“A waste-”, you stupidly continue, “a waste of time, for the both of us, I mean, let's face it- this whole arrangement is no longer any fun.” Your words tail off slightly at the end, the weight of your misstep finally hitting you full force. The atmosphere in the room shifts almost instantaneously.
“Fun?” He asks, tone still light, if slightly strained.
If you were anyone else, you think, you would not have even recognised the switch from playful to livid in his tone. If you were literally anyone else, however, you wouldn’t have to.
You think about that sometimes, just how many people have met their end by simply misreading him, misunderstanding him. You used to pride yourself on that, thinking it made you special, immune to his sick desires and tendency to break things too quickly.
Oh, how wrong you were.
Learning to read him does little to save you from his ever changing moods and whims, something that was once both interesting and exhilarating now exhausting and sometimes downright terrifying.
Fun. Your relationship, if you could call it that, used to be fun, didn’t it?
“Yes, fun. Hisoka, you know?” You elaborate, “Ha ha, ‘you make me laugh so much I want to vomit’ fun?, or- ‘lets strip naked and jump into the river kind of fun,” you continue, bitterness clear in your voice. “Not, ‘I want to tear off your skin and wear it as my own’, or-, ‘lets beat each other black and blue until one of us can’t physically stand’, you know? That.. that's not fun at all.”
Realising the futility of your little rant, you cut yourself short, attempting to zone out once again.
You are, however, not given the chance as the Magician manhandles you onto your back and straddles your sides. The sheets silk slip off his form, and the Grecian contours of his naked body are illuminated in the low light.
No more words escape you as his face hovers directly above yours, one arm braced by your head, smile still plastered across his damn face. You stare back impassively into his narrowed gaze, tensing up. He’s pissed, that's for sure.
“Why not both, pet? I assure you, you look as pretty-”, slender digits encircle your neck, ‘‘black and blue’ as you do smiling, my dear.” He grins, cheerfully sinister. Then magician’s grip tightens without warning.
“Fffuck-,yyou.” you barely manage to wheeze out, beginning to struggle in his iron grip. You’re too weak to fight, you belatedly realise, after what he's put you through tonight.
To your dawning horror, you feel his length hardening once again against your stomach.
No way.
After weighing your options, you look up at him with pleading eyes, regretting your words.
You attempt to rasp out a desperate apology, only to be met with lovesick obsession in his honeyed gaze. Knowing begging will only fall on deaf ears, you stay like that, seemingly trapped within it, you fear if you look too long, you’ll be swallowed up by it.
“Your so mean to me, love,” he whines, faux-wounded, “after I left all those presents for you,” he breathes out heavily, his cheeks tinged pink, “and spent so much time making sure people would leave you alone,” he continues, over the sounds of you gasping for air, all the while grinding down onto you, “ and taking care of all your.. needs” he remarks mockingly as he grinds onto your clit, smirk broadening as he relishes your little gasps and shudders under his ministrations.
Ah yes, the presents. Hisoka is like a cat, you think, dropping dead animals at the feet of its owner and expecting a reward.
An extremely persistent, homicidal cat that is.
He releases your neck as you almost begin to pass out, black spots appearing in the corners of your vision. You splutter and gasp for air, having no time to appreciate your ability to breathe once again as he sheathes himself fully into your wet, cum filled cunt.
It’s all you can do to cry and whimper as you clench around his cock, helpless to do anything other than let him do what he wants to your weak mind and body. You take him in completely as he starts up a punishing pace, the redhead gripping your hips harshly, leaving purple, finger-sized indents.
Above you Hisoka moans wantonly, taking in your disheveled state: drool dripping from your chin, unshed tears shining in your eyes, the bloom of angry red and purple hickeys that litter your body. Weakly, you attempt to push him away. That earns you a swift backhand across the face.
“No Hiso… no no” you whine, one hand pressing against the stinging side of your face as the other claws at his back and shoulders desperately. Tears finally spill over. He moans once again as he laps the salty droplets up eagerly, slowing his thrusts in place of marking you more thoroughly.
You cling to him desperately, hoping he'll be done with you soon.
You’ll never admit it, but both of you know he’s correct in the fact that he takes care of your needs. He knows your body too well after all. You sob when he focuses on your neck and jawline, sucking on that spot beneath your ear; he knows every little part of you, all your sensitive spots and how to exploit them in order to make you scream and shudder beneath his touch.
Your mind begins to wonder, about those lonely nights, when he disappears for months at a time; and how you touch yourself desperately, unable to recreate the sensations he creates.
You think about the men you tried to fill that hole with.
You think about the small pieces of them you found afterwards.
His voice breaks you from your musings.
“Where’s that bravado from before, Pet?” He remarks, tone drizzled with condescension, before lavishing more open mouthed kisses along your neck. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he whispers, “that there's someone else you could possibly belong to other than me, tell me you don’t love me.” He coos, stroking along your face, your collarbone, your breasts.
“I- I don’t” you croak out feebly.
Your chest hurts.
Both of you can sense the lack of conviction in your tone. You stare at him in disbelief.
First your body, now has your mind decided to betray you too?
You must not be feeling well.
There’s just no way you could still love him. Not after what he’d done to you, it was impossible, right?
Impossible, just like enjoying being continually fucked against your will by your crazy stalker and ex-boyfriend.
Impossible.
Your chest hurts. Why does your face feel wet?
Hisoka’s eyes widen a fraction, the tense atmosphere from before dissipates. It seems your understanding of each other goes both ways.
You shake your head frantically, willing him to understand, to not take this the wrong way. You weren’t in love with him. Never. Not in a million years.
“No-“ you begin, cut off by the passionate kiss he captures your lips in. He kisses you deeply, less rough than before, more tongue and less teeth.
After what feels like eternity, the redhead detaches from you with a wet pop as his eyes capture yours once again. You pant, your wet cheeks aflame with both anger and embarrassment.
“I knew you would come around my love, I just didn’t expect it so soon, hm?” He says delightedly, the smile on his face abnormally authentic.
Hisoka tilts his head, peering down at you in silent awe, the Magician‘s pace slowing and deepening, just how you like it. You twitch around him in response.
“You must like me an awful lot, considering our history, pet. I have to say, you might be sick in the head.” He whispers almost mockingly. He presses a soft kiss to your temple as he strokes your face, his eyes filled with adoration.
“Although I don’t mind it, one bit”, the bastard remarks, having the audacity to wink down at you as he whispers conspirationaly. Your lip curls in disgust, your anger rising. More tears drip down your face. His thumb comes down to press against your plush lips.
You grit your teeth.
Then you go against what any rational person would do and bite down on his hand. Hard.
He hisses lightly, whether in pleasure or pain you don't care, as you use this distraction to head butt him in the face with full force. Blood gushes from his nose and you take in the sight with glee, hoping to slip out from under him as he's dazed.
Despite the pain you’ve inflicted on him, he remains steady, clutching you tighter as he stares down at you, eyes widened. Some of the blood from his nose drops on to your face as you struggle to no avail in his grip.
You pretty much figured this would be the case. Stil, there's satisfaction to be gained from his shocked expression.
You should be upset by your helplessness. Your inability to harm him properly.
The fact that you might still love him.
Fuck. Fuck
Instead, you laugh. You laugh and laugh and laugh. A scratchy, shrill sound aided by your bruised windpipe.
You laugh harder as you feel his cock twitch and harden further inside you, his blood warm and dripping on your face. Hisoka’s expression crinkles into one of delight. Of course he’s aroused by this. Of course.
He joins in too, cackling as he restarts his rough pace from before, and as you smile to yourself, arms looping around his neck, you think he may be right, you must be sick in the head.
Hisoka, but make him wear Harley Quinn's clothes 👁️👄👁️✨ honestly, I'm obsessed with him (also, it's just a sketch so pls don't mind me being messy 😭)
Slutty Showers
Hisoka x fem!reader
18+
Smut, Shower sex, mentions of blood, established relationship, fem reader. Hisoka fucks you and then treats you right.
Third Person Pov
The sound of skin slapping together your moans were echoing against the shower walls. The warm water cascaded over your bodies as Hisokas cock was hitting your walls so good that it make your brain foggy. His hands were gripping your tits while is fingers were pinching your nipples hard. It stung but god it made you feel so good. His mouth was biting and sucking on the soft skin on your neck. He began sucking on the hickeys he’d given you the night before while he was pushing your body to its limits. The two of you had been going at it for a long time yet his pace never faltered. You swear this man his an incredible amount of stamina.
Suddenly you were being picked up and your back was pushed against the wall. His hands grabbed your legs and forced them around his waist, not like you were complaining. You then put both of your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. It was a fiery kiss that sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. His tongue went inside you mouth which you let happen. His cock wasn’t inside you and you were aching without him. He knew this and you could feel him smirk against your mouth. After some more time of teasing you he thrusted himself into you which caused you to yelp with pleasure and pain. His pace quickened and you began moaning his name like a prayer while your hands began scratching his back. You knew he loved pain so you made sure that you scratched enough to make his back bleed. He began to moan loudly as well. His golden eyes met yours with a lustful and love full gaze. His hand came down and he started to rub my clit meaning he was holding you with one arm. You two kept this eye contact until you felt that familiar bubbling feeling and you could tell he was close too.
“Hisoka, I’m gonna cum” you moaned out
“Mmm good cum for me, my flower” he grunted
After a few more minutes you came hard on his cock. His name was moaned over and over again and your nails dug into his skin even harder than before. Then Hisoka came shooting his cum inside your walls while he was still thrusting inside you. You were on birth control so he knew you were okay with it. He thrusted inside you until his cock softened. At that point you had lost feeling in you legs. Hisoka turned the shower off and carried you out of the shower and put you on the counter.
He then grabbed your towel and started drying you off while giving your forehead a kiss. This was the Hisoka you knew. He was sweet to you and he didn’t say it often but you knew he loved you and you loved him too. He’s a very strange man, but he’s loyal to you which you thought wouldn’t happen when you two got together. But just by the way he’s looking at you know you know how much he cares for you.
After you were dry you took his towel which of course was pink and began drying him. His body looks like it was sculpted by the gods. Hisoka could tell you were admiring him because of how long you took to dry him. This made his ego get even worse than it already was. When you were done you reached up and pressed a long loving kiss on his lips and then looked into his eyes and smiled. He then picked you up once more and took you to your shared bed. The two of you cuddled while Hisoka talked about his abilities and how beautiful he thought you two were. Despite how rough he is, he always is sweet after the two of you have very hard sex. After a little while of Hisoka babbling you fell fast asleep. He noticed after a while and chuckled at your cute expression. He then gently kissed your cheek and looked at you before saying…
“I love you, my Darling Y/n”
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Carnival
Hisoka x Reader
Fluff, short fic, Hisoka takes you to a carnival. Image.
Imagine Hisoka taking you out on a date to the carnival. Both hand in hand walking around at night with the lights glowing through out the scenery. It’s beautiful and the aroma of food fills your nostrils. Hisoka sensed this and immediately bought you something delicious that the two of you could share. After eating the two of you go up to the Ferris wheel. There Hisoka tells you that he loves you. And for the first time ever he feels safe, protected, and truly loved. You told him you felt the same and the already perfect night, got a whole lot sweeter.
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Why? Pt. 2
Hisoka x reader
Hurt, comfort, fluff. Hisoka and you talk about your past relationship.
Your Pov
It’s been four months now since Hisoka broke my heart. My daydreaming has started to slow down and I no longer cry over that man. He’s gone and now I’ve truly come to terms with it. I miss him, but I need to move on. I’m worth more than what he told me I was. I’m strong and I need to remember that. My boss, Kyo, has been nagging me to go out with my co worker Yuji. He’s a sweet man and very considerate, but I think I’m going to focus on myself for awhile. I need to know myself and who I am.
Six months later…
Now it’s been ten months since Hisoka broke my heart. And I can definitely say I’ve completely moved on. My heart is healed and I’ve been able to focus on myself. Last month I moved into a new apartment in a safer part of the city and much closer to the bakery. Moving was so therapeutic for me and peaceful. I haven’t felt that kind of peace in a very long time.
However, I couldn’t help this nagging feeling that I was being watched by someone. I wore it off as me being a little nervous about living in a new place. I checked everywhere and even got a camera to put in my house just in case and fought nothing. So I wore that feeling off as nerves. I’m safe and men like Hisoka won’t hurt me again. But deep down I still feel love for him. Even after all of this time. All I can ask myself is… why?
Two months later…
Third person pov
It has been a full year since Hisoka had left you. A full year since he heard you laugh. A fully year since he felt your touch. A full year since he felt your love. A full year since he broke your heart. He had already taken care of the threat at hand. They are gone and dead. He made sure of that. He even buried them so deep in the ground that if they were dead, they would suffocate before they reached the surface.
That was three months ago. So why hasn’t he come back to you? The threat was gone. And Hisoka still loved you with a fiery passion. Maybe it was because he was scared? Maybe he couldn’t find the words? Maybe he didn’t feel deserving? He didn’t know. What he did know what that he really did love you. Hell, he needed you. And Hisoka has never needed anyone in his life. He’s independent and gets what he wants and who he wants. But he wants you. He’s never truly wanted something more in his life. And he know that if he doesn’t have and love you again then life for him will never be enjoyable again.
Watching you from a safe distance, he saw the way you were smiling at the customers. How sweet you were and he felt jealousy. He knew that if he hadn’t have broken you as he did, you would be in his arms this very second giving him that same enchanting smile.
He then noticed your co worker, Yuji. How he smiled at you. How he looked at you. And Hisoka hated it. He noticed how you smiled at him. And he hated it. His bloodlust began to leak. He couldn’t stop his bubbling rage within him. He couldn’t handle this torture any longer. He finally made a decision. To get you back no matter what.
Your Pov
I felt a chill run down my spine. It was a familiar chill that only belonged to one person. But I thought that was impossible. He’s gone. And he’s not coming back. He told me that I wasn’t useful to him. That he was bored of me. So why would he be here? The door to the bakery suddenly opened. I turned my head as I normally would and to my despair… there he stood. The man I thought I would never see again… Hisoka Morrow was standing right in front of me.
I froze. He looked the same as he did a year ago. Except he wasn’t wearing his normal outfit. He was sporting a sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans. He hair was down and his make up was removed showing his beautiful pale features. God, I almost forgot how handsome he was. How his piercing golden eyes felt looking in to mine. How sharp his jawline was. How plump his lips were. How soft his skin looked. Hisoka Morrow truly is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.
I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt his hand touch my cheek and wipe my tear away. I have no idea why, but I let him do it. I missed this feeling. I missed touch. And god his smell. A mixture of fruit and sandalwood. I realized right then and there that no matter what, I would always love him.
Finally, I came to my senses. This was the man that shattered my heart and left me to suffer. This was the man that called me useless. This was the man that lied to me for years. Why on earth would I allow him to touch me in the way. He doesn’t get to do that anymore. With that thought, I smacked his hand away and scolded him.
“What the hell are you doing here Hisoka!” I spat
“Darling, I am here to apologize. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. For how I hurt you-“
“I really don’t care how you feel now.” I interrupted.
“You can’t just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you for what you have done. Please go away. I’m working and I don’t have time for you”
“Darling I-“ Hisoka tried to say
“Don’t call me that”
Hisoka took a deep breath. 
“Y/n, please can we at least take this somewhere else. Please I need to tell you this. Even if you don’t forgive me I just need you to know how I truly feel.” He spoke calmly
I shouldn’t have have said no, but I felt compelled to say yes. I told Kyo that I needed to take my break early. She was hesitant but understood the importance of the situation at hand. Hisoka and I went to the nearby park. The walk was silent, but somehow not uncomfortable. After five minutes we were at a more secluded place at the park. It was almost romantic and felt like a place he would’ve taken me if the situation was much different.
“Y/n” Hisoka said breaking the silence
“Hisoka” I said in almost a whisper.
Hisoka turned to me and my breath fought in my throat because I saw something that I never knew I would ever see. Hisoka was crying. His eyes were puffy and he had some dried tears on his face.
“Y/n, I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you. I don’t know the extent of it, but I know you were hurt because of my actions. I know I’m not the best man in the world, but I made you a promise and I broke that promise. I’m not trying to condone my actions, but I was threatened. The threat is gone now and honestly they were easier to dispose of than I thought.” Hisoka said in a regretful tone.
“Hisoka why didn’t you tell me any of this? Why, why weren’t you honest with me?” I asked eagerly.
“ Because I couldn’t lose you!” Hisoka exclaimed. “My flower you are the most important thing I have ever had and I truly love you.” Hisoka said as he moved closer to me with tears in both our eyes.
“I said those awful things to try and protect you. I thought that if I had hurt you, that you would forget about me. You would realize how bad I was and find someone you could love. Someone that you would never have to feel unsafe with. I just wanted to protect you and I thought that by me leaving, you would be safe”
“You’re such an idiot Hiso! I love you. I always have. I’ve spent the last year trying to forget about you. I’ve worked on my mental health and did things more for myself. I did do some healing in the process, but you were still on my mind. I couldn’t get you out no matter what I tried.” I said as I reached out and held his face lovingly. 
Hisoka had a shocked expression on his face that was also filled with love.
“Please will you give me another chance to fix the wrongs I have made. I promise that I will never hurt you as I have again. My heart tore knowing what I did to you. And I have always regretted losing you my flower. You don’t have to say anything now, but please consider it.” Hisoka pleated.
“You hurt me so much Hisoka I need some time to think things over.”
“I understand flower I will give you as much time as you need.” Hisoka said lovingly.
One week later…
Maybe I’m stupid or maybe I’ve just made the best decision of my life. But I can’t help the way I feel for him. Knowing what he did out of love for me makes me rethink this past year. I will insist on taking things slow, but I simply cannot stop loving him.
Reaching for my phone, I texted him and asked him to meet at the park like we did a week ago. He responded within a minute and agreed. I was nervous about this. Overthinking about how bad all of this could go again. But I just can’t help my feelings. After a ten minute walk I finally made it to the park where I saw Hisoka standing in the same spot we were in a week ago.
“Hisoka” I called out
Hisoka turned to me and looked at me with an expression full of love. One that I haven’t seen in a long time.
“My darling ” he smiled
“I’ve made my decision.” I said with full confidence.
“I will give you a second chance because I simply cannot help my feelings for you. This might be the dumbest thing I could do, but I’m willing to take that chance. With that said I wanna take things a little slow with you. And build up our relationship again.” I spoke feeling hopeful
“Thank you, thank you for giving me this chance, flower” Hisoka beamed.
Suddenly he came up to me and embraced me. God, it felt like I was home again. I always did feel so safe in his arms. Breathing him in. Feeling his warmth. I felt so happy in that moment. And honestly I didn’t want to let go. I knew that Hisoka didn’t want to either based on how tight he was hugging me. Everything felt good again. Everything felt truly peaceful. And now I feel as thought I won’t need to ever ask…
Why?
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Part 1 / Part 2
Why? Pt.1
Hisoka x reader
Angst, hurt, a sprinkle of fluff. Hisoka tells you that he no longer loves you…
Your pov
Why? That’s the question I keep asking myself. Why did he go? What did I do? That night replays in my head like a broken record. It drains me and it makes me ill. He made so many promises to me. Promises I knew he wouldn’t keep, but I thought maybe I’d be different. Maybe I could be the one he could love. I have so much, but got nothing in return. Now he’s gone. Probably off with someone else saying the same things he said to me. Hisoka is a liar and a true heartbreaker. But I truly cannot see myself not loving him. It’s been three months since I’ve seen him or even heard anything from him. But what do I care? He’s the one that left. I can’t keep crying into my pillow at night wishing he was there. He’s never coming back and it’s time to move on. 
Truth is, moving on isn’t as easy as I wanted it to be. I’m currently working at the bakery I’ve worked at for years. Serving customers as I normally would. Putting on my pretty fake smile and voice so that no one can see my raging pain. He “loved” me more than anyone I had ever been with before. He showed me things that I would’ve never seen if it weren’t for him. My chest feels like a open would that will never heal no matter what I try. My boss, Kyo, is starting to notice how I drift off into my own thoughts. She never says anything, but I know she’s worried. She’s always been so caring. Kyo was the first person I went to after Hisoka left. I never told her what happened and she never asked. I appreciate that from her because I wish I didn’t have to constantly remember that night…
Three months ago…
I waited for him like I always did. Hisoka never stayed for more than a week at a time. Always saying he had work to do and how important it was. I never questioned him about it because I understood the importance of my own job.
I suddenly heard the front door open. Sitting up from the couch I greeted him with the same sweet smile I always gave him. Despite his absence, I still loved him. And I always had hope that once his job was done, we could go back to how we were before.
This time was different, he didn’t smile back. In fact he looked at me like I was a total stranger. He stood there with the door still open staring at me not saying a word. It’s was strange and I swear I got a chill down my spine from the intensity. My throat got dry and my anxiety was high. I knew something was wrong, but I never could imagine the words that wold come out of his mouth…
“I have no need for you any longer. You are far too weak for someone like me. You no longer interest me. Look at you. You’re a mess. You look like you’ve aged since I’ve been gone. Thankfully after tonight I will never have to lay a single eye on your pathetic self.” Hisoka said with laced with venom.
I froze. I couldn’t move. All those years of “I love you’s.” All those years of him saying I didn’t need to be strong that my love was strong enough. How beautiful I was to him. How he told me he cared for me. Now, all gone with a single paragraph of hurtful words.
“Why?” I whispered
“Like I said I have no use for you any longer.” Hisoka spoke matter-of-factly
My heart shattered with his words. He meant it. He was telling the truth. This was as serious as I’ve ever heard him. My eyes poured and my body felt hot. Hisoka just stood there watching. Staring at my broken figure. Finally, after a few minutes, he turned around and walked out of my life forever…
Back to present…
Back out of my daze I finally noticed a customer staring at me with an uncomfortable expression on their face. I quickly apologized and received their order. As much as I want to move on and know I should. I still cannot get over him. But I will try because that’s all I can do. He’s gone and he’s never coming back. He never loved me, he only used me until he got bored of me. Never again will I allow anyone to treat me with such heartbreak.
But I still ask myself… “Why?”
*Third person pov*
What you didn’t know, was Hisoka was there. He was dressed in average street clothing. His hair was down and his makeup removed to show his rather pale but handsome complexion. He was peaking through the bakery window. Enough to see you, but not enough for you to see him. Watching you with a melancholy expression. He had been coming to that same spot every day since he broke your heart. He broke your heart because he was threatened and he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to fight alone. No one knew the two of you were together, but it was only a matter of time. Hisoka regrets what he did. And if time allows and the threat is gone… he vowed to do everything to win back your heart and fix the shattered pieces. He never understood how you made him love you. All he can think of is your love and your passion and a single word that constantly swims in his mind… “Why?”
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Will write prompts for 1 character. Scroll down for prompt list/ your own prompt.
What I’ll Write-
I’m willing to write for anyone as long as I am able to have some time to research the character(s) I’m not familiar with. I mostly specialize in anime. I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is a month or so depending on the context of the request. If I do take longer I will make a note informing you or post an announcement on my page. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. I will write mythical creatures but they cannot be romantic or sexual. Will write for vampires, or any creature that appears human. If you do not specify what gender you'd like reader to be in, then I'll make them gender neutral. PLEASE BE SPECIFIC WITH YOUR REQUESTS.
If you have any questions about your request, please message me and I’ll get to you as soon as I can!💜
What I won’t write-
I won’t write anything to do with rape(meaning rape scenes I will do mentions and the traumas with that, but not the actual event itself) , bestiality, necrophilia, incest, tentacle porn, anyone younger than 18 (if you do request someone under 18, I will make them the proper age still iffy though), gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), and I’m not sure how I feel about big age gaps. Also, I’m not comfortable doing NSFW. If you have any questions about your request please feel free to message me!
*I might not always write everyone’s requests.*
Head-Cannons/Drabbles
Rules- Can only request up to 3 characters for 1 prompt. Can be 18 plus but be specific with what you’d like and your prompt. You can request numbers from the list.
Example of a head-cannon request: #1 with luffy, Sanji, and Zoro.(then add your specifics)
Here are some prompts/scenarios (feel free to request prompts/ scenarios too)
Prompt/Scenario List(Examples)
1) “I don’t know what we are anymore.”
2) “you’re more than enough for me”
3) “why did it have to be her/him/they/them?”
4) “what are we?”
5) “Am I beautiful?”
6) Calling them your husband/wife/spouse
7) Getting a pet together
8) Rescuing Them
9) Getting Rescued
10) “Can we get a dog/cat?”
11) Catching them cheating
12) Them catching you cheating
13) Watching them die
14) them watching you die
15) “Why can’t people know about us?”
16) “it’s been awhile.”
17) “Leave me alone!”
18) “I’m pregnant”
19) they say something hurtful during an argument.
20) you say something hurtful during an argument.
Thanks for reading💜
-LWL
Arena Angel
(Chapter 2)
Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)
Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)
“Hey, Y/N, you ok to go on break?”
“If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take the glock out from under my desk and shoot me.”
You practically scrambled away from your desk, barely remembering to flip the sign on your kiosk to closed before leaving.
Work wasn’t hard, but it was dull - emotionally taxing, if you will. Dealing with dumb customers and dumber coworkers will drain a girl, and quick. At least before your incident, you had your side gig to tend to, getting your mind off the boring shit and raking in a lil extra cash at the same time. Was it against arena policy? No..? Maybe? You don’t know, but as long as no one snitched, everyone was winning.
After all, the key to success is knowing your audience, and in this case, you were perfectly suited.
A nen healer surrounded by competitive fighters. Fork found in kitchen, right?
Anyways, the downside is, your side gig was physically taxing, rather than emotionally. Explaining the mechanics of it to non nen users was far too irritating, and so it could only be exacted when on duty on floors 200+.
Well, besides. With such annoying drawbacks, you charged quite the price for a job, and not many others could afford it.
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You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your eyes as you poured yourself a coffee from a pit that had already been cold a couple of hours.
At this rate, you’d never get back to the top. Mimi could hold a grudge, and she doesn’t owe you any favours currently. Your best bet would be covering someone else’s shift - yes, you would prove yourself trustworthy again.
You just needed a chance.
“Fuck!” A quiet curse came from outside the break room, startling you from your scheming.
“Everything ok, Mimi?”
You could hear the phone ringing - no one picked up. Mimi mumbled out a soft ‘fuck off’ upon realising no one was answering, before the swift click of her flip phone snapping shut rang through the air.
“Y/N. You’re not scheduled for tonight, are you? But you’re free..?”
You felt giddy. Had you really manifested this into existence? You wiped your clammy palms on your skirt before answering her.
“Uh yeah, I’m not on schedule. B-but I’m free though..” you cleared your throat, hoping your stutter was unnoticeable.
“Good. I need you to cover for Lola. She called out sick for the fourth time this week.”
Well, we all know Lola didn’t actually call out - she just didn’t show up, probably hanging out with her boyfriend instead.
Hey, the girl’s got priorities, you can respect that.
BUT, Lola always got flood 200. Fuckjng suck up. At least it worked out in your favour this time.
“Sounds good. 8pm-6am shift, right?” You spoke as you walked away, flipping open your phone.
Time to let everyone know we’re back in business.
A/N: short chapter which is just exposition really, but I’m trying to get used to writing again. More coming I promise
TAGLIST: @screaming-crying-screamingagain
@holoimtrans17 @keepmeinurpocket
@frog-fans-unite
Arena Angel
(Chapter 1)
Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)
Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)
Bzzt… bzzt… bzzt
With what most would deem unnecessary violence, you smacked your alarm clock with all the rage one can muster at 5:00am.
“W-what time is it?”
Sleepy mumbles cascaded from your lips, as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, trying to shake the sleep from them. Forcing yourself upright, you at once your bed for a moment, contemplating your options.
You could get up now, or be late for work.
“God, I hate this fucking job.”
I mean, working at the notorious Heaven’s Arena wasn’t all bad - the pay was good, you worked with friends, and there were plenty of hot men to stare at (if you could ignore their psychotic personalities), but the early mornings really did suck.
“I swear to god, as soon as I can afford it I’m quitting this god forsaken job.”
Despite your grievances, you still found the motivation to drag a comb through your hair, throw on some makeup to hide the visible bags under your eyes, and don your rather eccentric (but kinda cunty?) uniform.
Admiring yourself in the mirror, you picked at the uniform with a slight frown.
“Holy shit, am I sexy in this uniform.”
With a sudden surge of energy, you slapped your cheeks for courage and headed off to work.
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“Hmm, coffee really does make everything better!” With eyes extremely alert and a beaming smile, you skipped over to your manager’s office to learn your assignment for the day.
‘Mimi! It’s been too long, baby!”
“Y/N, you literally saw me 8 hours ago.” With an exasperated sigh, your manager got up from her desk to approach you.
“You’re on sign-in duty today. No complaints this time, honey.”
“Awh, but Mimi, it’s so fucking boringggg!” You shook her arm gently, whining at your assignment for the day.
Sign-in duty sucked. You had to act all happy and shit to meet these wannabe fighters who likely wouldn’t even make it to the tenth floor.
“Baby, please, at least let me work the desk on 100!”
Mimi groaned at your persistence. Shaking your limbs away from her arm until you released her, she returned to her desk.
“Nothing I can do, honey. You’re gonna have to suck it up today.”
With a groan befitting an annoyed teenager, you dragged your feet and stumbled out of Mimi’s office. You grumbled under your breath as you slammed the door for effect, trying to emphasise your displeasure.
“Don’t slam my fucking door, missy!” A yell came from behind the door, as you hastily jogged away. Mimi sure knew how to ruin your day with relative ease. I mean, you loved the girl, but fuck did she give you the worst assignments.
Once again, you began whining to yourself as you made your way towards the elevator.
“There’s literally never anyone interesting to speak to there. This is why Melanie works the sign-in desk: there’s nothing going on in that fucking head of her’s. I, on the other hand, am a fucking Nen user, and I’m not ever allowed to work on the 200’s anymore.” Rambling to yourself as you stomped into the elevator, you waved your hands around for emphasis.
“I mean, I slapped a participant one time, ONE FUCKING TIME, and I get borderline demoted. Bullshit, if you ask me.” With unnecessary force you slammed the ground floor button on the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited to arrive at the bottom of the building.
A dark air seemed to gather around you, deterring watchful stares from people passing by, as you slumped down into your chair, putting on your game face.
“Ok, Y/N. You’re gonna be the best fucking greeter ever so we can have maybe fun at this job again.”
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Maybe this was your own personal purgatory. Your face hurt from smiling, the amount of ego stroking you’ve already done is mind numbing, and it’s not even noon.
The line still extends for hundreds of meters, and with no end in sight, you accepted your fate with a grimace.
“Killuaaaa, how long is this gonna take??” You suddenly hear an impatient whine a few people down.
You mumble to yourself, “me too kid.”
“Gon, would a little patience kill you? We’re almost there.” The huffing of another young boy catches your attention.
It’s not everyday young children show up to fight he, but then again, you can’t sense any aura from them - other from the usual leaking of course.
‘Maybe I’m getting my hopes up. At least they sound interesting - they’re fucking loud though.’
With a forced smile, you greet the pair. “Hello boys! Are you here to sign up on this fine, fine morning?” The white haired kid widens his eyes slightly, taking in your form.
“That smile looks painful.” Well, this has just killed any baby fever you have ever experienced. The green haired boy clearly needs to work on his social skills.
“Yeah well, ego stroking all day’ll do that to you, kid. Can I help you?” Slightly irked, you try to stay polite, making eye contact with the white haired boy.
“Wait a minute, do I know you? You feel familiar..” you trail off, unsure if you recognise him.
“You’ve aged poorly, old hag.”
“OLD HAG? Is that you, Killua?” Wholly unimpressed, you glare at the cheeky brat. “I’m literally 20. I was 14 the last time you saw me.”
He waved his hand, acting unbothered. “Yeah, yeah, woman. Just sign us up.”
“Well what the fuck’s this kids name, huh? Finally made a friend? Who knew you were capable of socialising, mr assassin.”
The green haired boy’s eyes flitted between the two of you, confused by the witty banter. Pointing at himself, he finally spoke up.
“I’m Gon. It’s nice to meet you, desk lady!”
“Please don’t call me that. I’m Y/N, kid. Nice to meet you. Anyways, let’s get you two signed up. Hopefully I’ll get to see more of you. It’s nice to have familiar faces occasionally.” After a few moments of admin and paper work, you finally set the two boys up.
“ookay, Killua you are number #2054, and Gon is #2055. You guys can head in, and when they call your number, head to the stated arena for your first fight.” You scribble something on a piece of paper and slide it to Killua. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything. I’m working on working my way back up the corporate ladder following my last incident.”
Killua snorts at the memory. He’s still astounded you managed to take a fully grown man down with a single slap after he groped you.
“Sweet, I’ll text you if Gon needs babysitting.” Killua grabs Gon by the shoulders, steering him towards the door, despite the boys whines at the insult. You send them off with a chuckle, more determined than ever to get back to the 200’s.
After all, you rather missed your side gig.
A/N: not proofread so sorry if bad grammar lol. this is gonna be a very silly fic. I need the hxh fandom to be reborn so I am contributing fanfics.