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Perfect Pair *Part 5*

Kalluto Zoldyck X Sister!Reader possible Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 730

Requested: @musicisbetterbro

Request: Can we please have part 5

*Part 4*

You should have known that this was coming from the moment that you stepped between your family and their mission. The message was handed over by one of the butlers while you were out at a cafe with Kalluto. “What is that?” Kalluto asked. “Dad’s mad at me.” You answered as you scanned over the letter that was handed to you. “What?” He asked as you folded the letter, putting it in your pocket. “Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off as you called the waitress over to pay for everything before heading back to the hideout, you about half way back before you felt them, Illumi and your father closing in. “Kalluto head back.” “Why?” He asked. “We need to keep our cover, so you need to go back.” You ordered, you weren’t sure if he knew that it was a lie but if he did, he didn’t say anything and continued on. “So are we going to talk or what?” “I’m sure that you know why I’m talking to you.” Silva said as he seemed to appear in front of you. “Because you feel betrayed father?” You asked and he narrowed his eyes as you. “Watch your attitude.” He warned you and you nodded. “Apologies.” You gave a theatrical bow. “I hope you have the information that we were looking for.” Silva said as Illumi stood at the side of the clearing. “They didn’t let me see it, you know that they aren’t going to trust me for a long while, you knew this was going to be the long game, what’s got you all spooked?” You asked. “Who’s side are you on?” Illumi asked suddenly and you looked at him and narrowed your eyes. “Are you trying to say that I’m working against the family, after everything that Killua’s done, I ruin one mission and I’m the threat?” You asked, you waved your hands turning to walk away but you didn’t get too far before the needle flew past your cheek cutting it. “Answer the question.” Illumi ordered, your eyes moved to him, your hand falling to the gun sitting in the holster. “I’m with Kalluto, wherever he goes I go.” You answered, Illumi smirked and lifted another needle, before anything else could happen you disappeared from where you were standing.

“Two on one doesn’t seem very fair.” Chrollo’s voice sounded and when your brain start to comprehend everything, you realised that you were behind him, you watched as he turned to you lifting his hand and gently wiping the blood that you forgot was on your face. “What’s going on here?” “I’m talking to my child.” Silva answered. “And him? Surely you aren’t so scared of us that you needed back up.” Chrollo smirked as he turned back to Silva, his face taking a stoney seriousness “Leave.” “We don’t answer-” “Illumi, it’s time to go.” Silva ordered, turning away “make sure you finish the mission.” “I am fulfilling the only parameters of my mission, he’s safe.” You answered. “Mmm.” Silva hummed before he turned and left, Illumi giving you one last look before disappearing himself. “You didn’t have to do that.” You said. “I did… They can’t just walk into my territory and expect me to let it slide.” Chrollo answered “and you never leave Kalluto alone, so you were expecting a fight right? Like I said, two against one isn’t very fair.” “They ensure success not fairness.” You answered. “They’re worried about something…” “As they should be, they don’t deserve you, you more than that family will ever let you be, you and your little brother.” Chrollo said. “As true as that is, you're going to have to try harder than that.” You patted his chest as you walked away.

When you got back to the hideout Kalluto was waiting “are you okay?” He asked. “I’m fine, they just wanted to talk.” You explained and he nodded, wrapping an arm around your leg. “You can’t do that, you promised that you won’t die.” He said. “I’m not going to die.” You said. “She’s right… I’m not going to let her do that either.” Chrollo said as he walked past Kalluto leaving you both alone. You don’t know why he made that promise, why he was trying so hard to convince you that you both belong here. You’ll have to keep an eye on him.

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[chrollogy]

SILKEN WEB

— chrollo lucilfer x f!reader x hisoka morow

syn: Hisoka’s ‘generosity’ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after he’s seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuck—he has his ways, he always does.

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, porn without plot, cuckolding, voyeurism, threesome, creampie unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f & m), anal (f), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, hisoka uses bungee gum, chrollo might be pining over reader, not beta read.

word count: 2.8k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. the fruit of my late night thoughts nod nod. as per poll results, here’s hisoka as the cuck :3

Fantasizing—a children’s pastime, a mere way to escape from one’s gruelling reality but Chrollo Lucilfer would be lying to himself if he deemed he wasn’t immune to it. Oh, he certainly wasn’t without a doubt; the root of all his wildest dreams, and twisted carnal desires was none other than the woman beneath him, all in her serene nakedness—you.

So breathtakingly exquisite—the epitome of beauty. From the lust-clouded gaze that complimented the colour of your eyes all the way to the dulcet tone of your breaths, this was sinful heaven for Chrollo. Sinful not because of the sharp pleasure kissing down his spine but simply because you weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. Not lovers, not friends, mere acquaintances, and your heart was reserved for none other than a member of the Troupe he led.

But that never stopped Chrollo from fantasizing about you, about this. Ever the observant fighter, it didn’t take long for Hisoka to catch the former’s lingering stares on you—albeit, as blank as a sheet of paper—whenever he paraded you around. One of the biggest telling signs was that Chrollo had never uttered a word regarding your presence whenever you sat there during their meetings despite the other members’ dismay.

Of course, once something piqued Hisoka’s curiosity, he wouldn’t let go until a solid answer was handed to him on a silver platter. It was a short exchange between the two males, a few sharp retorts from Hisoka’s end but nonetheless, it led to this lewd scene. Per the magician’s words, he gave Chrollo permission to do whatever he pleased to you—to fuck, to make love, to get lost in eye-rolling pleasure within your very walls but only if he got to watch everything unfold.

From the intimate act of undressing, and peeling of clothes all the way to a passionate climax that was sure to vex his very bones, Hisoka was to watch it all.

Faint squeaks of the bed frame paired with yours, and Chrollo’s heated gasps filled every corner of the room; his thrusts were deep, and rapid, body intimately flushed against your own which absolutely left no room for coherent words to come out—with the way his cockhead repeatedly prodded your sweet spot, strings of broken whimpers, and low moans were the best you could muster.

Sex wasn’t something you were foreign with but the ungodly rhythm of Chrollo’s hips was enough to make you feel like a virgin again begging for more, more, more, nothing but pleasure engrained inside your mind, clawing, and running after that blissful sensation.

Chrollo was different from Hisoka, he handled you with the utmost gentleness but that didn’t take away the fact that he pounded you oh-so-passionately into the ivory mattress beneath. On the other hand, Hisoka was rough, and animalistic—purely driven by his wild carnal desires. 

Chrollo’s sweat-lined forehead rested against yours, face mere centimetres from your own as your breaths intertwined in a vulgar dance. The hearts of his palms captured your trembling hands in a firm hold, pinning them on either side of your head, and used as leverage to drive his cock deeper into your sopping cunt—as deep as his desires went for you.

He closed his eyes at the feel of your walls clenching around him, jaw tightening as electric pleasure shot up his spine, “F-fuck . .” God, you felt divine, Chrollo truly wanted to keep you to himself. He could treat you so much better than Hisoka—have you reach new heights of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.

Alas, that was out of the picture, Chrollo would have to settle for the mere intimacy of fucking you beneath these ivory covers, the same ones you, and Hisoka retire under after a long, tiring day. The duvet draped loosely across Chrollo’s back, mirroring a broken angel’s wings, and with the eager thrusts of his hips, it slowly slipped downwards. It was hot, and stuffy beneath the weight of the blanket but he’d do anything to keep the lewd intimacy from a pair of prying eyes.

That’s right, Hisoka sat on a chair not too far off the foot of the bed, an unamused expression plastered on his face but the growing tent between his spreaded legs hinted far from unamused.

Sure, the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls had his cock hardening but Hisoka was deprived. He clicked his tongue, the sharp sound was enough to reel Chrollo out of his pleasured state followed by a stutter in his thrusts. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Chrollo but I said to give me a show, didn’t I?” What was Hisoka supposed to do with your bodies tucked beneath the covers? 

His view was nothing but the top half of Chrollo’s naked back, and the covers moving along with the latter’s thrusts, other than that, it left everything to Hisoka’s imagination. Of course, he wasn’t going to let it be, not after he generously let Chrollo fuck you like this.

With a swift flick of his index finger, the rubbery bright pink aura extended from the tip of his digit all the way to the ivory covers atop Chrollo’s naked back, attaching itself onto the fabric. A smirk crept its way up to Hisoka’s face as he pulled the covers down, exposing the way your naked bodies intimately tangled with one another.

A rather surprised gasp left your lips as the cool air hugged your fervent body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Naturally, this had also caught Chrollo off guard but didn’t let on, instead, the raven haired male responded by drilling his hips at a much faster pace, pulling a string of broken moans from your throat which only fuelled the excitement embedded in Hisoka’s chest.

Light amber eyes fixated where you and Chrollo met, Hisoka intently watched as the former’s cock disappeared, and reappeared between your coated slit—not to mention the light sheen of your essence around Chrollo’s cock, causing it to glimmer beneath the afternoon rays that seeped through the windows. Now, this was what Hisoka wanted to see—you, and Chrollo all in your filthy glory.

The feeling of blood rapidly rushing down to his cock, and the familiar tingle between his legs made Hisoka’s citrine gaze roll back, not to mention the growing delight on his face—it was anything but an innocent look. Lewd, wet sounds that were once muffled beneath the ivory duvet now reached Hisoka’s ears like an unholy melody; the constant skin slapping, the mixture of high, and low moans—the impurity of it all, your lover revelled in it.

Sounds of the redhead’s shameless pornographic moans intertwined with your own, and Chrollo’s as he teased himself through the fabric of his pants. Excitement shocked every part of his body like electricity, rendering him sensitive to anything, and everything—it was the same sensation as the extreme bloodlust he felt whenever he thirsted for battle.

Chrollo quietly clicked his tongue, not bothering to glance back at Hisoka in annoyance. He needed to focus on you. And he did. Without compromising the pace of his hips, Chrollo hooked his fingers beneath the back of your right knee, and deftly slung your whole leg atop his shoulder. The deeper angle of his cock had your back arching, your hands scrambled for his taut biceps to claw, and dig into as he pushed you further, and further into the borders of insanity.

“C-Chrollo! Fuck—right there! Just like that—haah!”

He let out a low groan as your nails marked him up, leaving streaks of bright red on his skin. By the looks of it, he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Nonetheless, Chrollo’s pace didn’t let up despite the resistance of your walls, albeit, it had his legs quivering, and breath hitching—god, Hisoka was so fucking lucky to have this, to have you.

Chrollo closed his eyes, and parted his lips to make way for soft pants, he focused his entire body in chasing yours, and his pleasure, basking in the ultimate bliss his body was currently experiencing.

Yes. Yes. Ye—

“She likes—haah! She likes taking it from behind—ngh!” The raven haired male shot his eyes open at the sound of Hisoka’s wanton voice, the concentration he once held faltering just a bit from the sudden noise.

Despite Chrollo’s better judgement, he hauled you into the position like a mere ragdoll, deftly handling your limp body with equal amounts of roughness, and gentleness. Though, your arms violently shook, and gave out as soon as Chrollo re-entered your cunt. With your torso flush against the ivory sheets, your lower half remained in position—easier for him to drive his cock deeper; you swore you could feel him in your throat.

The redhead let out a low chuckle, eager hands messily pulling his pants down to free his hard cock; Hisoka sighed at the lack of restraint, and threw his head back, exposing the length of his neck. 

With the new position, Chrollo returned to the pace he had set earlier, heavy balls slapping against your clit from each hard thrust. Skin against skin burned like a searing blaze but god did it feel amazing, not to mention how it stimulated your sensitive bud in all the right ways.

Chrollo curled over himself to place wet open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine, moaning low saccharine praises in between. He pushed, and pushed into your sopping cunt until the coil deep in your stomach violently snapped. With a loud moan of his name muffled against the damp sheets, your back arched as you came around Chrollo—muscles taut, and knuckles a shade of ivory while pleasure gnawed at your skin.

Hisoka unabashedly fisted at his cock, one hand focused on pleasuring himself while the other sunk into the plush of the armchair. He matched the pace of his hand to Chrollo’s hips, imagining that it was your cunt instead of his palm, albeit, your velvety walls absolutely compared to nothing. Oh well, he’ll get a taste of you one way or another.

It didn’t take long for Chrollo to follow suit, driving his hips a couple more times before completely pulling out, and blowing his entire load on your bare back. He let out a shameless moan of your name—the loudest one he’s let out. Thick, milky ribbons of Chrollo’s cum unceremoniously painted your skin white, and all he could do was stare at it in a haze while his chest heaved up, and down.

On the other hand, Hisoka gave himself a few more rough pumps before squeezing the base of his leaking cock, lustily letting out a hiss as the pleasure he’d worked so hard for slowly dissipated. He cursed in between rough pants—the hunger for a sweet release just grew tenfold after depriving himself of an orgasm.

Hisoka had something better in mind than cumming on his hand.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Strong, muscular legs slightly quivered with every step taken towards the bed, cock standing proudly against his abdomen. Chrollo only narrowed his eyes at Hisoka, clearly displeased by his sudden initiative.

The former returned a smile, “Oh, don’t get greedy now, Chrollo. I’ll give you two choices—” He held out two long digits. “Either you sit, and watch or join in on the fun.”

Never in a million years would Chrollo even think to engage in a threesome with you, and Hisoka. He didn’t know what bothered him more, the fact that you were the latter’s lover or the fact that he was on the same bed as Hisoka. Nonetheless, here he was balls deep inside your ass, completely unhindered by inhibitions. Hisoka cursed at the feel of your wet cunt, biting his lips at the lewd sound it made as your hot cum coated his cock.

The redhead laid flat on his back, cunt wrapped around him while you straddled his lap which left Chrollo to take care of your backside. Your body remained slumped against Hisoka’s—limp, and quivering as if one wrong move would have you exploding to bits. Could you really blame yourself? Both men stretched you out like it was their sole purpose, it did nothing but put your body under immense pleasure.

You were sandwiched between Hisoka, and Chrollo as though mimicking a mere fly caught in a spider’s silken web, unable to escape. And that usually meant one thing: to wait for one’s impending doom before the ruthless arachnid strikes.

An experimental thrust of their hips had you wailing in pleasure. Having not given enough time to come down from your high, you were still too sensitive—any form of sexual stimulation immediately had your body uncontrollably shaking, and hot tears lining your eyes. Hisoka cupped your jaw with both hands, lifting your face in front of his own before closing the distance; heated, and rough just how he liked it; the redhead didn’t hesitate shoving his tongue past your lips, intimately exploring the inside of your mouth with the wet muscle.

If anything, the messy kiss was enough to distract you from the sudden rough pistoning of their hips—Hisoka gleefully swallowed your wanton moans, and relished at the burning sensation of your nails scratching down his bare chest. The bed creaked under the weight of their merciless thrusts with the headboard atop Hisoka’s head repeatedly banging the wall behind it; these sounds mixed with the lewd melody the three of you produced filled all four corners of the room.

It was funny, anyone would think that a Hisoka, and Chrollo tandem would be a match made in hell; highly volatile once paired together which would result in utter chaos but this—the two moved in perfect unison as though they shared one mind, one ideal. Even only if it was for this moment that they saw one another eye to eye, a wordless union to bring you to another orgasm.

A thin, translucent string of saliva connected your lips to Hisoka’s as he pulled away for a breather, hot breaths mingling with one another as you panted in eachother's face. A sense of pride bloomed across his crimson-marked chest as he watched your lust-filled eyes roll to the back of your head—Hisoka always had a thing for your expressions during sex, it served as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking you.

You looked beautiful bouncing on their cocks, head falling forward while taking their entire length like a champ; the only thing you could really do was grip onto Hisoka’s shoulders, and moan for your dear life. Chrollo couldn’t help but fixate on the way your ass jolted with every thrust, even just the sight of his cock disappearing, and reappearing between the globes of your ass had his head spinning.

It didn’t take long for you to reach yet another orgasm, and this time, it was more intense than the previous one; hot tears ran down your damp cheeks as your body convulsed from pleasure, a drawn out moan of their names combined scratched at your throat. As though he was punched in the gut, Chrollo curled over himself as you clenched around his cock, and attached his lips on your right shoulder, biting down hard at the bare skin.

Hisoka muttered sweet nothings while stroking your hair, amusement filling his tone; you laid there drowning in pleasure while both men remained chasing their own bliss, hips stuttering. It was filthy, and soaking wet where Chrollo, and Hisoka entered you, arousal mixed with your cum messily dripping down the latter’s balls, and onto the sheets beneath.

Chrollo’s digits dug into your skin, he sheathed his cock all the way inside your ass before emptying all his cum inside; he rode out his orgasm by grinding his hips, earning a dainty gasp of his name. Chrollo violently shuddered before releasing your skin from his teeth, he lapped, and kissed at the marks, helping ease the painful sensation he left.

This left Hisoka to firmly plant his feet on the mattress, and thrust upwards which sent your body bouncing once more; short gasps turned into full blown wanton moans as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your sweet spot, bringing your body into overstimulation. Hisoka groaned loudly as the familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach returned, you could tell he was close from the way his fingers gripped your waist with such desperation.

Strings of colourful curses left your lover’s throat as he came inside you, ribbons of his thick essence filling your walls all the way to the brim ‘til it leaked out, and dripped down his balls.

Heavy pants filled the room, the smell of sinful sex hung heavy in the air. The three of you remained still for a moment to catch your breaths but the short time also allowed your minds to clear of lust, and for the whole situation to actually settle in—of what the three of you just did.

Though, it was safe to say that Chrollo wasn’t going to let you escape from his hold any time soon—as though he had you entangled in bands of swathing silk—especially after finally getting a taste of you.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Screening: Dracula (1931).

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Runtime: 1.8k.

TW: Implied Non/Con, Obsessive Behavior, Threats of Physical Violence, Slight Gore, and Mentions of Death.

Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

You could feel his eyes burning into you from the other side of the abruptly-too-short table, the chill of the marble slab where it threatened to press into your midriff, but you did your best to ignore both. The table had already been set by the time you were called down to the dining room, a small army of silver platters arranged neatly in the space between you and him. You hadn’t eaten since the night before, but you weren’t hungry. Even if you had been, it was hard to imagine forcing yourself to choke down anything aside from your own anxiety. You were tempted to try your luck with the generously poured glass of wine to your left, but to drink it, you’d have to reach for it, and to reach for it, you’d have to lift your hands from where they were balled in your lap and you couldn’t do that because your hands wouldn’t stop fucking shak—

“Is the meal not to your tastes, dear?”

“It’s perfect,” you responded immediately, beaming. You grabbed the wine glass before you could hesitate, drinking as much as you could stand to. Chrollo’s ever-present grin had taken on a contented lull by the time you set it down. “Remind me to thank the chef before I leave. That is, if I ever actually manage to catch him.” And then, with a forced laugh, “That is, if this storm ever lets up long enough for me to get out of here.”

As if on cue, thunder clapped outside, followed shortly by a bolt of lightning bright enough to cast the dimly light dining room in a vibrant silver haze. You shrunk into your seat, but Chrollo’s dark eyes only seemed to brighten. “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t run into a member of my staff, yet. It’s been… how long? Four days?” Six. Come midnight, you’d be celebrating your week-long anniversary. “I hope you don’t think I’m keeping anyone away from you deliberately. Not that I’d mind keeping you to myself.”

It took everything you had to smile rather than cringe, to laugh rather than bury your face in your hands and scream. A day ago, you would’ve found your host’s nonchalance charming, but it was hard to find someone charming when the thought of meeting his eyes made you feel physically sick. It was hard to believe you’d been so thankful when you first turned-up on the doorstep of his dark, empty countryside mansion, when you realized you wouldn’t be at the mercy of an ancient, self-isolating millionaire but a man around you own age who, as far as you could tell, was as flustered to see you as you were to need his help. You explained that your car broke down about half a mile down the road, and he invited you to spend the night before calling for help at a more reasonable hour. The typhoon had rolled in not long before sunrise, and, well…

Again, thunder crashed and rain pelted the mansion from all directions. This time, you flinched into your seat before you could stop yourself.

It was your own fault, honestly. It’s not like there weren’t signs that something was wrong. Chrollo was charming, but he was off-putting, too. He seemed to treat the concept of personal space as more of a suggestion as a rule, whether that meant seeking you out in the tightest corner of the mansion’s sprawling library just to share a sofa truly meant for, at most, one person or letting himself into your room at night as if he couldn’t tell the difference between two in the afternoon and two in the morning. He claimed to have a full staff, and yet, you’d never run into any maids, butlers or cooks – never saw anyone who wasn’t Chrollo. His clothes always seemed to be either strange or ill-fitting, like he was wearing items from someone else’s closet, and more damningly, he didn’t seem at all suspicious of you, the stranger he’d allowed to stay in his home for nearly a week, now. No offense was particularly jarring, but it should’ve added up. You should’ve noticed sooner.

The only thing you could do, you figured, was bid your time and sneak out in the early hours of the morning. The landlines were down and you didn’t have cell reception, but the next house couldn’t be that far away, and you doubted Chrollo would follow you into the storm. Or, you hoped he wouldn’t, at least. You couldn’t really do much more than that.

“So,” Chrollo went on, and you made a point of nodding and smiling like he’d just said the smartest thing you’d ever heard, “When did you find the bodies?”

Immediately, your expression fell. A second later, you noticed that your hands had stopped shaking, but only because you’d lost the ability to move entirely.

When you finally regained the will to speak, it was all you could do to spit out something pathetically noncommittal. “...I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”

“Don’t be shy. I promise, I’m not mad, just curious.” He paused, letting his eyes bore into you. “You left the door unlocked.”

Ah.

The basement door, to be more specific. Calling what you’d found ‘bodies’ might’ve been a little generous, too. What little had been left of each corpse was already so badly deteriorated that it would’ve been impossible to tell which detached hand might’ve belonged to what disembodied torso. That was probably your fault, too. If you’d known to be wary of Chrollo, you would’ve known better than to follow him into the one place he’d asked you not to go, the one place he seemed to always disappear to when he wasn’t breathing down your neck.

“This morning,” you admitted. “I was bored and looking for you. Honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing that it took me this long to realize you were a…”

You trailed off, but Chrollo was more than happy to finish in your stead. “A member of the Phantom Troupe?”

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from buckling – your mouth falling open as you stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oh my god,” And then, after burying your face in your hands, “I thought you were a fucking vampire, you goth prick.”

That was enough to earn an airy chuckle from Chrollo, any condescension hidden well underneath wry amusement. While you tried to recover, he went on. “I suppose I don’t have to tell you that I don’t actually live here. In truth, I only arrived a few hours before you did – long enough to dispose of the residents and staff, even if getting rid of their remains has been an…” For once, his eyes shifted away from you, skirting to the left. “An ongoing process.”

With a shallow sigh, he pushed himself to his feet rounding the table and falling into the chair closest to you. Dinner, if he’d ever had any interest in it at all, was thoroughly forgotten as he propped an arm on the edge and rested his chin on his knuckles. “I hope you’ll forgive me for not being more upfront. In a line of work like mine, it’s so rare to find an opportunity to play house.”

So, he was a thief. No, it was more than that – he was a world-class thief, with worse crimes under his belt than a handful of homicides and the wrongful imprisonment of one confused civilian. God. This was bad. You should’ve left earlier – as soon as you found the bodies. You should’ve never gotten out of your car at all.

Slowly, you straightened your back, keeping your arms crossed as you glared half-heartedly. “Are you going to let me leave?”

He hummed, drumming his fingers against his jaw. “Now, why would I go and do something like that?”

Your heart sank in your chest. “You’re going to kill me, then?”

“Now you’re just being hurtful.” It was uncanny, how little his demeanor changed prior and post to his confession. If anything, he seemed even more smug – like he was basking in your apparent terror. “As if I could be so wasteful. Besides, I was under the impression that you’ve been enjoying out time together.”

“And I was under the impression that you weren’t a serial killer!” You threw up your hands, agitation quickly overshadowing the worst of your nerves. “Things can change!”

“I suppose they can.” He was so frustratingly calm. If the memory of his dissected victims wasn’t burnt so deeply into your mind, you would’ve rolled your eyes. “And eventually, things will. You don’t think I plan to keep you trapped in this estate forever, do you?”

Rather than dwell on the implication, you moved on swiftly. “If you’re not going to hurt me, you can’t stop me from leaving. The storm can’t be more dangerous than spending another night with you.”

Somehow, his smile only seemed to grow that much wider. “Did you know that the majority of deaths related to natural disasters are from delayed attempts to evacuate? There are all sorts of threats – flooding, debris, sinkholes…” He brightened with each listed hazard, and you tried (and failed) not to picture yourself drowning in muddy rainwater. “Oh, and sickness, of course. Spend enough time in the rain and it won’t matter if you eventually find shelter – you’ll die of pneumonia in a matter of weeks.”

“You don’t know—”

“And, for the record, I said I wasn’t planning to kill you. You never asked about anything else.” He let out a dry chuckle. “I’m sorry, but I sure you understand. It’d just be irresponsible to promise that I’ll never have to, say, dislocate your ankle to stop you from making a very brash, very unadvisable decision.”

“Like calling the cops.”

“Like trying to go outside in a very bad, very easily deadly storm,” he clarified. “You can contact anyone you’d like, but please, try to be considerate. I’m going to run out of room in the basement eventually.”

This time, when you melted into your seat, it wasn’t out of reflex or anxiety, but in a deliberate effort to put that much more distance between him and you. “I… I don’t want to get hurt, and I don’t want to die,” you admitted, taking longer than it should’ve to say something so glaringly obvious. “Tell me what I have to do to make that not happen.”

Yet another clap of thunder. This time, the lightning didn’t so much as tint his soulless eyes. “Straight to the point, as always. I like that about you.”

For the first time, he seemed to hesitate – a pink haze spreading over his pale cheeks as he reached out and laid his hand, almost gingerly, over yours. His trepidation was short-lived, though, only lasting up until the second you tried to pull away and he had an excuse to intertwine his fingers with yours, his grip tight enough to bruise.

“Why don’t we get to bed, darling?”  

[mill-kh]

chrollo core

[confessioncassette]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞 -

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, ��𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!

Free.

In this moment you feel weightless and unchained. Sitting pretty in the passenger seat, your body buzzes from alcohol. Chrollo was kind enough to take you out after a successful heist, ordering you drink after drink at a high class jazz bar. With the tang of the dirty margaritas still coating your lips, you smile as your hair whips your face from the open window.

The generous black haired man drives quietly, a limp wrist hanging over the steering wheel as you cruise the open highway. Streetlights dazzle in your lidded gaze as they pass by, the city surrounds you, tall buildings and skyscrapers illuminate in sparkling lights.

Like a rebirth, you chose your own path and found the Phantom Troupe. You left everything behind to start fresh. And meeting the leader of the spiders wasn't as terrifying as you thought it would be. Walking through the doors that day in a dingy abandoned warehouse, the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on sat on a wooden box, flipping through a book. Chrollo was charming and soft spoken, graciously opening his arms for you to join after you've demonstrated your nen abilities. Grey eyes swam with amusement the moment he saw you.

"Interesting," was all he said with a soft smile.

You've only been a part of the troupe for a few days, and your first heist the other night was a success. You couldn't think of a better way to earn some respect as a new member. At the last second, dodging attacks from gang members, you cinched the one object Chrollo desired most. While the other members gave you appreciation for sneaking past obstacles as they fought, Chrollo was more than pleased watching you from the sidelines.

He was adamant on celebrating.

Music played over the radio drowning out the wind. He doesn't mind it being as loud as it is, because you hum beside him. He noticed that you enjoyed his music taste, as you always hummed happily when the classical music rang through their temporary hide-out. The choir crescendos with a whining violin. Glancing over at you, your knees rest against the center console while your heels lay forgotten underneath the glove box.

Chrollo swallows, drinking in the softness of your flesh. Your skirt's riding up too, don't you know that?

You hum, completely engrossed in the instruments, waving your arms around to the melody that plays out of the radio.

"Boss," you giggle, leaning into him.

You'd soon learn to call him by his name.

Your dress is too fucking low. He should hate it, hate that you're so indecently exposed, but he can't look away. He loathes that with you he can't seem to think straight. If just one man approached you at the bar, it's pathetic how he'd lose his composure. He's lucky that he got you out of there before...

You're a classy woman, and act in such a manner. You're exceptional, poised and strong, and it's getting difficult to contain himself when the perfumes from your lotion waft in his face. That last drink he ordered you had a little more kick.

"Thank you for tonight, I had the best time." You tilt your head to the side, looking up at him through thick lashes. Thankfully, you aren't slurring. Yet. Even in this state, you carry yourself well. "It's been a while since I've actually had fun."

The streaming lights dance across your face, and your eyes shine under the hues of the city.

He gives you a charming smile, eyes fixated on the road.

Turning your attention to the buttons on the ceiling, you press around. If Chrollo was annoyed with you, he definitely didn't show it. In fact, he found you amusing. Just a little longer before he'd get even closer to you.

Fumbling around with controls, you turn on and off lights, lock the doors a few times and even open the sunglasses compartment before you press the button to open the sunlight.

Wind howls through the ceiling when the skylight pulls back, wisping your hair in all directions. Before standing up, you turn the dial on the radio to blast the music even louder.

You lift yourself up to the open air through the skylight, immediately the wind slams into the top half of your body.

Free. A new beginning.

Spreading your arms wide, you welcome the wind and enjoy the speed of the car. From up here, the city looks giant, engulfing you in dazzling concrete structures. Drunkenness swirls under your skin and you lean your head back, exposing your neck to the cold wind. Your hair pulls fiercely behind you as you close your eyes.

You let out a happy gasp before laughing. You feel like a soaring bird, completely unchained.

Opening your eyes, the ceiling of the tunnel soars above you. Dimly lit lights pass you by in a set rhythm.

From below you, the Phantom Troupes leader's gaze fixates between your legs. With the way one of your legs is propped up on the center console he can see directly up your dress. Black laced panties peeking through, a sinful tease. It's taken him so much resolve to keep himself composed for just a few days, and at this rate, he'd be a failure to give in. Keeping his eyes between you and the road, he adjusts his hips upwards to relieve what's aching beneath his pants.

His chest swells with the crescendo of the intense melody that blasts through his ears and he takes a breath.

Your beauty is tragic. Tragic in a way that you make him ache.

Like glass shattering underneath the dam of his mind, he decides that...

What's wrong with starting now?

Placing a calloused hand around your ankle, Chrollo rubs his thumb over your flesh, cherishing the feeling of your lotioned skin. You remain standing, watching the cracks in the ceiling of the tunnel pass you by. You're as pliant as you can be, just the way he's dreamed of seeing you. Over the course of just a few days, images of your face underneath him torture his mind. He's sure that you feel it too, that you want him just as much as he wants you. Not just in a sexual way, but as a life partner. You're his newfound muse.

Little do you know that you already belong to him.

Chrollo's primal urge takes over, sliding his hand up your leg, gently skimming the flesh of your inner thighs. It may seem like he's testing the waters, but every movement is calculated. Like a game of chess, even just within a few days of you being in the Troupe, he's planned every step to make you his. All he needed was for you to get comfortable before he could strike.

Mind hazy with alcohol, your head spins, feeling warm fingers barely touching up and up and up...

Wetness slithers a path up your calf, ending in a gentle bite with hot breath. Soft lips savor your taste, kissing your skin in hunger. The end of the tunnel soars past, opening into a smoggy night sky.

You roll your eyes back into your skull at the feeling, the open highway street lights spinning within your vision.

Chrollo lubricates a finger in his mouth before pressing gently at your clit over your panties. His spit soaks through, heating up your sensitive bud. The coarseness of the lace grinds into you, sending shockwaves of pleasure in your dazed state. Keeping a deathgrip on the steering wheel and eyes on the road, Chrollo's cock throbs.

Fingers circle over your sweet spot, gradually growing rougher and rougher. Your body reacts in a drunken state, grinding back into his touch. Chrollo bites into your calf harder now, easing the pain with a kiss. Your own slick pools between your legs and as if Chrollo can smell your sweetness, his finger slides over your panties to your hole before curling a finger underneath. Blunt fingertips dip inside to gather your juices and prod the entrance of your hole.

Your body reacts unsuspectingly and your knees buckle, bringing your legs together. Your reaction displeases the raven haired man and he quickly punishes you by pinching your inner thigh, right where you're most sensitive. You open back up for him with a whine.

It was the perfect time, when you came into his life. He's had everything he's ever wanted, until he realized that he needed you.

You were unsuspecting. Unknowing of what the Phantom Troupe's leader planned to do with you... more so what he's already done. But it's just because he knows that you feel it too.

You were his the moment he laid eyes on you.

Yes, of course this was fate.

[harmonysanreads]

Yanderes who, when you misbehave, force you to watch horror movies as a form of punishment.

Fortunately for them and unfortunately for you, the movies don't scare the Yanderes themselves. So, by way of their utmost generosity, they decide to even remain in your now-torture room. You would've to sunk through the crevice of the cushions even, if the way you sit at the farthest end of the couch is anything of evidence. Nails digging into the sinews of your arms due to the absence of a pillow or blanket, expression schooled with crumbling nonchalance — you paint such an entertaining picture.

To further unsettle things, they don't attempt to shift closer towards you either like usual instances, knowing very well what the outcome of your defiance will be. The movies themselves are littered with jump-scares, annoyingly immersive sound design and disturbing imagery. The strategy works due to your nerves being frayed from prolonged captivity, the sudden onslaught of stimulus making you particularly jumpy.

The metal cuffs fastened around your ankle and wrists render you immobile from making an escape. You don't even process the shadows blanketing the room twisting and merging to form simulacrums of your fears until your eyes frantically search for them, looking almost bored as screams ricochet off of the walls of your enclosure. The fact that your subconscious gravitated towards your captor for comfort, creates a far uncomfortable ripple throughout your nervous-system than the slaughter taking place on the big screen.

And this show will continue without pause until you beg to be cradled in their embrace once more, promising to never be disobedient again.

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Aaa back to my origins, I missed writing for Chrollo, he is such an interesting character with some many layers to peel off. Got inspired to write this after doing a lesson for my course where me and my group were discussing about the meaning of life and, y'know, philosophical questions like this would get Chrollo debating for hours just so he could understand his darling opinions.

The room was dimly lit, the only light source was a flickering candle on a worn-out table - the room Chrollo rented this time left to be desired, quaint, old. Shadows danced along the cracked walls, creating an atmosphere that was both claustrophobic and eerie. And you were almost certain that you saw a roach running somewhere. You hated here.

Most of all, you hated him.

Chrollo's dark eyes bore into yours, the intensity of his gaze sending even more chills down your spine. The air as always was thick with tension, one could not have a simple conversation with someone like him im peace.

He leaned forward, his shadows swallowing the light as he let his book rest on the table before turning to look at you again. You could almost see the gears turning on his head. Chrollo was calm and composed but there was something deeply unsettling about him — an aura of danger that lingered just beneath the surface.

Maybe it was his eyes. His very beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that were so similar to two black holes devouring and tainting anything they fell upon. He rested his chin on his hand, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips as he observed you, as he searched through your soul for something only he knew about.

"Entertain me, dear," Chrollo began, his voice smooth, almost gentle, yet laced with a sinister undertone, drumming his fingers against his leg, "What do you think is the meaning of life?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. You hesitated, knowing that your answer could shape the course of this conversation. He liked doing that; giving you something to think about to mold you into who he thinks you should be. Chrollo was unpredictable, his mind a labyrinth of thoughts and intentions that were impossible to decipher, yet you were learning how to read his mannerisms.

If he could read you like an open book, then you should learn and do the same to him. Two can play this game.

He was a man who could kill without remorse, who was used to steal and take without feeling nothing for the victims, even then here he was, asking you to ponder something as profound as the meaning of life. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to curse him; the man who took you from your old life.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "I think the meaning of life is… To find s purpose. To create something that gives our existence meaning, whether it's love, art, or even just surviving the challenges we face. Don't you think?"

Chrollo's smile widened, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Purpose, you say? Interesting." He leaned back, crossing his arms as he considered your words. "But what if your purpose is tied to destruction, to chaos because the world failed you? Can that be considered a valid purpose?"

The question sent a shiver down your spine. You knew what he was getting at. Chrollo's life was one of bloodshed and mayhem, his purpose seemingly intertwined with the suffering of others. The thought of justifying such a life made your stomach churn, but you couldn't afford to show weakness.

Sometimes, you mused, Chrollo must think of you like a butterfly strapped to his table while he dissected you.

Or that's how you felt.

"Purpose is subjective," You replied carefully, your voice steady despite the unease creeping through you. "Some might find meaning in creation, others in destruction. But I believe it ultimately comes down to how we perceive our actions and the impact they have on the world around us."

Chrollo's eyes narrowed, the intensity of his gaze becoming almost unbearable. "And what about you?" He asked, his voice soft but deadly serious. "What is your purpose? What meaning do you find in your life?"

The room seemed to close in around you, the air growing colder, more oppressive. You could feel the weight of Chrollo's expectations pressing down on you, as if he was daring you to give the wrong answer. Your mind raced, searching for the right words, the right response that would satisfy him.

"My purpose..." You began, letting your eyes fall to your folded hands. You didn't have one, not anymore at least, he stole that and any chance that you could find it. "My purpose is to live. To experience everything life has to offer, the good and the bad. To find my own path, whatever that may be."

My purpose is to survive you, to kill you. But not yet, dear. You concluded mentally, imitating his tone.

Chrollo studied you in silence, his expression unreadable. The tension in the room was almost suffocating, the silence stretching out until it felt like it would never end. Then, slowly, he nodded, as if accepting your answer — though you couldn't tell if he was satisfied or merely amused.

"An admirable sentiment," He said finally, though his tone was laced with a special kind of amusement. "But remember, the path you choose may not always be under your control, life has a way of steering us in directions we never expected. I'm certain you're quite familiar with this."

Chrollo was a man who thrived on control, on manipulating the lives of others to suit his own ends. It annoyed you greatly that he liked to pour salt over the wound, teasing you about your current predicament.

This time you didn't look away. You held his gaze, refusing to let him see the fear that threatened to consume you. If you were going to survive him, you needed to be strong, to show him that you weren't just another victim.

"I suppose that's true," You replied, forcing a small smile. "But I also believe we have the power to shape our own future, to defy and erase certain aspects of it."

Chrollo's eyes gleamed with a dark amusement, and for a moment, you thought you saw something dangerous flicker in his expression. "Perhaps," He nodded, his voice low and almost mocking. "But remember, in the end, the meaning of life may be nothing more than what we make of it… Or what someone else makes it for us."

The conversation ended with those words, the tension in the room slowly dissipating but leaving behind an unsettling feeling that lingered in your chest. Chrollo rose from his seat, his movements graceful and deliberate. He gave you one last, lingering look before turning to leave, his presence as haunting as ever.

"I'll buy us something to eat, behave yourself in the meantime."

As the door closed behind him, you were left alone with your thoughts, the candle's flame flickering weakly in the darkness. The meaning of life, what did it matter in a world where someone like Chrollo Lucilfer existed, where lives were manipulated and discarded without a second thought?

You couldn't shake the feeling that, in his own twisted way, Chrollo had found his meaning right here and now.

And if he did, if he found his meaning, you didn't want to know what it was.

[mayxo-hxh]

hxh taught me a lot about what it truly means to have experience in your area of expertise.

this is what having experience in the field means. They figured out so much in only so little and immediately took measures against it. this fight is so good... shows u how insane the zoldycks are

even chrollo was like damn chill!!

[shalotttower]

Title: A Shoe Made for Walking Notes: yandere!Chrollo, coercion, kidnapped Reader, forced relationship, obsessive behaviour.

He started taking you clothes shopping lately, for reasons unknown.

Not that you're in desperate need of anything new. You've got enough things to last through the month twice, and the closet is bursting at seams with pretty silk tops, camisoles and skirts of various lengths, plus some cardigans on the side. Chrollo enjoys dressing you up as much as he enjoys undressing you, and since you're not a fan of either, it's an endless game of push and pull.

You're not sure how to feel about it.

If this is his way of getting you to spend time with him, if he's finally lost his mind altogether, or if this is just another one of his sudden whims.

"What's the point of this?" you ask while he browses through a rack of summer dresses, flowy and floral ones with delicate straps. They look like they would melt in your hands in a puddle of cotton candy.

He looks up. "Hm?"

"This," you repeat. "It's not like I'm going to wear any of them."

Chrollo stops sifting through the fabrics to focus on you. He does that often. Stares. Sometimes you think he simply forgets that he should blink once in a while.

"No," he hums. "Not now."

It sounds so simple, so easy, and a bit too much like 'later' for your liking.

There's a tightness in your throat which comes with these words and stays there until you manage to swallow it back down. You're not naive enough to believe that what he means is 'once you're comfortable.'

There's something sick about how normal Chrollo can make this look.

You, him, a mall in a nice part of the city.

Something must slip onto your face, because he leans to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Don't look so forlorn, dear," Chrollo says and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "It won't be long."

You're not sure what's worse ─ this gentle reassurance, or the fact that his fingers find yours, and entwine with them without resistance.

"Let's find some shoes to match."

[babydaddyleorio]

seamless phantom

01. Chrollo

Chrollo sat on the couch, his head thrown back over the edge and throat on full display. His eyes were closed, and his legs were spread wide. Tonight, he dressed in loose black slacks with his tie undone around his button-down. His fingers danced in the air as if he were conducting a concerto as he listened to the classical music playing from the radio on top of the stool in the corner.

“How’s that file coming, Shal?” Chrollo suddenly asked. The blonde on the other side of the room pauses his typing at his boss’ sudden voice before leaning his head back in his chair.

“Almost ready!” Shalnark called in his usual chirpy voice.

Chrollo hummed in response, going back to his music. Shalnark waited, whispering “c’mon” repeatedly under his breath impatiently for the loading bar on the screen to finish. Finally, a popup appeared that said complete.

“Boss, it’s done.” 

Chrollo slowly opened his eyes, his gaze focused on the ceiling as gravity made his hair hang behind him. He slowly sat up straight, stretching his limbs as he rose from the loveseat’s cushions. He walked towards Shalnark, sticking one hand in his pocket as the other rubbed the back of his neck to relieve the tension built there.

“What did you find?” He asked as he came behind Shalnark, leaning his head down with excited eyes to see the computer screen. Shalnark started typing rapidly before a profile popped up.

“Let’s see, her file says that she got in this morning and is currently staying at the Hunter's hotel. She has a party scheduled in a few hours that she’s hosting ⎯ It’s to celebrate the launch of her latest fashion line.”

“Think I can make it?” Chrollo asked while briefly glancing at him, and Shalnark tapped his chin while trailing his eyes to the side.

“Well, it is on the other side of town, plus it’s a fancy event meaning you’d have to dress appropriately, and there's bound to be a lot of people there since she’s pretty popular. So in conclusion, I’d say it’s possible, you might have to break the speed limit though.”

“I believe I can manage that.” Chrollo nodded with a smirk, lazily stretching his arms in front of him as he clasped his hands together.

“I also should mention that it’s invite only, so you may have to steal someone’s identity to get in.”

Chrollo yawned in disinterest. “Can you print me an ID real fast for a guest?”

Shalnark nodded. “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

Chrollo was always fascinated with Shalnark’s skills. And he watched with humorous eyes at how easy it was to get his hands on an ID that did not belong to him.

“Alright, here you go.” Shalnark handed him the plastic card and Chrollo thanked him.

“Well, I’ll be on my way,” Chrollo said, saluting as he walked out of the motel room he was in. 

“Good luck!” Shalnark shouted as Chrollo left, but he didn’t need to wish it because Chrollo always got what he wanted, and he currently had his eyes set on you.

⎯ 🕸

Shalnark was right about there being a lot of people here tonight. 

Chrollo whistled under his breath as he made his way into the hotel’s foyer. The guests all looked to be pretentious snobs showcasing phony smiles. Chrollo humorously upturned his lips to fit into the crowd around him. What Shalnark forgot to mention was that it was a masquerade party that was being hosted tonight. Chrollo's eyes were covered in a black, studded design and his hand twirled the stick it was attached to between his fingertips.

“Vincent Yoshino.” Chrollo read the fake name on the ID out loud, raising his eyebrow in consideration with a head tilt. “Has a nice ring to it, I suppose.”

He walked further into the building, taking note of how the people were mingling. He checked his watch, 5 more minutes until the party began. He could take this opportunity to quickly scope out the layout of the first floor, maybe he’d go right now while he still had time to spare. As Chrollo reasoned with his thoughts, he was unaware of the Louboutins that were marching in his direction.

“Hello, handsome.” 

Chrollo paused, glancing beside him to see a tall woman. She had tanned skin, a flawless bob, and blinding crimson lipstick. The dress she wore was nice as well, hugging her figure as she walked closer to Chrollo.

“Good evening.” Chrollo politely responded, nodding his head with a grin.

“Haven’t seen you here before,” She drawled, giving him a once over with a smirk. “Would’ve remembered a catch such as you.”

Chrollo chuckled, mentally wishing that this woman would find someone else to bother.

“Well, I typically don’t like showing my face at large events. I am not a fan of socializing with others, you see.”

Take the hint, Chrollo thought to himself tiredly.

The woman eyed him ravenously before extending her hand.

“My name is Chiyo Hano, but everyone calls me Chi-Chi.” She said and Chrollo remembered reading her file on his way here as well. She was a very famous model, known for her sculpted face. 

Chrollo grabbed her hand, shaking it softly. “Vincent Yoshino, nice to meet you.”

The party was beginning to start, and Chrollo took that as his chance to slip away. He walked in, and he saw you standing above the banister, smiling largely while waving at your incoming guests.

Chrollo smirked and effortlessly grabbed a drink from the waiter's platter as he passed him.

Let the games begin.

[imagineanime2022]

Perfect Pair *Part 4*

Kalluto Zoldyck X Sister!Reader (Platonic) Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!Reader (Possibly)

Word Count: 1566

Requested: Anon

Request: Can we have part 4 for perfect pair?

*Part 3*

The spiders had been a little less problematic for Kalluto over the past couple of weeks in fact he seemed to have started to fit in with a few of them, Phinks being the one to make sure that Kalluto came back from the mission’s he was sent on with him. You stayed neutral to most of them, now not entirely aggressive to them but not friends either. Chrollo had been keeping an eye on you, he wanted to crack the hard exterior and figure out who you were under all of that.

You had been sitting in the hideout. You gun lay in pieces in front of you as you cleaned it. “You like to spend a lot of time alone.” Chrollo announced his presence with that sentence, you glanced back at him before continuing to clean your gun. “Can I help you with something boss?” You asked. “I just want to talk.” He answered. “About?” You asked. “Well you and your brother, you must have come from somewhere dangerous to want to join this troupe.” Chrollo said as he looked at you, you glanced at him and began to put your gun back together. “What does it matter where we came from?” You asked. “If you want us to trust you then it does.” He answered. “I never asked you to trust me, I have what I wanted a place here.” You answered, placing the now fully assembled gun on the table in front of you. “I could take that place from you.” Chrollo threatened and you smirked while shrugging. “It seems that would be more of a detriment for you than us.” You said “I’ve gotten you far more intel then you’ve had before and my brother serves his purpose in infiltration.” “It’s foolish of you to think that we would keep you for your skills.” He said. “It’s foolish of you to think that you can scare me or my brother, we’ve lived through worse than this and we will continue to live through it.” You stood from where you were sitting and his hand reached out to grab your wrist. “What do the Zoldyck’s want with us?” Chrollo asked. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “You think we wouldn’t be able to find out, that you were the famed second oldest from the Zoldyck family?” He asked. “Famed? I doubt that.” You argued. “Let me ask you something, would you stay in a family who dedicate themselves to one future leader based solely on image and nen type?” “Is he worthy?” Chrollo asked. “You’ve met him, you tell me. The white haired kid that you captured a few months ago, with his dark haired friend.” You describe Killua, Chrollo nodded. “He has potential.” Chrollo answered. “I don’t deny that but he doesn’t want it, to run the family and you know where that leaves people like me and Kalluto?” You asked, he shook his head in response “we clean up all the messes that he makes and smooth over relationships that he destroys and eliminate those who intend to hurt him.” “That doesn’t explain why you are both here.” He reminded you. “Maybe I want to give him the chance to figure out who he is, he hasn’t had the chance, they’ve molded him into their perfect assassin but I want to know who he is.” You explained. “And you, who are you outside of your family?” He asked. “A defying force and a protector, so instead of fighting me show me why it’s worth protecting all of you.” You suggested pulling away from him.

Chrollo had decided that he needed a partner to keep his cover and so he chose you, Kalluto would be the one looking for information while you and Chrollo kept an eye on the target and made sure that he didn’t go back to his room. “You look amazing.” Chrollo smirked and you narrowed your eyes at him and you looked at him in the suit, his hair was down instead of being slicked back and there was a headband that sat around your forehead. “No need to flatter me, I’ve already agreed to do the mission.” “No flattery, just a compliment.” He said as he put out his arm “are you ready?” “Ready.” You nodded.

Chrollo was surprised by the change in you, even he believed that you were interested in him and the event that he brought you to. You were just as impressed with Chrollo given the fact that his eyes seemed to follow you in a way that made it seem natural, you both slipped into a comfortable act until it was shattered by one voice “Hello sister.” You looked around to see a man smiling at you, he looked nothing like either of your brothers but you could not mistake the killing intent coming from him. “Illumi, what are you doing here?” You asked. “You're not the only one interested in the treasure this host hides.” He explained. “So someone hired you to find out for them, don’t you specialise in information, you specialise in killing.” You reminded him as if he would have forgotten. “Unless you took the job because you knew that the spiders would be here.” “Don’t worry father hasn’t put out the order to kill you just yet… I wonder what he’s waiting for.” Illumi mumbled, pressing his finger to his chin. “What do you want?” You asked. “What do I want?” He asked. “Well I want to know what you're doing with the spiders…” “I’m just here for Kalluto.” You answered. “Mmm, the way I see it there have been a number of situations that you would have killed others for.” He said as he glanced at Chrollo behind you, who even now hadn’t taken his hand from your waist. “You like them too, don’t you?” “They were disagreements.” You muttered and he looked at you. “You’ve tried to kill me for a disagreement.” Illumi said. “I hate you.” You informed him and he smirked. “Exactly.” He nodded, it was then that you realised the conversation was going nowhere, it served another purpose. “You're distracting me.” You mumbled as you turned to Chrollo. “Check in with the others.” “Do you think Kalluto can win a fight against Hisoka?” Illumi asked, you growled as you headed towards the door leading back into the hotel, once you were out of sight you started running heading for the room where Kalluto was supposed to be.

“You should be careful around her.” Illumi said as Chrollo turned to follow you “she’s not here because she wants to be.” “I’ve known that since the moment that I saw her.” Chrollo answered “that doesn’t mean that I can’t change her mind.” “Change her mind?” Illumi asked, Chollo smirked all too aware of the fact that he couldn’t start a fight in the middle of the party. “What will your family do if they lose their informants?” Chollo mused as he started walking towards the door “and with the heir already gone what would be left of the great Zoldycks?” Illumi grit his teeth as he watched Chrollo disappear into the crowd and turned away, maybe his father had miscalculated and there were too many pieces scattered to the wind and you were the least obedient of them all.

You kicked your way into the room, attention turning to you long enough that Phinks and Kalluto could make space “Ahh (Y/N) how nice to see you again.” Hisoka greeted you and you rolled your eyes pulling the gun from the holster under your dress, letting off a few shots. “How long do you think it’ll take for the guards to get here?” You asked before moving in front of Phinks and Kalluto. “Go, both of you before they get here.” “We can-” “Come on kid.” Phinks grabbed Kalluto basically throwing him over his shoulder before getting out of the room, you let off another shot when Hisoka tried to follow him. “I assume you don’t have what you came for.” You said as you put the gun back in the holster under your skirt. “It would seem that your brother just escaped with the information that we were looking to collect.” Hisoka answered. “That is good news.” You smirked. “You really are an interesting one, I wonder why he’s always kept me away from you.” Hisoka smirked as he walked towards you. “I wouldn’t get too close, you’ve got to get out of here, I assume you aren’t on the guest list dressed like that.” Your eyes moved up and down his form looking at what was his normal attire. “I guess that is true.” He sighed as he glanced into the hall where you could both hear the footsteps. “I should take my leave.” you moved into the shadow of the door and waited for the guards to come in easily skating around them and heading back down the hall, turning the corner and bumping into Chrollo as you did. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, did Phinks and Kalluto get out okay?” You asked. “I got a message from Shalnark saying they are fine.” He promised. “Well then it’s time for us to take our leave.” You said taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs that lead down to the lobby exit and out of harm's way.

*Part 5*

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[chrollogy]

SECONDS AWAY FROM INSANITY

— chrollo lucilfer x f!reader

syn: Cockwarming Chrollo, ‘nuff said.

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, porn without plot, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, chrollo reads while reader cockwarms him, pet names (baby) not beta read.

word count: 2.1k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. purely self indulgent >< if you’re seeing this no you’re not .

A few seconds away from insanity, that’s what you felt right this very moment.

At this point, it almost felt like an unspoken punishment—the way pleasure continuously flowed from your core, extending all the way to the tips of your digits, resulting in an irritating tingle of what could have been.

The feeling of pure bliss engulfed your body like it always did but it was still, and unmoving, mirroring a dead lake with no wind to ripple even the tiniest waves; it was faint like a butterfly’s kiss, enough to have your heart racing with thrill yet not enough to quench an insatiable thirst given by none other than your lover.

Instead, your ears were met with three things. One, the maddening ticking of the wall clock, tick, tick, tick it went as each second passed, painfully reminding you of the amount of time wasted without raw pleasure.

Two, the vexing sound of a page turning every now, and then, a clear indication of how occupied Chrollo was with the book neatly tucked in his hand. Your legs ached with time, muscles stiff from having held this position for over an hour or so, you weren’t given much movement freedom as well with your legs on either side of Chrollo’s waist, neatly folded over itself atop the leather couch—the fabric felt like a searing blaze against your soft skin.

Three, the ghostly kisses of Chrollo’s calm breaths down the column of your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake—it served as a slap across the face, a nasty fact that he was, in fact, not bothered about the way your cunt clenched, and unclenched around his cock every so often. Not even a slight stutter in his breathing pattern.

Tsk. How annoying.

Chrollo promised you’d cockwarm him until the book bored him, and only then he would take action. But that was the thing, the promise was as good as empty as soon as those words came out of his mouth because Chrollo never gets bored of a novel.

You let out a huff of annoyance—an obvious one at that—adjusting your clothed body with the little freedom from the position, resulting in a low squelch from where you, and Chrollo connected, followed by a small mewl that slipped past your lips. The feel of his tip gently grazing your sweet spot ignited the dormant pleasure in your body, like a surge of electricity bringing you back from the dead but it left as quickly as it happened.

And then . . nothing, again.

Leaning your chest against his own, you rested your chin on his shoulder, digits digging onto the fabric of his shirt as the feeling slowly dissipated into thin air. Though, this elicited a humourless chuckle from Chrollo, paired with a free hand coming up to soothingly rub your back, up, and down, up, and down his hand went—oh, but you’d rather move something else up, and down right this very moment.

Five minutes.

It took Chrollo Lucilfer exactly five more minutes to finally put that goddamn book aside after placing a chaste kiss on your hair. He leaned back into the sofa, the leather fabric groaning beneath his weight; one hand rested on your hip while the other cupped your left cheek.

“You’re doing so well for me, hm?” Chrollo’s velvety voice broke the deafening silence. He caressed your face with his thumb, and you didn’t hesitate to lean into the heart of his palm like a feline yearning to be petted. 

“Chrollo . .” “It’s okay. You have me, now.”

He sucked in a breath. Chrollo was never immune to your begging, especially when you looked like that—forehead creased, the corners of your lips downturned in a small pout, and your eyes glimmering with pure want. With a bated breath, you awaited his next move, patiently perched on his lap with his cock fully sheathed inside.

Steely eyes traced over your features before settling for your lips. Chrollo brought his thumb to your bottom lip, following its curvature, and gently pulling it down before capturing you in a kiss.

As always, it was sensual. Soft lips delicately moved against your own, a slow pace to relish the sweet taste of you. That’s what you loved about Chrollo, no matter how desperately he yearned for you, complete control over his carnal desires were his top priority—even if impatience gnawed at his very bones, and your body was the only way to quench such thirsts, he’d still handle you like the most delicate flower of all.

As if on cue, you rocked your hips back, and forth—a sinful rhythm to elicit a deep groan from his chest. Soft, wet smacks of yours, and Chrollo’s lips filled your ears, low moans here, and there ignited your dormant desire once more but this time, there was no stopping.

Chrollo’s big hands roamed your body—from tenderly massaging your chest over the fabric of your top, all the way to sensually rubbing his palms up, and down your back.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss, crimson-faced, chest heaving, and the sexiest lustful expression plastered on his handsome face. One hand rested on your waist while the other hung over the backrest as he leaned further into the sofa. All it took was for Chrollo to give you a singular look before you finally lifted your hips.

Your leg muscles screamed, and burned at the movement, having held onto this folded position for quite some time but you didn’t care, not when the opportunity to chase after pleasure was served on a silver platter. A unison of drawn out moans filled the air as your hips moved up, and down his hard cock—lifting yourself all the way until the tip remained before languidly lowering all the way to the base with balls flush against your ass.

The raven-haired man beneath you slowly threw his head back at the feeling of your velvety walls—the way it wrapped around him oh-so-sinfully—exposing the length of his neck, Adam’s apple on full display as it bobbed with every low groan Chrollo let out. You felt so warm, so soft, and the way your sopping cunt greedily sucked him in every single time without fail—oh, you’d be the death of him.

It didn’t take long for Chrollo to look at you once again. With a hooded gaze, he stared through his lashes, drinking in each bounce of your sinful hips. He bit his lip, the hand planted on your waist groped you through the fabric of your top before deftly sliding it under to tease your breasts. Swiftly yanking down your bra, Chrollo’s digits focused on your hardened nipple by gently rolling, and pinching it, eliciting a breathy moan of his name.

It was as though the tips of his fingers had sent a wave of electricity throughout your body from the way you flinched at his teasing touch. A string of low, colourful curses left Chrollo’s rosy lips as you clenched around his cock, resulting in him involuntarily thrusting up to meet the fall of your hips, prodding the tip deeper into your wet cunt.

“Fuck—Chrollo!” Every muscle in your body stiffened as a shock of pleasure shot up your spine. Warmth slowly crept up from your chest, all the way to your cheeks, and behind your eyes where tears slowly started to form.

Another eager thrust of Chrollo’s hips had you curling over yourself, shamelessly moaning his name out yet again as the tip kissed that sweet, sweet spot. It had your eyes rolling back, face met with the fabric of his clothes as your sweaty forehead rested on his chest. Chrollo’s intoxicating perfume laced you into insanity, its sweet yet musky aroma beckoned you to follow a sweet release.

With the burn of your legs finally catching up to you, your body laid limp against Chrollo, the eager bounce of your hips coming to a complete halt, and so did the rising pleasure—all that hard work of yours slowly but surely coming down, down, down back to square one.

“Bounce your hips for me, baby? You were doing so well.” Chrollo breathlessly purred, hand coming up to comb through your hair as he placed a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. A small smile formed as he felt your cunt clench around him—Chrollo knew how to push your buttons, he knew which words you wanted to hear during times like this but that didn’t mean they weren’t insincere. 

Despite your muscles practically giving up, you peeled yourself from Chrollo’s chest, and resumed the hasty pace you had set earlier. The searing blaze in your legs was quickly forgotten as Chrollo resumed thrusting his hips up in time with your own, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. A sinful symphony of skin met with skin filled the room once again but this time, with more drive, with much more desperation from both of you.

You could tell Chrollo was slowly losing his cool from the way his lips remained parted to let out heated gasps with some in the form of your name—his lust-filled stare, and ruby red cheeks were also a clear sign of the lack of grip on his own sanity, not to mention how both hands were now firmly planted on your hips, determined to bring you both to an orgasm.

His name left your lips like a whispered prayer, allowing him to bask in your dulcet voice; Chrollo let it wrap around his body, and pull him into the depths of your serene rawness. And that was all it took for him to set the soles of his feet flat on the ground, using the wooden floor as leverage to rapidly thrust his hips upwards. Your own movement ceased beneath Chrollo’s iron grip, instead, he was the one that led this intimate dance.

Heavy balls slapped against your ass with each relentless thrust, it left a sweet burning sensation, adding on top of the immense pleasure you were currently under. All you could do was sit there, and take every ounce of ecstasy Chrollo generously gave you—sit there, and curl your digits around the expensive fabric of his ivory button down until your knuckles turned the same colour.

Once again, you curled over as the feeling of pure bliss rendered your whole body immobile—the merciless drive of his hips bringing out a fresh set of tears every time. 

The poor sofa groaned, and moaned beneath the weight of Chrollo’s thrusts; it was laughable how he was the exact opposite earlier, completely unbothered by the tightness of your cunt—at how it practically drooled for his cock—nose buried into that goddamn novel, absolutely unfazed. Now, Chrollo was the one tirelessly chasing an orgasm, using your wet cunt as he pleased.

His steely eyes dipped to where you two met, a broken curse leaving his lips at the lewd sight of a translucent white ring forming at the base of his hard cock. It didn’t help how your cunt equally sounded as lewd as it looked, shamelessly squelching with each movement. 

Fuck, he was close—Chrollo could already feel his balls tightening, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m so close—fuck! Cum with me, yeah?” He panted. A wanton moan, and a vigorous nod was all you could muster in response but Chrollo didn’t need anything more than that to bring you to your orgasm.

With a few more deep strokes, the coil inside your stomach violently snapped, sending your back in an uncomfortable arch as your cunt gushed around his cock. You let out a broken moan of his name, hot tears rolling down your wet cheeks but Chrollo didn’t stop there, not until his own high came to him.

Though, he wasn’t far off with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Chrollo sheathed his cock all the way inside before releasing his thick cum to paint your walls white; a loud, shameless moan slipped past his lips, handsome face contorted in pure bliss as waves of pleasure violently rocked his limp body.

“Kiss me.” Chrollo breathed out before desperately cupping your jaw with both hands, and pulling you closer to seal your lips together; you groaned into the kiss as he rode out both your orgasms with shallow thrusts.

This time, the kiss was more passionate, a blazing blue fire from the depths of his heart. He angled his face to further press into you, lips moving with such haste you almost couldn’t keep up. Chrollo devoured your lips like a starved madman—it was messy, filthy, and loud but you loved every second of it. —

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Final Girl.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.4k.

TW: 'Girl' Is In The Title But Reader Is Gender Neutral, Death and Blood, Mentions of Guns, Manipulation, Implied Kidnapping, and Spoilers for the Ninteenth-Century Novel Dracula.

The night you met him was, by no coincidence, also the night you learned what it meant to feel your blood run cold.

‘Met’ might’ve been an exaggeration. You didn’t meet him so much as you stood still and stared at him – lumbering down the hallway, clutching a gore-splattered butcher's knife, his suit disheveled and stained with a dark, blotting substance you couldn’t bring yourself to put a name to, in your fear-induced paralysis. With the manor's high ceilings and dim lighting, he seemed impossibly tall, his black eyes blank and terrible, his smile manic in a way that sent a chill up your spine, that left you frozen where you stood and unable to run as he came to stand in front of you, as he raised a hand and—

And pointed to the book tucked under your arm, a yellowed paperback beaten to hell and back from weeks of loving abuse. You’d spent hours wondering if you should bring it with you, if there was anyone else on the face of the planet who’d be stupid enough to bring a book to a mascarade ball, but you figured you’d have to step out for a breath of fresh air at some point, tonight, and phones weren’t really an option at this kind of thing. Looking back on it, you struggled to remember why you’d spent so much time agonizing over something so inconsequential, especially when whoever found your body likely wouldn’t pay it a second glance. “Is that—” He started, pausing to wet his lips before correcting himself. “Is that Bram Stoker’s Dracula?”

You blinked several times, shifting your weight. “It is,” you managed, eventually, just before the point of no return. “I… I’m only a few chapters in, though. They’re only on the second blood transfusion.”

His smile widened. “I’m reading it for the second time, now. That’s one of the best passages - you can practically feel the dread mounting in the prose.” While he spoke, you stole another glance at his attire. With your shock beginning to fade and your nerves given a few seconds to cool, you could see that he clearly hadn’t just walked out of a crime scene. His clothes were wrinkled, but not torn, not displaced the way they would’ve been if he’d been in a real fight, and he was covered in a cartoonish amount of (presumably fake) blood. He couldn’t have meant for it to be realistic, not unless you were supposed to believe he’d bled twenty people dry on his own.

He must’ve noticed you staring. His rambling trailed off into an airy chuckle, his free hand drifting to his blood-soaked shirt. “I’m afraid I might’ve misread my invitation,” he admitted, with a slight shrug. You were almost in awe of his nonchalance. Showing up to a masquerade ball in a costume fit for a b-rated haunted house would’ve left you catatonic for… god, the rest of the year, at least. “That’s how I found my way back here, actually. You can understand why I wouldn’t want to stay in the ballroom for very long, considering I’m dressed for a very different party.”

“No, no, that makes a lot of sense! I mean, a costume party would be more in-season.” You felt like an idiot. You could only hope you hadn’t looked as scared as you felt. “Honestly, I’m just surprised they let you in with a prop.”

He glanced to his ‘knife’, too, as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. “Oh, this little thing?” He took the blade in his free hand, bending it downward. Unceremoniously, it snapped into two pieces as easily as if it’d been made of little more than tin foil and plastic - which, to be fair, it probably was. “Most people struggle to see me as a threat, for whatever reason.”

“The doormen probably just felt bad for the strange man who showed up to a charity gala covered in blood.” You spared a small smile, then genuinely brightened, taking up your novel and fishing out the spare mask you’d shoved between the pages while you were getting ready. He should’ve counted himself lucky that you could never be bothered to find a real bookmark. “Mine came in a set of two,” you explained, signaling for him to bend down. A little too easily, he obeyed, stooping just low enough for you to work your spare mask over his head. It was cheaper than anything you would usually like to show off – the base simple black cloth, the embroidery meaninglessly gaudy, the main body kept in place by little more than a simple white ribbon that never seemed to sit just right, but he accepted your offering with a grateful hum. “It’s not much, but—” You paused, buttoning his suit jacket, doing your best to make it look a little less like he’d just walked out of a bad slasher movie and a little more like a tragically color-blind, but ultimately well-dressed party-goer. “It should get you through the door.”

He straightened his back, and you thought you might’ve seen something spark in his dark eyes. Then again, it could’ve just been the moonlight. “I don’t think I ever got your name.”

Oh, right – that was something most people did before offering to fix a stranger’s clothes, wasn’t it? You rushed to introduce yourself, and he did the same. “Chrollo Lucilfer.” And then, offering you his hand, “Perhaps I’d be more warmly received with a plus one?”

As hesitant as you were to slip back into the ballroom on the arm of a disheveled stranger who’d already made an impression of his own, it would’ve broken your heart to turn him down. That, and you might’ve had a weakness for disheveled strangers who fell on the more handsome side of the spectrum.

You laughed as you threaded your arm through his, letting Chrollo guide you back to the main event. A second passed with only the sound of your footsteps and distance music to fill the quiet, then another. Eventually, you broke the silence. “It’s very well-written,” you started, trying to fight the urge to fidget. “But… I don’t think I’m the right audience. I care too much about Lucy. Seeing her go through so much and knowing she’s not going to make it is just—” You sighed, shook your head. “It’s agony. Especially when the villain is literally in the title. I mean, I know the characters don’t know that, but still.”

“The benefit of a voyeur's perspective.” For all his glowing praise, he didn’t seem very offended. “I think the dramatic irony is part of the appeal. By the time the tension breaks, it’s nearly too painful to keep going.”

“Which is exactly why it hurts to read,” you groaned, slumping into his side. “I get why it’s happening, but I just can’t stand spending so long on the build-up knowing how it’s going to end. It probably doesn’t help that Lucy’s one of my favorites, either. Well, aside from Mina, but it wouldn’t be fair to compare her to the author’s self-insert.”

The two of you came to a pair of rounded oak doors. There’d been a pair of attendants stationed outside when you left, but Chrollo didn’t seem to mind shouldering it open himself, ushering you inside with a smile and an idle gesture. You took a second to steel your nerves, still not entirely prepared to throw yourself into a very crowded room filled with very loud music and very eager socialites, then crossed the threshold, coming face to face with—

Carnage. Pure, unadulterated carnage.

There were bodies everywhere, each corpse mangled and bruised and broken in every possible way. Dark blood and broken glass covered the formerly pristine ivory floor, and the walls were painted with the remnants of gunfire. A few people were still standing – the murderers, you figured, judging by the blood on their outlandish clothes, the weapons in their hands, the indifferent agitation written across their expressions as you stared at them in horror, as your heart threatened to give out for the second time that night. The tallest man you’d ever seen pointed a hand-held machine gun in your direction, but Chrollo found his way back to your side, resting a hand on your shoulder as he spoke. “Hold your fire,” he said, casually, as if you weren’t standing at the edge of a bloodbath. As if he’d known what he was leading you into. “I think I’m going to keep this one.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. The air hitched in your throat as he brought a hand up to your chin, tilting your head back and forcing you to meet his unblinking stare. You’d been right the first time. There was never anything his eyes could’ve been but terrible. “I always did like Mina.”

There was never anything he could’ve been but a monster, prowling for his next kill.

“I guess I just have a soft spot for survivors.”

[cheesecakethots]

The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.

You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.

He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.

You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.

He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.

You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.

“You- You could’ve said you were there!”

Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”

Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.

“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”

He grins, “Curious?”

Fucking asshole.

You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”

The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.

Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”

His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”

The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.

With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.

“There, now I have it.”

“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”

His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”

You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

[mill-kh]

I've been thinking a lot lately about what Chrollo would be like in a relationship, and I'm pretty sure he'd love to use his skills to manipulate your mind and situations to his advantage. Plus, he definitely has this thing for beautiful things, like you, and he'd spend a fortune pampering your skin, hair, and body. But just because he loves the idea of you being beautiful doesn't mean he loves you. He loves your nature, no doubt about it.He definitely wouldn't need to use force with you. He loves the idea of you being submissive (whether it's out of fear or willingly) and he has this strong desire to possess you and have you by his side forever. Even though he's totally indifferent to the lives of others, and even his own, he couldn't stand the thought of losing something as precious as you. He'd do anything to keep you by his side forever, even if it means bringing you on all his missions and living in hotels or hideouts

[ataraxiaspainting]

Insidious.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: You hate the ordinary people around you more than the man you ran away from.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships/kidnapping, death, drinking, no pronouns are used but female reader was in mind while writing this, and non-consensual drugging.

Word Count: 500.

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You are tempted not to use your lungs to breathe in the polluted air of the bar. Tempted to not breathe ever again, to die out of pettiness rather than any sort of want for happiness. You can’t though. Your heart is beating too fast and there are hideous words your brain must spill out of your mouth. 

Those things require breathing, don’t they? Those things you want to do while you wait? Why are you still here? What exactly are you waiting for? Why are you waiting?

What exactly do you want that you won’t be able to get in mere moments?

It’s shameful. It’s shameful that you hate the ignorant and dull and little people who won’t help you – can’t help you.

You’re not drunk – you have only had one glass, a glass of the cheapest wine on the saloon’s menu. It tasted awful, sour, and bitter, and you could in no way, shape, or form ask for a refund.

You wasted the money you pickpocketed from him. You got too cocky, wanting a little present from yourself to celebrate an admittedly pathetic escape.

“It is strange…”

You want to agree with the voice, the voice you know all too well. It is strange; all of this.

You wanted to go back after you picked up a disgusting saltiness in your beverage – whatever money you had left was able to pay for a two-minute call at a phone booth. Chrollo just happened to be on the way to his car. Your head hurts. When you begin to breathe again and the blood flows to your brain again and your vision becomes less hazy, you can taste smoke.

“It’s rather unpleasant here…” Chrollo asks, sitting on the stool next to you. The stools have no back, so he pushes his arm against your spine to keep you from falling backward. “Isn’t it? Why did you come here?”

His other hand’s palm goes to your forehead.

“It was cold. Windy.” You don’t elaborate on your lies.

He murmurs something that your ears blocked out.

“Then you should have stayed,” His voice becomes warm again. Smooth. Heartfelt. Everything you know he isn’t and he knows he isn’t. “People don’t hurt you there.”

That’s a lie. You also know that and he knows that.

“I’ll make soup,” He stands, hoisting you up at the same time. Your still dizzy head instinctively goes to his shoulder. “Or order some, if you want. I’ll make sure the heat is on inside as well.”

Chrollo makes his way to the exit of the bar with you in tow. Once you’re both outside, the short moment of silence is broken.

“Oh. By the way,” He starts, the snow crunching underneath the soles of his boots. “How long do you think until they find the body?”