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[evilzoldyck]

Hottest Flower Boy

“You need help, babe?” A girl you knew passively proposed when she saw you struggling to spread your brand new body glitter down your legs. Smiling in relief at her offer, you gave a small thanks before handing her the bottle and stood upright for easier access, allowing her to properly apply the lotion evenly across your skin.

“There you go.” She gave you a playful slap to your ass when she was done.

Turning around, you both studied how the light reflected off of your skin in the mirror while occasionally shifting around to see the how iridescent the product actually was.

Being a stripper, or a performer as you would like to prefer, meant that you constantly had to keep up with appearances. This meant flawless skin, hair, makeup, anything to sell the fantasy to the guys that come in the club willing to spend their money dry for some attention.  

Aside from the hefty pocket full of ones that you leave with every morning, it wasn’t a particularly glamorous job. Rather most times, it was physically and mentally strenuous. Dancing for hours on end on those gravity defying heels left you with a bit of bruises and muscle strain on a particularly busy nights. Not to mention the general perverts and constantly having to deal with customers that had too much to drink took a bit of toll on your state of health.

However it’s nothing a couple thousand Jenny couldn’t fix.

Originally you were in it to pay off your student loans. Being a fresh graduate out of university meant you learned the hard way of finding just how competitive and painfully insufficient opportunities were out there. Learning through the grapevine that the nightclubs in the city pays pretty well, you quickly applied yourself to the new environment of the red-light district and the turbulent nights.

In a week, you were completely enthralled by it all. The fast life, the neon lights blinding your vision, the growing zeroes on your bank account. You had not only paid off your loans in just a shy of a year working here, but you had also just paid off your car you’d bought under your name a month ago. Now you were currently working on paying off your mortgage on a high rise apartment located in the heart of the city.

With your luck in financial prosperity, sometimes you couldn’t help that this was just too good to be true. But you quickly learned that just like every other job, there were times where it was just unbearable.

Through the heavy bass of the music reverberating through the walls that reached to the main dressing room, you could hear the sudden chaos that ensued in the club with ease. It wasn’t until you heard a small set of explosives set off did you and couple other girls came running to the backstage door to investigate the commotion.

“Go get your fucking dog.” The girl that was previously working on the floor spat out your name venomously, pushing your shoulder acerbically as she hurried her gait backstage. You didn’t take it personally, instead you were left agape once you saw the state of being. Her beautiful red locks frizzed and burnt from what looks like a spontaneous combustion, like someone tried to set her hair on fire. Her face and front was also smudged in charcoal like debris, ruining her expensive outfit and makeup.

This was definitely no accident, this was deliberate.

Her friend closer to her social circle came rushing in after her, undoubtedly to comfort her shaking sobs that could be heard from the other side of the bathroom door.

It wasn’t until you turned your face towards the entrance did you saw the one responsible for creating such an entrance.

Head tilted back in playful laughter, Genthru clutched his sides while his friends howled at his latest cruel practical joke. The manager, as much as he was fuming when he carelessly threw the Jennys in his face, silently picked up the highest number bills off of the floor and disappeared into his office.

This was one of the things you loathed in a workplace like this, where the disrespect can be bought. Every fibre of your being was lit in animosity whenever guys like these come in. Where they could do anything they please because they’re untouchable with their stacks of dirty money. Guys who genuinely believed that they’re the next Phantom Troupe, like they really think they won’t either end up dead sooner or later or get caught by the law.

Familiar set of piercing blue eyes caught your deer-like ones, his chesire grin relaxing into a sultry pull before a cock of his head leading to the VIP room gestured for you to obediently follow.

Unfortunately for you, this particular man was your regular.

In this industry, having a returning customer was a financial benefit for everybody. The economics of the business would remain reliable, your income would stay stable and thus the club will thrive. And though Genthru would spend a considerable amount on you with a consistent purchase of a private dance along with two of the most expensive bottles the club offers, sometimes it just wasn’t enough to deal with his crap for the rest of the night.

“Hey! Looking good Finn, been laying off the beer?” he callously placed a hand on the bodyguard’s shoulder while he glared at the boisterous man behind his black shades, already used to his infuriating antics. And though the guard could easily overpower him in a physical sense with his bulky eight foot frame against Genthru’s lean and lithe stature, he kept his professionalism, aware of his strange “Nen” powers that could set off a severe detonation should you let him get close to you.

It was a power you were also aware of, making your time spent with him quite taxing on your nerves. You’ve seen his “Little Flowers” first hand when you wouldn’t stop dancing for another guy. It took a lot of pleading for him to compose himself and let go of the man’s terrified face from his hand. You took a mental note of his domineering personality when you spent that early morning cleaning up the destroyed pieces of light fixtures in the club.  

The heavy door closed in the second you entered, trapping you with the blond man who took his seat in the middle of the room with such familiarity.

Genthru reclined back on the round velvet couch, cockily spreading his legs all the while keeping his gaze fixed upon your face that twisted in disapproval.

“Come on, I spend all this fucking money on you and you can’t even give me a smile?” Though his choice of words were sharp, they still carried an air of playfulness. “Come in, princess. Let’s be professional about this.”

You rolled your eyes but nevertheless advanced towards him, throwing one of your legs over his hips, straddling him in the process. The curl of his lips widened as he eased up on the feel of your skin against him, twirling your own hips as he watched languidly behind his silver glasses.

“What did you do now, Genthru?” you murmured whilst keeping your sultry pace, ignoring the green stack he had ready at his disposal.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes to the back of his head before lazily returning it back to you. “It was just a joke-“ You scoffed at his half-assed defence. “Don’t look at me like that. If it makes you feel better she was trying to steal your man away from you.”

“You mean my usual Friday pay check.” You quipped back.

It was no secret that Genthru was your regular, and it wasn’t a secret either he could blow a couple hundred thousand in just one night. Still, that didn’t make it right for him to set fire on the girl’s hair, even if he was a generous patron to the establishment.

“What can I say? I’m a loyal man,” he chuckles airily. You disregarded his arrogant demeanour and turned around instead, not wishing to see his smug face raking his eyes all over your body.

“Aww are you mad right now?” His fingers ghosted your naked sides while one of his hands parted your hair to one side, brushing his mouth over your shoulder and neck before resting his chin against it. “Did I piss off my princess again?” Genthru whispered, sending light breaths that tickled the side of your ear.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Though his saccharine coated apology held no vestige of accountability for his actions, he continued to repeat it as if it would appease you.

Genthru hummed when you ran your fingers through his gelled up hair, trying to forget that through the hazed atmosphere of the red lit room Genthru was just another customer and not the incorrigible man you knew too well.

“What are you doing here?” He breathed, reaching his hands towards your face but you naturally pulled away to stand sensually before him. Genthru’s initial pinched expression conveyed his annoyance at the loss of contact. Nonetheless, he forced himself to relax back as he rested his arms on top of the couch, trying to appreciate the view instead.  

“I just like to dance,” you sighed in reply.

Not this conversation again. Every time he comes in, he always had to bring up the fact that you weren’t the kind of girl he would find working the pole.

Whatever that means.

His brows raised in disbelief. “That’s it? You just like to dance?” He parroted back. You paid no heed to his scepticism and just hummed in confirmation, slowly pulling your top down to give him a tease of what’s underneath before letting it go only to cover it once again.

Genthru smirked in cynicism all the while sliding his fingers through his hair and rested his head back. “Then let me take you home and you can dance your heart out.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Why? Because of the money?” Your lack of reply unfortunately didn’t stop his endeavours. “You know I’m a wealthy man, think of a price and I’ll meet it five times.”

His annoying prattle halted when you revealed your tits from the confines of your silky top.

“No,” you shook your head innocently down at him and Genthru couldn’t find it in himself to be offended.

Taking out the neglected Jenny out of his pocket, he threw the bills around you, appreciating the view in silent ardour.

Genthru would never admit himself, but he would crawl on his knees just to have you on his bed for even just one night. It’s no brainer that he thinks you’re the prettiest bunch out of these girls, and though his infatuation with you would primarily seemed to be of a purely physical attraction, there was a reason why he couldn’t leave you alone. There was just something sweet about you that he would love to do nothing more than to corrupt.

Though he couldn’t praise you enough in his mind, he absolutely despised the fact that you work here out of all places. The idea that you bared your body to another man that wasn’t him had his blood boiling in rage. It vehemently disgusted him to the fact that he had Sub and Bara watch over to make sure no other man approached you.

Money came to him easily through his thoroughly executed plans. Just like others in this dog eat dog world he had to hustle to make it to the top, and he was willing to step over dead bodies to do whatever it takes. However he had to admit defeat that you had him work overtime for your attention.

Though he was well versed in the field of psychology, he couldn’t fake a façade in front of you. Genthru wasn’t immune to the characteristics that make a man. Every time he’s with you, he finds himself acting brand new. Showing out just to get you to lay your eyes on him.

While you were lost in your own daze, Genthru wordlessly snaked his arms around your hips from the back and pulled you close to his chest. Shocked at his sudden proximity, you turned to abruptly pull away but he had you at a relentless grip.

You grow nervous at his sudden forward behaviour towards you. Genthru had spent countless of nights with you but he had never once acted towards his own desires before. While also knowing the capabilities of his wrath, you couldn’t help but tense like a deer in the headlights as he looked at you the way predator would to its prey.

His tall frame easily towered over your smaller stature, locking you in with his dark stare.

“Tell me what you want.” He murmured out your name, pushing you against the wall, allowing him to explore his long hands as he admired your body closely before searching for your eyes once again. “Isn’t it about time you give me a chance?”

“Genthru-“

“I really have to bend over backwards just to make you mine, do I?” Not paying attention to the futile efforts of you pushing him away, he easily closed the distance between by imposing his lips on top of yours. He made quick work of your clenched fists across your chest and pried your arms open to forcibly wrap it around his waist.

His kiss was harsh and needy, biting your lips when you wouldn’t cooperate to his sly invitations from his tongue. You clenched his dress shirt so tightly you must’ve torn the fabric slightly from your nails. With your head forced back and arms completely incapacitated under his hold, you just hoped that your session with him was nearing the end so Finn could finally rid him from you.

His hot kisses trailed blazingly from your lips to your neck, creating red and angry marks with each spot he claimed all the while keeping a tight hold on you.

“Genthru please-“ you pleaded hopelessly. When he bit a particularly sensitive area between your neck and shoulder you held in a yelp, trying desperately to deny him the satisfaction of your reactions. “You’re hurting me.”

“Then hurt me back.”

At this point you felt your eyes sting from the oncoming tears behind your eyes. Watching him above you relishing in the sight of your helpless state, taking joy from the fact that he had you under his mercy.

By the time his hands wondered down to your flimsy panty, a series of thunderous explosions from outside shook the very room you were in. You could feel the wave of the blast even in the most secure area of the building, feeling the surge of energy release and travel through your body unpleasantly whilst the world around you spun and tremble weakly.

Distant screams snapped you from your reverie as you immediately pushed him away. Genthru seemed to have been preoccupied by the violent detonation that he made the mistake of letting you slip under him.

“Finn!” you screamed out in desperation, not caring the fact that you were almost naked. Running towards the double sided door and pulled it open haphazardly only to let go of the handle when you saw what was behind. The bodyguard’s body fell aimlessly against the wooden barrier, dragging it open with his heavy body as he lay lifelessly on the floor.

Blood pooled the carpet from his body from his side. His shoulder was completely torn right off as if someone had planted a detonation there, pieces of him against the walls a testament to his cause of death. Half of his face remained intact and even then the charred edges and open wounds rendered him unrecognisable to you.

Your body ran cold when you had realised what he and his friends had done. Through the dark hallway you could already see the severity of the casualty, glimpses of several more dead bodies on the floor and faceless figures trampling over the newly deceased had you frozen in place. You couldn’t bring yourself to run like the others, not when the perpetrator had his arm draped around you carelessly.

Genthru sucked in his teeth at the macabre sight, seemingly unaffected by the sight of a man writhing on the ground struggling to breathe through his deformed airways.

“That’s my bad, I didn’t mean to botch your death.” He briefly squatted down as if he could hear him better if he was closer. “We’re good right, Finn?”

He took the momentarily pause as yes before getting up once again. “Yeah, we’re good.”

Glancing down at your shivering from, Genthru affectionately wiped your tears away from your face, mocking the gestures of comfort.

“Now you know the extent of my patience.”  You felt the weight of his words along with his long jacket around your body while he attentively covered your nudity. “And I know you know I’ve been pretty serious about you for a long time now right, princess? Been talking about bringing you home and all that shit.”

“And it’s just not nice of you to treat me like I’m some other bitch that crawls in this decrepit hole.” In the distance you saw two figures stalking closer to you from the hallway.

“So perk up, baby. I paid far too much for you to be crying right now.”

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OH MY GODDD THE TENSION FROM THE START TO THE END WAS SO GOOD! “ Feitan would keep that act up until he had you where he wanted you, and then things would fall into place from there” ✨EMOTIONAL DAMAGE ✨ got me clutching my heart- 

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wanted to start a new year of writing off with a bang >:D

Soulmate AU (red thread of fate)

Warnings: stalking, mentions of kidnapping, graphic depictions of violence, gore, blood, death, threats of violence

Word count: 9k

When Feitan noticed the red thread that hung from his pinky finger and trailed off in a random direction in the middle of the afternoon, he found himself hesitant to follow it.

He knew that he needed to follow and find whoever was at the end of it if just for the sake of his own nen abilities. To boost them as well as ensure that he would still have them by keeping his soulmate alive. It was something everyone in the troupe needed to do, to secure their soulmate once they discovered them, and they all would have done so regardless of Chrollo’s instruction. No one wanted to lose their ability to use nen.

But the fact that his use of nen was tied to some random person that he knew nothing about had the concept of soulmates leaving a sour taste in Feitan’s mouth. Whoever was attached to the end of that thread was someone that he would ultimately need to take care of, regardless of if he even liked them or not. All because of some oddity with the way nen worked that was completely out of his control.

And it was more than likely that whoever this person was, they wouldn’t be able to see the thread, so they wouldn’t understand the significance of meeting him. Feitan would either need to take a slower approach by building up a relationship in a natural manner, as Chrollo and Shalnark had done, or a more straight-forward approach by just taking them and going from there, which was the way Uvogin and Nobunaga had gone about things.

Feitan already felt more inclined towards the latter option. He was just passing through this particular area and had no plans to stay long. Along with the fact that he wasn’t the most sociable or approachable person around, it was just more practical to go with the second choice.

He quietly sighed as he began to follow the thread, finding himself wishing that his circumstances might be more like Pakunoda’s; she’d been lucky enough that her soulmate was able to see the thread and understood what it meant, though they didn’t seem to have a complete understanding of nen. Though he backtracked a bit on calling her “lucky”. Paku’s soulmate followed her around like a lovesick puppy, and though Pakunoda seemed to enjoy doting on them, Feitan knew he would quickly get tired of someone like that.

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[evilzoldyck]

this is one of the best Illumi fics i’ve read! 💕💕 i loved the way you wrote for him, how you captured his sense of impartiality but at the same time possessiveness really left me wanting for more 

This was a Christmas gift for my Secret Santa recipient, @we-are-so-close​

Thank you again, Monica, for allowing me to share. 💛💛💛

Pairing: Illumi x Fem!Reader

Soulmate AU, Smut

Word Count: 6′036

Warnings: Dubcon, Implied stalking, Forced marriage (kinda), Forced breeding, Brief dissociation

I do apologize if this seems a little OOC for him, I tried to make him as feral as I could in this situation. Also I included a few minor details on the sport that Monica plays called Hurling, so context there 💛

It was always argued what was right and what was wrong.

Not in the sense of morality, in this case at least; or even something like the dichotomy between good and evil.

It was the great debate on who saw or got what, and why.

Nobody knew why it was different for each person. Similar to a mixed bag, and by ways that remained a mystery, each pair of soulmates would be connected differently. Some people saw the red string of fate. Some had the name of their loves tattooed on their body.

The list was endless, really.

The debate was mainly on which one was the most dominant “way” soulmates were linked. Whether it was random, or something passed down between families genetically, and if it could even be something selected for - but that led to an uproar about eugenics, which in turn started a whole other debate entirely.

But you never dwelled on things like that.

The solid black digits that stood out on your arm were all that you really worried about when it came to finding the one meant for you. They never stayed the same, either gradually increasing or decreasing in value depending on where you were.

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literally me when I see a typo every time I'm brave enough to reread my fics

#this why i dont read my works #like idk how i missed it but i did #so yall pls dont point it out i know and im already embarrassed 😭😭

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2x+4y = Who Cares

Sometimes you couldn’t believe that you’re actually here. Sitting at an expansive lecture hall at eight in the morning, listening to the Professor explaining the mechanics of a… drawing with numbers on it? You couldn’t really tell. If you were held at a gunpoint and had to explain what your major even was, you’d find yourself to be non-existent in a matter of seconds.

And it wasn’t you who was surprised that you’ll be enrolling to one of the most prestigious university in the country, your friends initially thought you were just taking the piss.

A month ago you were just coming back from a short trip from the coast after your friend graciously invited you all to party on his yacht, a form of celebration after acquiring his boating license. Then when you got home, your parents sat you down for a little talk. Apparently your parents were unsatisfied with your current lack of prestige contributions to the family name. They had a problem having an only child with no real ambitions. It turns out having an aspiration for being an influencer wasn’t good enough for the highbrows.

Obsessed with upholding the family name and keeping up with the high society, they wanted you to become academically accomplished like the other children. You thought it was a bit weird. Your parents never cared for your grades. It was all about lining up the foreign cars in front of the mansion, purchasing the nth second home in another country and building up connections by going to charity galas.

Now that the trend does not involve materialistic matters, they were at a loss. It was unfair but they had a strong image to maintain. Using their extensive influence with the board of directors and under the table payment for your enrolment, they handed your acceptance letter like a golden ticket.

Out of all the degrees they picked out for you, they picked the most competitive yet nuanced one. Engineering. Hell- even the units doesn’t even make sense to you. Engineering Hydrology? Experimental Robotics? Numerical Reservoir Simulation? Math??

Now you had a sense of understanding of how exhausting it is for your parents to conform, but you had never felt true exhaustion once you’d step foot on campus. Every day your timetable was filled to the brim, your cute tote bag now poorly stretched by all the heavy required books, your desk was piled with homework and assessments you can’t even comprehend.

What were you even doing here?

You barely go to your classes and when you do you gained nothing. However you were notified just last week if you weren’t keeping up with your attendance your place here would be compromised. Looking around you saw students actually participating and being eager to learn. They’d always come in to every lectures, tutorials and labs with their laptop always typing away and making notes of every word the Professor says. 

You felt like an imposter.

You knew your place here wasn’t earned. And after learning what a competitive program you’re currently in, you knew you had cheated someone else out of their placement here that was rightfully theirs. Someone that was actually competent and worked hard to achieve their dreams. 

Now you loved your parents, but it was just about time that they realise university just wasn’t for you.

Not even half a semester had passed and you were already failing. With every test that comes back to you was marked with a red zero, your Professors’ feedback longer than your actual answers. At this rate your academic progression status was nearing an exclusion.

You hadn’t even realised the lecture had ended when your last test paper was handed in front of you by another student.

“Thank you,” you commented in small. You cursed at yourself for sitting at the far back because it was it was you whose paper was handed in last and now the guy that handed them wouldn’t come back to his seat.

“The test was crazy hard wasn’t it?” He remarked, taking a seat next to you once you made eye contact with him again. You gave him a brief smile and a hum in reply, hoping he would get the hint that you didn’t really want to talk right now.

“I studied all week for this… I can’t believe he deducted marks on this que… I’m just glad I passed… -bout you?” You zoned out from his prattle you didn’t realise he asked you a question.

“Hm?” You questioned him to repeat again.

“What about you? How did you go with the test?” He still kept an enthusiastic smile, keeping the one-sided conversation lively. Hesitantly you flipped your paper over to reveal a zero out of forty five mark on the top with red ink.

Damn, this was crushing your self-esteem more than an influencer party at Yorknew City.

“Oh..” He bit his lip regretfully.

“Yeah,” you shoved your paper into your bag and stood up to leave the hall. “Look I got to go, see you.”

He called you out to wait as you walked down the stairs. Frantically grabbing his laptop and bag as he rushed down to meet you at the bottom. “Hey you wanna study together at the library sometime? I mean not that you need it- but I mean I’ve been told to be a great tutor from time to time- but it’s not like I expect you to pay me-”

His ramblings were cute, you could see the hopeful desperation in his eyes. And though you couldn’t tell an aquifer from a humidifier, you could tell if a guy is interested. This was not unprecedented, with a class demographic of predominantly guys you were bound to be approached by one of them, plus it didn’t help that you always wore outfits that these guys might’ve not been accustomed to seeing.

“- I mean I’ll buy you coffee too if you’d like?”

You were just at the verge of accepting an offer from a guy whose name slipped your mind when Professor Mackernasey cut your conversations short.

“I believe my you’ve mistaken my hall for a common room, don’t you have classes to go to now?” The white haired man chided.

The both of you were ready to finally leave but he stopped you just as when you were at the threshold of the door by calling out your name. “Mind staying back a bit?” You looked back at the man leaning up against the desk and cringed with what you presume to be your past papers in his hand.

“This might take a while, you best be off now.” Morel added when he sensed the young boy linger at the door way.

“Sir.” He acquiesced and let the automatic door behind him close, leaving you and the burly professor alone in the room.

“I assumed you had a look at your mark?” Though he carried an airy untroubled tone, his question made you look down in humiliation. Meekly you nodded whilst keeping your eyes away from his line of sight. “It’s not good,” he sucked in his teeth as you shuffled your feet together.

“I know,” you softly replied.

“I found it quite amusing that you’ve also somehow mixed up the wrong information for this test. You’ve written the wrong unit code for Engineering Hydrology, gave Professor Kite quite the confusion.”

“… Who?”

Morel raised his brows at you before continuing, “your unit coordinator for Experimental Robotics?”

Right, the unit you stopped showing up to labs for. “Oh yes, doctor robot, umm- May I please be excused? I actually have plans-“

“Now hold on just a second,” his demeanour turned hard at the mention of your hastiness to leave. “You don’t get to enrol to my class only to fail at every single given assessment. I expect an explanation for this.” Morel crossed his arms and scrutinised your shrinking figure behind his dark sunglasses.

No other man had talked to you like this, commanding a demand while exuding confidence and authority. It honestly made you want to cry.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” you sighed. “My parents-“ you paused as to prevent a sob from tearing your voice. “My parents wanted me to be here but I can’t- I can’t do it.” You furiously wiped a stray tear from your eyes.

Damn it, now you were crying in front of him.

“I don’t understand anything, I’m so stupid-“ His voice cut you off as to stop you from degrading yourself further. You feel him pull you in for a comforting hug as he offered you a tissue from the desk. You wallowed in your self-pity, focusing on trying to calm down your chokes from your soft cries that you missed how close you actually were to the huge man before you.

Morel stroked your hair gently, basking in your clinginess to his front as he towered over you. He found himself smiling at the situation, loving the amount of attention you gave him albeit in a skewed sense. When you absentmindedly pushed yourself against him, he had a death grip on the edge of the desk that was enough to make the wooden board creak from the stress.

He patiently waited for the moment he could corner and crowd you like this. When you first walked into his class he thought it was too good to be true. A girl as cute as you waltzing into his lecture every Tuesday, gracing him with a smile each time he caught your eyes. A privileged airhead that was just too fucking nice and pretty and just perfect for him.

“Hey, no more tears now,” he soothed as he rubbed the tears from your hot cheeks. You were too busy trying to keep your cries at bay you failed to take account just how borderline inappropriate this was.

“I’ll withdraw from all my units today-“

“No.” Morel vehemently rejected, pushing you slightly away so that you could look up at him properly. “No,” he repeated in a tone gentler from the last. “You don’t want to disappoint your parents now would you? After all the work they did to get you here?”

“Of course not,” you whispered back as you rubbed the blurriness from your eyes with the edge of your hands. “But.. do I even deserve to be here in the first place? I can’t do the work that’s expected, I’ll just waste everybody’s time.”

“Well you got me now, sweetheart.”  A sweet, sympathetic smile graced his lips as he tucked a strand of hair that stuck to your cheeks from your crying. “You’re my student aren’t you? I’ll help you throughout your studies here.”

“Just relax, I’m gonna take care of you.”

Something tells you he’s willing to do more than that. With the way he’s holding you so closely with his tree trunk arms caging you in and the way he’s practically coaxing you to melt into his body made you do a double take at your conscience. 

You weren’t just imagining it after all when you gave him the benefit of the doubt. The small tell-tale signs of his interest in you suddenly came rushing to you all at once.

Overwhelmed by the sudden reality hitting you, you pushed slightly at his muscular chest to make space between the two of you. Was this really happening? From what you knew, he wasn’t married nor were you aware he had any other significant partner in his life. You’ve surely entertained men much older than you a couple of times but those were different. Your past experiences with them were just a brief beneficial transaction that wasn’t taken too seriously.

However, this was a Professor you were dealing with. You’ve already been enrolled through bribery and if you were ever caught that you’re now sleeping with a Professor you’ll be paying the tabloid editors’ rent for months.

Morel frowned at your conflicted contemplation but it quickly dissipated when you looked back at him with a coy grin. “Like a private lesson?”

���Now you’re getting it,’ he thought.

“Exactly,” Morel confirmed enthusiastically and you giggled in response. God you were just too cute, he couldn’t wait to finally get you under him. The experienced teacher could already imagine the passionate trysts the both of you would have. Whether it be in his office, a hotel room, his place or car he’s going to love you all the same. And though it might seem like a senseless agreement to you, Morel meant every word he said when he said that would take care of you.

“You really wanna be in my class?” His words reverberated against your chest as he turned your head up close towards his. “You wanna learn?”

You nodded in response as he tugged your plump bottom lip before resting his unto it. He tasted of smoke and salt as he ardently moulded his lips against yours. Large hands briefly caressed your breasts before working your thin blouse open. You rested your hands around his neck, allowing him to taste you as you yielded yourself before him.

Morel slowly pulled away, wanting to drag the blissful moment to eternity if he could. Meanwhile you played with the buttons of his pants in eager as he chuckled at your overzealousness. Morel planned to take you into the safety of his office but seeing just how anxious you were for him, he was tempted to take you on his desk right there and then knowing anyone could bust through the door at any second.

All you ever knew was an easy life, if you had to jerk some Professor’s dick to make your parents proud then consequences be damned.

But unfortunately like many others you weren’t given the benefit of hindsight. If you had truly understood the depth of his promise, you would quickly learn how constricting his vice was on you, how painful his jealousy was and how easily he could keep you in the dark and conceal you in a cloud of smoke.

You just hoped that the elated smile on your parents’ face brought upon by the high distinctions on your record was enough to pull you through this nightmare.

#morel mackernasey #yandere morel mackernasey #morel mackernasey x reader #yandere morel mackernasey x reader #yandere x reader #female reader #College AU #yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #tw:yandere #professor x reader #college student reader #yandere fic #dark morel mackernasey #dark morel x reader #morel x reader #dark hxh #dark hunter x hunter

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I’m so amazed by writers who pump out like 1-3k fics almost on a daily with consistent writing quality and creative plots each time

#it must be nicceee #im trynna get like YOU my boy

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I didnt think i would be alive to see myself simping for milluki. I dont know if i should hate you or love you

#i did NOTTING RONG!! let me outLET ME OUT! #ask #anonymous

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HELP THE BODY MILK FIC WAS SO GOOD?? I would love to see a pt 2 if possible where he actually ends up finding reader 🙈

& also, I missed your writing so much!!!! welcome back

aaAAA tysm for reading! honestly in this context, milluki does not have the confidence to sought the reader out, its more like a loser pining for a girl that doesn't know he exists behind the screen. :( sad but he's fine with that ig, u can catch him staring at reader's poster on the street tho (in the rare times he does go out lol)

#type to be like she's so pretty it makes me sad #ask #anonymous

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LO(S/V)ER was the yassification of milluki and i love that

😂😂 yess i wanted to talk about how looks affect attraction lol

#n is it inherently problematic? idk #ask #anonymous

[evilzoldyck]

did you just say milluki- 😀

did i stutter 😐

#ask #anonymous

[evilzoldyck]

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Milluki makes sure to lock his bedroom door, gripping the doorknob to give a firm tug for a test before returning to his desk. Looking over to his side, he saw his box of tissues and lotion adequately placed beside his monitor. Sighing he turned on his PC as it whirred to life, giving light in the usually dark and dank bedroom of his.

The monitor’s screen lights up the various collections of his hobbies placed carefully by his shelves. Rows of books, visual novels and figurines are placed meticulously according to their size and colours. What you would notice the most however, are the figurines. The stated collectable items, dolls as Killua would call it, are predominantly girls in rather compromising positions kept in mint condition.

His family and others around him sometimes wonder when he would grow out of this phase. He was a rather reclusive oddball but loyal and other times helpful to his family’s niche business endeavours. He’d like to think he matured a bit though, over the years he’s found that setting aside his pride, or what little he had left, seem to be less exhausting and taxing on his self-esteem.

It was painfully obvious Milluki was not alike his family, however while Milluki is not many things unlike his siblings, he was not far from the average guy in his early twenties.

His primary interests lied in cyphering codes, games and animated girls with submissive demeanours.

At age twenty three he has acquired a massive collection of miscellaneous physical and online works, items and rare collectables. Milluki wonders himself when he would feel a sense of ennui after obtaining much of whatever he sets his eyes on.

Naturally, his fingers tap the keys to his password whilst keeping his gaze focused on the monitor. Milluki had arranged his personal time to be spent with a particular favourite streamer of his that caught his eyes recently.

Logging into his account, the pink theme of the website pops up in an instant. Simultaneously, the black screen in the middle comes to life to display a salaciously dressed woman in a maid outfit. Her pink wig was done flawlessly to match her flattering light and pastel colours of her apron. Mika’s streams were always fun, she always played a different fantasy each time which is one of the reasons why Milluki tunes in every time she goes online.

Her suggestive pose shifted as she crawls closer to the camera, spilling her breasts in the process for the viewers to enjoy.

“Hi Daddies!” She chirped in a saccharine pitch that mimicked the past girls he idolised on his shelves.

It wasn’t long until the chat was filled with replies from guys that were spending their leisure time just like him after a long week. Donations came rolling in the screen as little from a couple hundred Jenny to thousands of Jenny.

Milluki grunted as he undid his belt and pulled down his trousers. Soft set of moans reached his ears from his sleek active noise-cancelling headphones. He watches languishingly while the woman on the screen works the phallic vibrator enthusiastically while he tries to match her pace.

Milluki small breaths suddenly hitched before letting out a grunt of frustration. Mika was just in the process of bottoming out the purple dildo before a display ad on the side pops up. He had paid premium access to her streams and yet these pesky ads always managed to appear.  It was a muted five second commercial but nevertheless it was distracting enough to pull Milluki away from the fantasy.

With a scowl, he leaned over to reach the mouse with his left hand before pausing momentarily.

The video advertised for a soothing and natural smelling body lotion. It wasn’t a particularly ubiquitous brand he’s heard of, perhaps a smaller or a new company specialising in body care. However, it was not the brand that caught his attention; rather it was the model who was advocating for them.

His eyes flickered as he watched you run through a field of flowers, looking back at him with a playful smile while your white dress flutters behind you. The next scene cut to you rubbing the creamy lotion over your skin as the flowers behind you dance with the wind before fading out to the brand name. The advertisement sent out the massage of youth and nature in a bottle, and he got that loud and clear.

A lewd moan caught his attention back to the bigger screen beside the vertical ad, Mika had pushed the vibrator inside of her, turning on the setting to the lowest as she laid promiscuously on her side, making sure her viewers were able to see how it stretched her insides.

Milluki laid back once again, redirecting his focus back to the streams he paid thousands of Jenny per month for. His dick was fully erect by the time she moved the vibrator inside and out, voicing out her whines and mewls unabashedly for the camera.

He tugged on his cock and tried to ignore your face beside the screen, stubborn at the fact that you were that gorgeous he would rather jerk off to a random ad than the hottest streamer in demand right now. After a couple moments of will power, he succumbs to his curiosity and allows a peek at the short repetitive video again.

God just where were they casting these models from? He thought, was it really you in that ad or were you visually altered like the others? He tries to pin it down to photoshop. That must be the only reason you captivated his undivided attention with your so called ‘beauty.’

As much as he tried to bring you down in his head, Milluki was undoubtedly entranced. The way you looked to the side as you ran, the pictures running in slow motion, accentuating every inch of your features. The way you brushed your hands atop the flowers before giving him that dreamy smile pulls him to a different kind of fantasy.

No matter how many times he’s watched it, he found something new to love each and every time. The way the sun bounced off your hair, the way you subtly sigh as you rub the cream on your shoulders, or how perfectly the clouds and the colours of the sky made a perfect background for you.

Each picture an art.

He gulped as he watched you run through the fields again. Even through the screen, it felt like you were calling out to him and him only. Showing that cute smile and starlit eyes just for him, asking him to come with you. Milluki feels as if he’s on the clouds. The way you mysteriously fill his heart exponentially with joy had him planning out his future with you.

He had forgone watching Mika as he allowed his mind to drift far away from his bedroom and away to the ethereal fields where you were.

Suddenly he was with you, by the bed of flowers that stretched for miles away. You would look at him with same smile, your skin would be just as soft as he imagined it to be and you would smell of lilies and trees after the rain in the spring.

Explicit moans remained in the backgrounds of his dreams, which made him wonder if you would have elicited the same type of sounds. Would you sound like the many women he’s watched on the screen? Or would you have a honeyed pitch, mellow and soft. Whatever it was, he would come to love it anyways.

The girl of his dreams really did materialise before him. Milluki believed it was fate. Why else would he feel this way? You were different from the girls he’s seen. He felt the instinctive need to be with you, to impress you. You’ve got him wrapped around your fingers without even realising his existence.

Milluki pumped his cock faster as he neared his end. In his mind he was there with you where it was just you and him alone. The feeling of loneliness in his heart dissipates the moment you turned to him, calling out to him. God he imagined he could listen to you for hours.

“Nghh..” He spilled abruptly, never relenting his longing gaze from you. Sighing, he basks in the afterglow with the image of you massaging your shoulders before a cheery voice snapped him back to reality.

“-ake sure to tune in to my next stream tomorrow, love you!” Mika blows kisses to the camera before ending the stream. Milluki was too into his reverie to realise she had briefly cleaned up and finished her session during the midst of his passionate tryst. Begrudgingly he wiped his spend off of his hands and cleaned himself up before tossing the dirty tissues in the trash.

The stream displayed a grey icon to notify the viewers that the livetape had ended, however the ad still rolled. Milluki placed his hand against his chin as he watched you enchant him with that smile again before giving out a faint curl of his own.

He clicked on a new tab beside the current one, saving the advertisement in the process. Searching up the unfamiliar brand name, he quickly identifies the bottle of white body lotion coming in many sizes in their website. Without much thought, Milluki adds fifty of the large size body lotion to his cart before confirming his order.

#milluki zoldyck #miilluki x reader #yandere milluki #yandere hxh #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere milluki x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere hunter x hunter #tw:nsfw #masturbation #milluki x reader #yandere milluki zoldyck x reader

[evilzoldyck]

So hyped for the Milluki fic!

its you and me against the world anon 😙

#ask #anon

[evilzoldyck]

Ok, it’s a zoldyck, it’s a he, you aren’t expecting us to guess who it is, and he’s fun to write for… it’s Zeno isn’t it?

nope! it’s everyone’s favourite boy milluki peep the new fic below~ 😗

#i think he has the hardest name out of all of them like milluki?? thats pretty gangsta #ask #anon

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I will never forgive u for the milluki fanfiction but I will read 🥲

just a heads up there’s more of him 🥳 ty for reading bby 💕

#something about incel milluki makes my brain itch #moonlittruths #ask

[evilzoldyck]

I didn’t say which Zoldyck

#he is SOO fun to write!

[evilzoldyck]

LO(S/V)ER

One never really stops working for the Zoldyck family, well, at least that was the case for the esteemed workers in the house. Precarious posts in the estate such as butlers and gamekeepers held a much deeper affinity for the family than you’ll ever possess. Rather, you held a position in the house that required no weapon training background or the knowledge to impair vital organs efficiently.

You were a personal private chef along with a couple of others the Zoldyck family had at their disposal. Placement at the estate wasn’t quite as challenging as you thought it would be. It was a relief to know that cleaning and food service workers weren’t held up to such a high regard as other positions in the house.

Instead, the rules affixed were quite permissive and casual. One might assume such working contracts of the Zoldyck replicate the rules and regulations of a normal hospitality industry. You were granted a generous financial offer, unrestricted access outside of the estate and plus they had a great dental plan.

The only real downside of the whole ordeal was the ridiculous weights you’re forced to work with in the kitchen.

Last year however, you had requested a year off leave in which the head of the family fortunately accepted. You used that time leisurely, finding you were very much in desperate need of a break after working tirelessly for so long. Therefore, once you stepped a foot back into the mountain you find yourself refreshed and excited to work again.

Your co-workers greeted you exuberantly as you saw their familiar faces once again in the summer. You returned their sentiments with expensive foreign chocolates and sparkling bottles you’ve purchased over the time you spent travelling. While gratefully accepting your gifts, it wasn’t long until the playful conversations start once again, with Deidre, a senior chef, jokingly griped that younger generation these days were too entitled with their jobs.

Being fortunate enough to get along with them made your occupation a much for pleasant experience.

Sharpening your chef knife against the steel after a busy dinner service, the kitchen turned quiet as everything was neatly put away to their respective places. The only work left for the night was to prep for the morning in which Deidre, without fail, had already finished the final fold of croissant for tomorrow’s breakfast.

A cold nudge at your side caught your attention as you saw Aiki hold up your favourite beverage and cocked her head to the back door.

Closing the exit door behind you, you took a seat on the stacked wooden crates as you worked your drink open. Aiki leaned against the brick walls as she inhaled vapour generously into her lungs before exhaling deeply creating a thick cast of smoke carried away by the wind. Both of you took in the cool night breeze and the iridescent lights the stars casted as you basked in the peaceful silence in contrast to the hectic environment just an hour before.

“You know you seemed like you changed after your break.” Aiki commented nonchalantly.

“Have I? In what sense?”

“I don’t know, you seem more knowledgeable now that you’ve seen the world and all that, I feel like you’re also more relaxed too- more… zen.”

“Zen?” you chuckled in disbelief before taking a sip.

“You know who else changed around here?” Aiki shoots a mischievous smile your way.

“Who?”

“Milluki.”

You almost choked, not liking where this conversation was going.

“Really? Haven’t noticed.” Which was a total lie. You have noticed Milluki’s completely transformed self but never acknowledged it out loud. When you arrived back to your post as a kitchen staff, you’ve stolen glances at his direction, believing at first to be a completely different person before you heard his voice.

She smirks at your comment knowing you’re lying through your teeth but decided not to comment on it.

“Well he looks great,” Aiki took another inhale from her vape. “I don’t know if it’s a new mandatory regimen he’s required to do, but it’s definitely paying off.”  

“Yeah I guess.” You commented absentmindedly.

“So you agree?”

“What?”

“You admit he looks good?”

You took a hesitant pause before replying, “yeah, yeah he looks good now. Though my opinion doesn’t matter but I’m happy for him.”

Aiki hummed at your response as she shifted her stance against the wall while looking at you with that glint in her eyes. “I wonder if he still has a small crush on you.”

“Alright, I’m leaving.”

“Waitwaitwait-“ She held her one of her curled hand to her mouth as she laughed aloud before gently holding your shoulder, urging you to stay. “I was just wondering- I mean am I wrong? Does he not give you the puppy dog eyes anymore?”

“No,” you groaned. “You guys have to let this joke go it’s getting so old.”

“It’s not a joke if it’s real,” she refuted. “Besides he’s well fit now, I can’t help but think you two will go great together.”

“Well what about you, huh?” You turned the focus to her.

“What about me?” she asked confusingly with a smile on her face.

“You and Gotoh?”

Instead of being embarrassed Aiki turned more confused before she giggled at your futile accusation. “Where did that come from?”

“Well Gotoh and you would make such a cute couple.”

“Oh come on that’s gross,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying nonsense to spite me and besides my claims here are actually based on facts.”

As much as you would like to admit otherwise, you had actually sensed the younger son’s fondness of you. You had no idea just exactly when he started looking at you differently but it was no denying he had some type of feelings for you.  

Milluki would always remain far away for him to watch you work and at first you would ignore it, believing him to be an innocent bystander just curious as to how the kitchen operates or how his meals were being made. However it got more obvious when you were the only one working by cleaning the dishes and putting them away.

Often times, he would specifically ask for you to make him his meals and request that you bring it to his room. But you never stayed long enough for him to reply after you present his food to him.

There was this one instance in which the kitchen staff would never live down where you stacked plates on the top drawers. The plates were stacked so high you had trouble getting the last one in before Milluki came in and silently took it off of you and placed it on his own. He lingered behind you for a moment and you swore you felt him sniff the top of your head, smelling your shampoo before slowly backing away and disappearing into his room.

If you were by yourself that night, you would convince yourself that it was all in your head. Alas you weren’t alone and Giovanni, a mostly silent man, arched his brow in perplexity at the scene before him, nearly burning the scallops he was so delicately cooking. You hoped that he would remain the stoic and quiet man he usually was but in the morning, everyone was talking about it. Apparently he was immune to anything but gossip.

“Just think about it.”

“No.”

“You know it’s not a bad thing to be attracted by looks. Just because you don’t find him appealing back then doesn’t mean you have to hold on to it forever now that he’s a new man, I mean look at how much he’s trying for you.”

“You better not let Madame hear you say that, that’s like insulting him and his efforts. Besides my feelings never changed, he’s just our employer that’s all.”

“So you’re not attracted to him at all? Not even now that he has muscles that rival his dad?”

“No.”

“Not even a tiny bit-“

“Nope.”

She shrugged, “Alright.” There’s a bit of a defeat in her voice but her tone still carries a reverberation of quirk.

Peculiarly she comes behind you to hug your back, crouching a bit because of your sitting position. It was odd but you let her rest affectionately on you as you sipped the last remnants of your drink. It was when she sniffed your hair exaggeratingly did you jerk up, no doubt Aiki was trying to jab at your past mortifying moment.

“Ok- you’re done, I’m going back to headquarters now.”

Thankfully the conversation from the night never continued when morning came.

In the late afternoon, you were counting the lobster tails in the back when Deidre called for you. While wrapping your apron back around your waist, she informed you that Milluki came down with a fever and that he requested that you make him something soothing to bring to his room.

You raised your brows at the order, not that it was out of the ordinary that Milluki asked that you prepare his meals, but that he came down with the flu. With how strong the Zoldycks people make them out to be, it’s situation like this that make you realise they’re only human.

You decided to make a simple congee with the usual toppings he preferred and added some flakes of truffle and fresh ginger to top it all off. Covering the bowl with a fitted lid, you hoped that it was still steaming hot when you reached his room.

Traversing through the hallways to his bedroom, you knocked and on the wooden door and presented yourself orderly. When you heard the voice on the other side of the door mentioning you to come in, you sucked in a breath before opening it.

Upon seeing his room, you realised that his decorum had changed. No longer was there endless shelves of figurines and comic books, rather it has decreased to the top shelf. Also the real-life sized sculptures of his favourite animated girls was gone from the corner of his room and his bed lacked the body pillows you were so used to seeing the housemaids hung from the laundry. However his impressive PC setup remained against the walls.

Your quick examination of his room was interrupted with a weak cough. Milluki sat up against his bed as he shifted one of his legs up, covering his mouth with a hand as he looked at you expectantly.

Milluki wore simple grey sweatpants and a black fitted shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and defined muscles. Aiki wasn’t exaggerating when she said he could give his older brother a run for his money. However, through his changed physical appearance, you could still make out the familiar features of Milluki. Those sharp eyes that watched you set his bowl down from the tray was undoubtedly his.

Opening the lid and setting it to the side, you cast your eyes down politely as you presented the dish before him. You prepared to take your leave as you took the tray and lid with you before he grabbed your hand swiftly.

“And how am I supposed to eat this?” He complained petulantly. When you looked back at him did he flinch as if he realised what he just said. “Cool this down for me,” he avoided your face and released your hand, awkwardly unsure of what to say next. “… Please.”

You glanced down at the steaming congee and began to stir it around, the beauty from the presentation of the dish vanished as you mixed the ingredients together. While you did so, you hesitantly took a seat on the edge of his bed. You didn’t realise your actions when he began to stare at you again. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you focused solely on the hot congee as if your job depended on it. It wasn’t your fault, you never spared more than ten seconds in his room, much less being alone with him.

Milluki wonders when you would comment on the tension between you and him. In his mind he’s confessed and kissed you more times than you deserve. He dreams of you coming to him, professing your feelings to him while he graciously brings you into his arms, accepting your declarations of love. He’s toyed with the fantasies for so long it made him so angry with every single day that passes that you don’t.

He believed he’s not that emotionally dependent on you, that you were just some eye candy to him around the house and that his girls could satiate his needs for him better than you ever could. However when you took your leave did he actually realise how much he missed you. As his appearance changed, his feelings only grew deeper for you every day. With the arms he now uses to lift dreadful weights, he only muses how you would fit perfectly inside.

With how much time he’s dedicated to exercising, Milluki founds himself more useful than before to the family business. Therefore, with the extra time he spent on working, the interest to keep up with his hobbies dulled. His newly profound demeanour was recognised by his parents as they appraised him unctuously. Milluki thinks he finally grew up on the right foot.

Nevertheless, the only compliments he seeks are yours. He wanted you to notice his changed self, he’s done everything from body to mind to appeal more to you but you remain so frustratingly silent stirring his congee around as if the man of your dreams isn’t sitting right here. Pride is one pill he can’t swallow and yet he feels so small when standing next to you. Like he’s still that unassuming teenager that pined for you, the one that you wouldn’t look twice at.  Older and wiser now, he figured if you wouldn’t say anything, he would.

“Why can’t you still look at me.”

“Pardon?” You flickered your gaze from the bowl to him.

“Three years you’ve served me, and yet you never once properly looked at me.” Milluki stated as he watched you open and close your mouth, ambivalent of your next choice of words. He figured it was the way he looked, but no matter how much effort he’s put into himself, you’re still avoiding him as if his gaze burns you.

Scoffing, he leaned his head back against the headboard before confidently stating a lie, “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this just in case they want me to become the head of the family, with how Killua decided to frolic with his so-called friends now.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure if I’m following you.” You’re really at a loss at what you should say to please him but you don’t dare comment on his weight knowing it’s such a sensitive and a personal topic, hell you would never even bring it up to your closest girlfriends, but was it different for guys? Did he want you to acknowledge it?

“Shit,” he softly cursed as he scowled at your reply. “You really want me to spell it out for you, don’t you?” He took your hesitant silence as a yes making him roll his eyes in annoyance.

“I like you.” The way he casually strung your name into the statement made your whole body freeze. “I’ve had for a long time so don’t give me that piss poor excuse that you didn’t notice it.”

His confrontation only verified the tension you’ve avoided like plague.

“And I knew that you were embarrassed by me.”

That accusation made your chest tight as you flustered out, “I would neve-“

“Bullshit.” Milluki cut you off as he furrowed his grows. “I know what your little friends say, you think I wonder how I could live without you, don’t you?!”

Biting your lip, you looked down in discomfort. What were you supposed to do? Culinary school never taught you how to deal with situations like these. You choose your words as carefully as you could without angering him much.

“I’m very much flattered but whether you’ve changed or not I’m afraid I can’t return your affections. But I am confident that there is a more deserving girl or-“

“Stop fucking lying,” he chuckled bitterly. “You think I’m hot shit now, don’t you? Just how long do you plan to keep this up?”

“I-…” You stopped for a second before you decided to say what he wants to hear. “Yes, yes I do, you look really nice.”

Milluki breathed out a sigh of relief as he easily pulled your waist closer to him to the point where you nearly sat atop on his lap while he looked at you fervently.

“So then be with me, I’m tired of you pushing me away like this.” He said in the softest voice you’ve heard from this interaction while he searched your eyes as you racked your brain trying to worm yourself out of this one.

“I can’t.” You tried your best to convey those words as sympathetic as you can.

“Why not?”

“It’s against the rules to be in relationships.”

“Then you’re fired.” He shot back in exasperation.

Your mouth grew dry at his statement. Was he really going to go this far for you?

“No please, I-I can’t just leave my job.” Your voice wavered through your desperate plead but it wasn’t reaching Milluki.

“I’ll give you as many Jennys as you want, just name it and it’s yours.”

“It’s not like that- I like working I-“

“I’ll get you another job near here that pays just as well.”

Milluki watched you in apprehension, sensing your reluctance in his proposals. Growing weary at your rejection, he clutched on your sides possessively. “Just tell me what I got to do here.”

Milluki briefly let you go to cough into the corner of his arm. You looked at him with a pitiful gaze. Your heart wrenched guiltily knowing full well you didn’t reciprocate any of his endearing efforts for you. Setting the forgotten congee on his bedside table that has gone lukewarm by now, you wrapped your arms against you to comfort yourself against this awkward scene.

“Perhaps I’ve been a little standoffish,” you murmured faintly, hoping he wouldn’t catch that just in case you decided to change your mind. Unfortunately, Milluki looked back at you with the same hawk like stare, urging you to continue.

“I guess- I mean maybe I’ve… grown to like you too,” there was a painful pause and you wondered if he had detected the lie in your words but when you glanced back at him you saw how besotted he was to notice.

Before you could continue he caught you up in his arms again so that you were properly sitting on top of his lap. “You like me?” he cockily called out your name to tease you and quirked one of his brows up as if he wasn’t begging for your reciprocity a minute ago.

“Yes?” Quickly following up your answer you resumed, “but to make this work, perhaps it would be best to keep it a secret from everyone.”

“Mmhmm.” He hummed at your words as he looked up at you. From such an angle it was one of the first times you’ve noticed how boyishly handsome he was when he wasn’t scowling.

“From everyone,” you repeated, hoping he was listening to you whilst he caressed your sides tenderly. “I really like working here so if you could keep it from your family and me from my co-workers, I wouldn’t be let go.”

You decided this would be the best. Entertaining the idea of what Milluki had in mind was something you could work with. Keeping it a secret was also an optimal choice for you as nothing would really change and it saved you from the embarrassment and attention it would garner from the people living and working on the mountain.

It was heartless but this guy was also an assassin, he could deal with it. Nevertheless you give this ‘relationship’ two months before he decided to call it quits. I mean if he finally saw just how there’s not much to you than he thought there was, you would be free of his unwanted infatuation.

“Fine with me.” 

Meanwhile Milluki could already see himself stealing you away from your work and pulling you to a quiet corner where he could make you his own. He couldn’t wait to spend time with you where he could rightfully hold you and kiss you like he’s replayed in his mind many times before.

Fluttering his eyes closed as he leaned in, you quickly pecked his cheek awkwardly not wanting to entertain him so soon. You held his hands and forced his hold away from you while he looked at you confusingly.

“You’re still sick.” You reminded with a bashful smile, relieved when his frown quickly disappeared.

Once he took your prepared dish into his hands, you made a prompt comment that you would be needed for dinner service before anyone gets suspicious. Milluki acquiesced in a disgruntled manner, unused to letting you be pulled away just when he finally had you.

“You’ll return at once right?” He asked hopelessly. “You’ll be the one to bring my dinner?”

“Of course.” When you picked up your things you made sure the stride to the doorway look as natural as possible instead of giving the impression of haste. “Get well soon,” You mentioned airily as he smirked mid bite before softly closing the door behind you.

Letting out a shaky breath you wonder how a supposedly quick trip turned out to be a scandalous rendezvous. No matter, you’re just praying the day Milluki decide to break it off would come soon.

However, unbeknownst to you, Milluki plans on never letting you go.

#milluki zoldyck #miilluki x reader #yandere milluki #yandere hxh #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere milluki x reader #tw: body talk #tw: body mention #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere fic #art by 묵음 @Gathkal on twitter! #+x+ came in clutch with the title~

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im literally just gonna dump fics that caters to me and 2 other people here hehe so anyways 2 zoldyck fics coming out soon 🤪✌️