#chrollo lucilfer scenario

[dilys-min]

Snacks are a delight that you have grown to be inseparable from. Despite the health risks that your mother constantly warned you about, the sweetness from the artificial sugar was enough to ebb away the bitterness that life has to offer. It’s the one thing from your former life that you held onto.

So when Chrollo took you out for a grocery trip, you could not help but run to the snack aisle like an overly excited kid. The faint taste of candies felt so surreal in your mouth that you could barely contain yourself. Hell, you were almost tempted enough to kiss your captor. Had you slowed down a little bit at that moment; maybe you would have seen the sly look on Chrollo’s face when you were at the cashier counter. 

The consequences of your action would come back to haunt you days later, during one of your movie nights together ( a routine which Chrollo insisted on), you are sitting next to him, the sugary treat resting in your hand as the movie - a clichéd romance- goes on. Subtly but swiftly, a pair of arms snakes around your waist, hauling you onto his lap. 

“After all the trouble I went through to get you this, don’t you think I deserve a little treat, dear?”. His chin rests on your shoulder, a cheshire-like grin appears on his feature.

Is he asking you to hand-feed him for real?! For your confirmation, Chrollo only gives you a light squeeze. The piece of candy in your mouth tastes like ash now.

“What do you say, love?”

Hm… Which one out of these would be the easiest to choke on?

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Flu Season.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Guns, and Imprisonment.

[I have a fever. Excuse the self-indulgence.]

It should’ve been enough that you’d just been kidnapped.

Dragged into the storage closet of an art gallery you could barely afford to visit, bound and gagged and blindfolded, the barrel of a gun shoved into the notch underneath your diaphragm as a man with slicked-back hair and a woman in a wine-red suit walked you out of an obscured backdoor and into a windowless van, already stocked with haphazardly packaged paintings and sculptures. It was just business as usual, the woman had explained, as if that would make you feel any better. They’d keep you as a hostage until attention died down, sell off the stolen artwork, and drop you off on the outskirts of the nearest city, alive and unharmed. As long as you didn’t put up a fight or get on anyone’s nerves, you’d walk away just fine.

Or, mostly fine, at least. Really, you had to be the unluckiest person in the world.

It wasn’t enough that you’d just been kidnapped by some shady, hyper-violent gang of thieves.

You had to get kidnapped, then come down with a cold.

Or the flu. It might’ve been the flu. You definitely had a fever. You couldn’t take your temperature, but you could feel those tell-tale chills, the splitting headaches, the constant pull of an exhaustion no amount of sleep would’ve been able to sedate. Your throat was raw from coughing, your head pounding and your tongue permanently dry, but you’d resigned yourself to nursing the lukewarm glass of stale water you’d gathered the strength to get for yourself more than a few hours ago. You barely had the energy to stand, but it wasn’t as if you could ask your kidnappers to wait on you. They seemed begrudgingly tolerant of your presence – vaguely amused at best, mildly annoyed at worst. It was safer not to draw any attention to yourself, even if that meant suffering alone for another few days.

Another sudden chill, another knot of ache in the back of your skull. You shuddered, pulling the small pile of blankets and quilts you’d amassed that much closer. The abandoned mansion they’d chosen as their temporary lair was an awful, drafty structure – all rotting wood and dirt-caked windows and thin walls that did nothing to keep out the winter air. You’d holed yourself up in one of the countless decaying bedrooms, but even the surprisingly clean king-sized mattress offered little consolation. That, paired with the holes in the walls, the layer of dust coated over every surface, didn’t make you feel very—

Your bleary thoughts were cut off by the sound of your bedroom door creaking open, of quiet footsteps approaching the spot where you laid. You shot up on reflex, but that immediately proved to be a mistake – a jolt of pure agony racing from the nape of your neck to your temples and settling in the space just behind your eyes. Cursing under your breath, you buried your face in your hands, doing your best to block out the light and soothe the sudden pain, but you didn’t have much time to console yourself. The intruder had already reached your bedside, the plush mattress dipping under their weight as they settled into your space. You spared them a withering glance, but once again, that only seemed to make things worse.

For whatever reason, the thieves’ leader himself – Chrollo, if memory served – had seen fit to pay you a visit.

And just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse.

You stiffened, pressed your back into the dilapidated headboard, did what you could to make yourself look small and unremarkable without giving him the impression that you were meek enough to go down without a fight (despite the fact that, if worst came to worst, you probably would). For what it was worth, he didn’t seem hostile. If anything, the expression written across his face was one of pleasant neutrality – a slight smirk paired with a distant look in his eyes, like he had a million things to do and whatever he’d come to you for barely ranked on his list of concerns. When he noticed you were looking at him, he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Rather, he only lifted the hand furthest from you, bringing a nondescript plastic bag into your line of sight and placing it in front of you gingerly, as if he was leaving a hunk of raw meat in front of some exotic beast.

It was only when you failed to react that he started to explain himself. “I heard you were sick.”

Fuck. And you thought you’d managed to fly under his radar.

“I… I think it’s just a cold.” Because colds were safer than flus, easier to recover from and only half as contagious. Because they were less likely to decide you weren’t worth the effort it’d take to keep you around if you just had a cold. “I should be alright in a couple of days, but if you think we’ll need to move before that—”

“Oh, no, it’ll be another week or so before we move on. You'll have plenty of time to recover.” He spoke casually, as if they weren’t wanted fugitives. As if you weren’t a bargaining chip for them to flaunt in front of the police if things went south. He gestured towards the bag, his grin growing just a little wider. “Let me know if I missed something. I tried for variety, but I can make a second trip if you find that your needs haven’t been met.”

Hesitantly, you took up the bag, dragging it into your lap and pulling it open. The contents consisted of what a friend might’ve brought over after you’d missed a morning lecture to a particularly bad hangover. Mineral water, tissues, brand-name painkillers and generic cough medicine. There were a few sporadic add-ons, too – chocolate bars, two bracelets with matching broken clasps and a silver wedding band, a miniature teddy bear that’d clearly been plucked off of a Valentine’s Day clearance rack, but you choose not to linger on those any longer than you had to. Honestly, you were just glad not to find any bullet casings or disembodied extremities. “One of nen’s many silver linings. Once your body surpasses a certain point, illness tends to be more of a peripheral hazard than a daily inconvenience,” he went on, as you rummaged through the bag. “I’m a little out of practice, but hopefully, this will suffice.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he was talking about, but you did your best to nod along, only letting a small portion of your confusion shine through. None of this made sense, none of this was anything you’d ever thought to prepare yourself for, but when he finished, you scrambled to respond, as eager to please as he seemed to be to soak in your praise. “Thank you. It’s perfect, I—” The air hitched in your throat, and anything you might’ve said broke down into a violent coughing fit, only somewhat stifled by the back of your hand. He was still staring at you, when you found the strength to look toward him again, still wearing that fucking smile. Something quirked inside of your chest, and you turned away from him sharply. “I appreciate it, I really do, b-but I’m not sure what’s going on, and I don’t want to disrespect the— your—”

“The Phantom Troupe,” he finished. “My Spiders.”

“Right. That. I don't know how to deal with that.” You shook your head, letting out a slight sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t really keep up with the world of high-class art theft.”

“Oh, we steal all sorts of things. Art, antiques, the occasional organ.” He paused, then seemed to brighten, his tone taking on a kind of childlike eagerness. “A few years ago, a buyer I’m closely acquainted with was interested in amassing a collection of teeth from notable living figures. It was a dull job, but it paid well enough, and my group made the most of it. We're very versatile.”

There was another chill, this time with a source other than your smoldering fever. You wrapped your arms over your chest, shrinking into yourself, but if Chrollo cared about how reflexively you pulled away from him, he didn’t seem to think of it as a mistake that couldn’t be corrected with a breath of a laugh, a slight tap to his knee. “Come here.”

It wasn’t a question, a request, but you considered refusing for one brief, delusional second before ignoring your better judgment and moving towards him – gradually, at first, as slowly as you were able to, until you’d gotten just a little too close and he was able to lash out, to snake an arm around your waist and pull you against his chest. There was a low chuckle, a hand brought to your cheek before it was used to brush the hair away from your face. He held you like that for a long moment – tucked against him, fingers tangled in your hair, his lips ghosting over your forehead – before his grip slackened and his hand fell back to your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. “Poor thing,” he muttered, his voice muffled by your skin. “You’re burning up.”

He let you go as quickly as he’d taken you up, unraveling himself from you and rising to his feet. There was a click of his tongue, a new lilt to his smile, and when he spoke, he did so with a certain lightness – as if he was playing a role he’d spent just a little too long preparing for. “I’ll make tea. Try to get some rest while I’m gone.”

You waited for him to leave, but he didn’t move, didn't look away from you. With no small amount of trepidation, you turned your back to him, lying on your side and drawing the tussled blankets over yourself.  That earned a hum of approval, but you didn’t let yourself so much as breathe until you heard his light footsteps, until the bedroom door groaned closed and you were left alone with only the impending knowledge that you wouldn’t be, for very long.

At least things couldn’t get any worse, right?

[wandererbf]

How they would note that they love you

(English is not my native language)

Characters: Chrollo and Feitan

Chrollo Lucifer

• I think Chrollo would realize that he loves you when he saw with his own eyes that when you said you would die for him, you were serious

• You met when one day to another you arrived in Meteor City, even without telling him about where you came from he accepted you with open arms, so you were part of the Spiders from the beginning (you two meet at 14, if I’m correct is when he created the Spiders)

• Maybe the fact that you were already strong from a young age made him want to know more about you, maybe his curiosity may have led to his near death once or twice, but none as close as when your family found out where you were and went behind you

• Some years later, maybe when you two were 16, your older sister, Shinriu, came after you but as she was never a fan of physical aggression she preferred to threaten you first. She chased you for a while and saw you with Chrollo back and forth. well she has her target

• while Chrollo walked alone through the city, going to his usual meeting point. Shinriu captured him, then sending his butterflies in the direction he was going, knowing that you would get the message.

• As soon as you saw the red butterflies you knew what happened, running away and leaving the rest of the group without knowing what was happening, this may have been a mistake on your part but you were more worried about Chrollo than what could happen to you

• when the butterflies disappeared was when you could see your sister standing next to Lucifer's dead body, it made your blood run cold, but soon after it started to heat up like coal. You activated your nen, being an expert you could control blood if you drank some of the person you wanted to control. Without looking for a direct explanation, her eyes already told you what you needed to know

• Ultimately you managed to hurt your sister, not lethally but enough to make her angry. and god knows it's not good to irritate someone like her As you approached her, she sent her last attack that she would use here, sending a swell of carnivorous butterflies to the black-haired one on the ground, and honestly, your body moved without thinking.

• In seconds you jumped in front of the boy letting your skin be devoured, this would leave a scar but nothing that you wouldn't survive, but it certainly hurt. After that, your sister backed away, knowing that there was no point in trying to bring you back by force.

• Then you carried him to where the rest of the troupe was, and you should have seen their shock when they saw that situation. the only person really hurt was you since Chrollo had just been erased, but without any real injuries, you on the other hand...

• Even though you were hurt, you sat next to the bed where Chrollo was lying, and when he woke up you couldn't have been more scared than seeing his arms and neck bandaged.

• "Did you really fight your sister because of me?"

Feitan Portor

• Honestly, I don't think he even imagined he could love someone like that😻

• At the time they met, the troupe had already existed for a few years, but Chrollo thought it would be more dynamic for him to have infiltrators in the places he wanted to rob/invade, and that's where you come in

• because of the place you lived in as a child, always full of aristocrats as your family was too, you always had the best contacts to get ahead in life, and of course your ability to manipulate and intelligence were always what helped you the most, but that doesn't matter now

• Chrollo had sent you and Feitan on a mission to investigate what all the items in Yorkshin's auction would be, and since you two seemed close he didn't see why not send you together

• everything was going well, you were sitting next to Feitan at a table with the biggest supporters of the auction, although you didn't like it, sometimes your last name helped you in your missions, and that's why you got a schedule there at the table, but it was also It's risky since even if they didn't know you were with the Troupe there's always the chance that one aristocrat could outsmart the other

• That's when you started arguing, maybe it was at that point that everything went downhill

• If you asked me the reason for the fight, I would say it would be because the aristocrats didn't want Feitan there with you

• Even though you said he was your bodyguard and that you didn't want to be without him by your side

• That impressed him a little since You knew how to handle yourself and it was obvious that you were only doing this to continue being in his presence, and he knows how you lead the troupe beyond your will, so to risk so much for something so simple was impressive

• Remember when I said I thought everything had gone wrong at that moment? I think I was wrong, as everything really went wrong when the man in front of you raised a gun at you as he thought you were planning a coup and the boy next to you had a camera, not that it was very wrong but I think the man went crazy

• you could feel Feitan's bloodlust almost physically, his eyes were glued to that weapon, even though he knew that a mere weapon couldn't kill you, he was still enraged, and he had NEVER been that way for any other person in the Troupe

• When you activated your nen Feitan had already ripped off everyone's head in the room, you looked at him a little curious since he could have merely tortured the guy, get the information and then kill him. Since he didn't do anything much, why Feitan killed him so quickly?

• On the end he rolled his eyes when he realized the reason for feeling all that anger

• "I don't think it's a problem to just take whatever comes up at the auction, and anyway he was boring as hell.." - he said red, but it was obvious that you couldn't see it since his mask covered most of his face

[narrators-journal]

Silent reading time

This might be a lil rough and short, and not quite fit your exact prompt, but I thought it was an adorable scenario to explore and from there I just ran with it lol. Granted, I know/recall very little about Chrollo on a very deep level, but I hope I captured enough of his energy for you to enjoy! Thanks for the ask, it’s honestly pretty fun to think of what a character’s future child might be like!

The fire crackled behind the protective gate in the library fireplace while Chrollo Lucilfer allowed himself to sink into the plush armchair that he loved to spend those snowy, frosted nights with a book. The warmth of the flames, paired with the muffled sounds of the music that his spouse played while she cleaned up for the night created a wonderfully peaceful space. Especially when compared to Chrollo’s earlier life. The years when The Phantom Troupe was a feared name up there with the Zoldyck family when he’d seen the world and made his fortune on the black market.

Compared to the violence, abandoned buildings, and gas station meals shared over a campfire on the nights that he and his old friends had been too notorious for a hotel, his library was boring. Yet it was also a welcome change from those rougher times. So, as much as the ravenette missed the thrill and pride of the hunt, the old spider preferred the soft leather of his armchair.

However, before the powerful nen user could open his favorite book for another read, he heard the door softly click open and then shut. Stealthy footsteps muffled by the carpet approached Chrollo, and the thirteen-year-old boy settled into his usual spot in front of the fire by the man’s slippered feet.

Chrollo had no need to lift his smoke-colored eyes from the page to know it had been his son who’d entered. Nor had he needed to look up to know his child was laid on his stomach to read his own book on the carpet. His charcoal-colored mop of hair, his own dark, owlish eyes behind his glasses, the awkward lankiness of puberty that had turned Chrollo into a cryptid at the same age, he knew it all too well because he had been the exact same when he’d hit puberty. Minus the glasses, though, the ravenette had never needed glasses in his childhood.

Outside of that single detail, though, Chrollo’s son was the spitting image of him, much to the annoyance of his spouse, who had sulked bitterly upon that discovery. Though, in exchange, they took pride in the fact that, while their kid had morphed into a physical duplicate of the ravenette, and had also chosen him as his preferred parent from the start, he’d taken after Chrollo’s spouse when it came to interests. Which still amused the ravenette to that day.

Though, despite the warmth he had for his son, the ex-spider still didn’t dare acknowledge his child as they sat together to read. He instead treated him like you might a deer in the front yard, aka he effectively pretended that his son wasn’t there regardless of the extra soft sound of turned pages.

His spouse had teased him for that tactic, but he liked to think the unspoken understanding to not perceive the awkward cryptid of an acne-faced teenager was the exact reason that his son still laid at his feet to read with him before bed. Which, was all Chrollo needed to soothe any nostalgia that stirred in his chest for those wilder, crueler days.

[phinkstotallywould]

INCOMING RANT: maybe spoilers for some people,

I reappeared like a sleeper agent

So…. I…. I just did a catch up with the hxh manga. I don’t know who these people were specifically, or what that note said… But I’m angry now. the Phantom Troupe were so close to being the worlds greatest theater kids, till they were broken. And now my whole ass heart hurts. This is a play by play of my rant to my friends in the discord. It was a very mild and light reaction, as you can probably tell.

Chrollo reminded me of Gon, so much so that it hurt my heart. Look at the hope in this kids eyes. LOOK AT IT!!!!!!

GOOFY!!! ASS!!! CINNAMON!!!! ROLL!!!

THE SWEETEST KID OF THE BLOCK!!!!

And Uvo’s goofy ass hair!!!!!

PHINKS HAD A GUMBY!!!

AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH FEITAN’S HAIR!!!!

I need more of them as children, it makes me happy…. But also extremely sad.

Thank you all for coming to my Ted talk.

[kimbap-r0ll]

🍎 for Chrollo plz!!!

I hope I did that right😭.

Hi, thank you for the ask! I'll be making the reader gender neutral for this since you didn't specify, hope you like it! He's a bit of a yandere in this one too

Follower Event: Yandere?Chrollo x reader - "Baby, I can kiss you better, what exactly do you see in him?"

Chrollo was doing what he started as a hobby about a month ago. It wasn't as spectacular as stealing from grand museums or burning down buildings owned by the mafia, but it was something he had picked up and started to enjoy.

He was watching you.

You were talking to a friend of yours, one that he was sure you were developing a crush on. The friend was pretty normal, at least in Chrollo's standards, and didn't have any of the charms he thought you would be interested in. You would dive deep into different topics with so much passion but your friend would nod and scroll on his phone. He was pretending to listen to you.

"Hey, do you think someone's watching us?" you asked your friend, who was laughing softly to himself at a funny text he received from another friend of his.

"Huh? Um, no I think you're just being paranoid. It's a safe city, I also don't think there's anything noteworthy for killers to target you for," he shrugged, glancing up at you once before going back to his phone. You looked around the cafe that the two of you were sitting in, glancing at all of the faces around you before your eyes set back on the cup of tea that you were drinking. It was growing cold.

Not only are they beautiful but they also have good intuition, how cute, Chrollo thought to himself. He took a sip of his own drink before going back to reading (or pretending to read to be exact).

"Did you ever have a crush on someone?" you asked your friend, this time inching a little closer to him by placing your elbows on the table. Your friend looked at you like you were crazy and finally set his phone down.

"No, not really. Even if I did like someone it wouldn't be someone that I know from here, I wanna leave the big city," he responded. You chewed the inside of your mouth and nodded quietly.

What do you see in him y/n, Chrollo sighed, you had no idea someone in the cafe would be more than happy to talk to you than the bastard in front of you.

The leader of the troupe was a hopeless romantic, though he would never admit this in front of anyone but Pakunoda. He did create imaginary scenarios of you and him together, either in a cafe or waltzing in a fancy ballroom (likely one that was empty after Shizuku disposed of any dead bodies in there). He often imagined what it would be like to caress your soft skin or to kiss your soft lips. He would write love poems about you before tucking them away in his coat pocket. This was new to him but how he started liking you was a whole different story.

It started with when you two were waiting for some coffee at the same cafe that you were in currently. You two had started talking about Meteor City, and he didn't cut corners, telling you he was a Meteorite. You had nothing to say other than "That's really cool, I've wanted to see the place for myself."

The two of you ended up talking for hours, about literature or if the mysterious Dark Continent existed. He fell in love with your voice, your looks, but most importantly with your personality. He was attracted to the sunny smile you had and the bright atmosphere you carried. If anything, it was like he was able to escape the darkness that had enveloped him for such a long time.

Chrollo was pulled out of your thoughts when he heard chairs scraping against the cold marbled floor. You were going to leave with your friend, awkwardly telling him that you were glad he made the time to have tea with you.

What exactly do you see in him? Chrollo asked himself, frowning as he saw how you looked so eager to talk to your friend but your friend gave no response back. It almost made him angry how nonchalant your friend was being to someone Chrollo thought was so special.

He was going to follow you for a bit longer, maybe he could strike up a conversation with you and whisk you away from the sad love attempt you were in. But until then, he kept thinking of how he could treat you a hundred times better than that friend of yours.

[imagineanime2022]

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.

Request Here!!

[la-squadra1234]

I know it’s late but imagine “Hxh characters meeting their daughter’s s/o and they end up being a strong, powerful nen user

Oooo that sounds pretty juicy!

Would you like me to make a scenario on it? You told me to imagine so I’m not sure if you would like me to make a scenario of it or not

Just let me know if you want me to make a scenario for that exact request because I will gladly do it!

[sugurouge]

— a fire in a flask : lucilfer chrollo x f!reader

content warnings! rope play, possessive themes, jealousy, bratty reader, hair pulling, pet names (sweetheart, kitten, dear), dubcon, asphyxiation & marking @ chrollo, deep throating, rough sex, condescending chrollo, mentions of murder, spit, impact play

summary: after some heavy convincing, chrollo agreed to let you have full control over your play date tonight. unfortunately, the scenario you had imagined takes a different turn once you start dancing too close to the flame

wordcount: 2.2k | my kinktober masterlist

Not much can cause Chrollo to breathe unsteadily; barely anything could take him by surprise. Yet here he is, without power, without control—at your complete mercy. The rope cuts into his taut muscles, the contrast of red against his pale skin is strikingly beautiful. And the groan that escapes his lips something so utterly satisfying as your heel digs into his chest, accompanied by the warning words of, "No, no, you promised me full reign tonight. So behave, Chrollo." You grant him a glimpse of your bare pussy hidden beneath your skimpy dress while pushing him further back into the chair, reminding him to hold still.

"If I had known what you had in mind when you asked for control, I would have never agreed. Why can't you just ride me like all the other girls did?" A sharp hiss cuts off his complaints, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek as eyes filled with anger meet your delighted ones. "Don't tell me about your other flings... I don't like feeling jealous."

With a click of your heel against the ground, you return to standing on both feet and take a step back, allowing yourself a moment to rake your eyes over the exposed figure of your partner. You've made sure to bind him tightly to the chair, rope laced around his upper body and tied securely behind his back. But it's the nearly murderous intent in his dark eyes that really excites you. Being a brat is already so much fun, but being an insufferable demon in full control over the leader of a villainous group? Yeah, it's hard to imagine going back to being submissive.

"Are you done staring? Sweetheart, you're drooling." His smooth-talking voice returns, cockiness and arrogance painting a rather smug expression on his face—one you wish to wipe off. Yet as you remain unnervingly calm, you tick something off in Chrollo's brain, prompting him to nearly ramble. "Hm? Don’t tell me you've already run out of ideas? Tying me up can’t possibly be the beginning and end of your little fantasies. I thought you were smarter than that..."

One step, two steps, three steps, and you're closer than ever before. You bend down, eye to eye with someone who could kill you in an instant, to give him a show of your cleavage nearly spilling from its confines. Your fingers dig into Chrollo's cheeks, forcing his chin to tilt up as you search his eyes for something he can't quite decipher. You're not supposed to be an enigma to him; he’s used to reading you like an open book. That victorious chuckle of yours causes his eyes to squint in suspicion—he's getting nervous.

"Can I not stare at what belongs to me?" your soft voice whispers, almost too lovingly, a cat-like grin spreading across your face before you giggle. "You're mine, and I'm yours," you continue as you straddle his lap, your arms snaking around his neck while you arch your back to press your hips against his. The frilly dress you chose to wear for him rides up your hips, and Chrollo's fingers ache to dig into the soft flesh of your ass. Nose to nose, you turn soft, sickly sweet, as your lips capture his in a fiery kiss, tongues brushing against each other while your nails tease his scalp and neck. Your fingers curl into his dark strands, tugging until he grunts into the kiss—a fitting punishment for not reciprocating your affectionate words.

How could he focus on your words when his mind is occupied with finding a way out of these restraints? He tries to keep some blood in his brain, tries not to show just how much your little display turns him on. But it’s nearly impossible with the roll of your hips against him, with your plush breasts bouncing and pressing against his chest. "You're going to torture me because of my little act during the mission, aren’t you?" he finally deciphers, the possessive themes of the night at last forming a cohesive puzzle as Chrollo allows himself a moment to think. You need to hide your expression from him, need to avoid eye contact before he reads the answer from your face and makes you crumble in the palm of his hand.

"Think what you will," you sigh against the shell of his ear, praying that your lips on his neck and nails on his chest inflict enough sensations, painting his skin pink, purple, and red to distract him from thinking about your motives. You feel the moan vibrating through his body.

"If you tell me what you want, I might give it to you," you whisper against his skin, confident that he hears every word of yours. Your eyes flicker sideways to meet his hard stare. Chrollo is not much of a talker in these circumstances—his expression is usually enough to get people to behave. But in your case, it only spurs you on further. "Maybe you'll have to beg a little, but that wouldn't hurt, right?" His jaw tightens in response, lips pressing into a thin line, his eyes narrowing as his lids drop. Chrollo humours you by leaning in, the tip of his nose brushing along your jaw before he speaks into your ear: "Once I'm free, you'd better run for your life." The sparks that go off in your mind trickle all over your skin in the form of shivers and goosebumps.

"Baby..." you try to respond, but fuck, is that really your voice? You sound so aroused, it even catches Chrollo off guard. Maybe he's been too nice to you during your playtimes all along. Your eyes fall shut as your lips meet again, and you practically devour him, sucking the air from his lungs with a feverish kiss. One of your knees finds rest between his spread thighs while you cradle his neck in your hands, forcing him into submission as you lean above him.

You finally understand why he enjoys to torture you once you see the desperate mess you've turned him into: chest heaving and flushed, cheeks heated brightly as the red colour clashes with his messy black strands falling over his features. Your lips move on their own, forming words he would usually bring your way if the roles were reversed. "Such a pretty mess for me," you sigh in adoration before the creaking of the chair startles you slightly and turns you silent. You never expected Chrollo to be a man of sheer force to break free, but fortunately, the chair and rope are too sturdy to break that easily.

"You really wish to keep messing with me?" He warns lowly, his patience is starting to wear thin. Lucky for you, Chrollo's restraints only tighten further around his frame as he struggles, the friction burning his skin and making him moan—in pain or pleasure? "Do I look like someone who will surrender? You know better than that, kitten..."

The hands around his neck catch him off guard. You never expected yourself to hold him the way you love to be held, never thought your fingertips would push into his skin and constrict his breathing. But his shocked expression tells the tale, conveying his own surprise upon how brave you have grown to become.

"I told you to beg, Chrollo," you mouth against his lips, your thigh pushing against his cock. No matter how much he pretends to struggle and despise this, the hardness of his cock is evidence enough for you to continue.

"You won't make me do anything of the sort, sweetheart," Chrollo bites back, his pet names turning sour, you notice. Maybe playing with fire will get you burned. But he's tied up well—you made sure of that.

Actions speak louder than words—that’s the motto that guides you as you harshly release his face, pushing him back into his chair to do with his body as you please. Your fingers loop around the tight rope as you explore his body, tugging and tightening his prison, forcing reactions from his lips. Sharp hisses and low warnings to "Stop messing around" have long replaced his little act of keeping it all together. But how could you stop now? Not when you much prefer scratching over his abdomen and rubbing your palm over his clothed erection before unbuttoning his trousers to finally free his aching length. Chrollo would never deny himself pleasure—you know that much about him.

Hence why you push his thighs to spread further as you go down on your knees before him, your lips blowing cooling puffs of air over his cock. "Sure you don’t want to beg me to give you more?" your eyes flicker up to meet his lust-filled ones. Chrollo looks unnervingly calm given the circumstances, yet the alarm bells inside your mind take too long to go off.

"You will give me more, whether you want to or not." Chrollo watches with delight as your expression sours. All these emotions and thoughts running laps behind your pretty eyes—he can see them clearly. Good, be scared of him.

You take too long. Unfortunately, you are always two steps behind him.

"Too slow," his final warning, just before the ropes come undone in an instant. His large palm lands on the back of your neck, holding your face right in front of his crotch. "How!?" you whine pathetically, much to Chrollo's amusement. But he has no time for this farce anymore. Better to make you shut up, make you regret acting out like this. His free hand wraps around his cock, pushing the tip against your lips, tapping against your closed mouth once, twice, before the hand on your neck moves to grasp your jaw and force it open.

"C’mon, dear, don’t act like you didn’t want this to happen," he huffs while shoving his length into your mouth. There’s no mercy in his moves—not with the way Chrollo holds down your head, pressing your lips against the base of his cock until you choke on pre-cum, saliva, and his girth. "You’re in trouble now," he pants the warning over your back as he leans forward, blunt fingertips dragging over your spine while the fingers of his free hand fist strands of your hair. With little care for your scalp, he pulls you off, only to bring you forward to choke on his cock, again and again.

Chrollo bathes you in his moans, not bothering to hide the devious chuckles that mix with his sounds of pleasure as you cry for breath, your knees enduring the bruising pain of the rough carpet beneath you. "Can’t—can’t hear you, repeat that for me," he mocks as you try to protest his relentless assault. Your throat burns, your vision is blurred by tears spilling over your lash line. You smell only Chrollo, taste only Chrollo, feel only Chrollo. It’s too much to handle.

"Beg for me, huh? Beg for me to be nice and I might just be," yet the grip in your hair only tightens before he pulls you off. He wears a poker face, an expression devoid of emotion as he stares into your frightened one, basking in your pitiful state—puffy lips, tear-stained cheeks, and messy hair.

"Beg," he repeats, just as harshly as you did once before. One, two, Chrollo’s patience is already running thin thanks to your earlier games. Why even bother being nice?

"Chro—" you begin, only for him to shove you onto him again. "Scratch that, sweetheart—you brought this upon yourself."

You fully did. What were you even thinking when you tried to control a man like Chrollo? Did you really expect him to let you do whatever you wanted with him when he could, instead, face-fuck you until your filthy mouth is stuffed with his cum? All your mockery will now become a painful memory, a reminder of your place. A brat like you doesn’t deserve more than to be used without receiving any pleasure in return—your aching pussy will serve as a memento until your next encounter with Chrollo. You’d better not touch yourself until then.

divider by @/cafekitsune

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Can I have headcanons about a reader who is much older? I mean, she is older, smarter, wiser, stronger although she looks young for her age. During her long life, she has experienced a lot of terrible things and therefore cannot tolerate injustice. She is not a hero who wants to change the world, but she will not offend the weak. She has such a specific aura of a mother that you involuntarily go to her for advice (and she gives it) When the character talks about his age, she just smiles and thinks, “he’s still just a child.” Featuring Chrollo, Shalnark, Dazai, Deidara, Kurapika, Pouf, Gojo

This is to be read in a platonic context.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, isolation

Tags: @swagenemyartisan @cachamata @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @hyakki-yosai @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @shumidehiro @izanami78

You're still just a child

Deidara

💥​Deidara truly is a walking talking contradiction. On the one hand he often complains to you that he doesn't want to be treated like a child yet as soon as he is even slightly upset or offended by something or someone he comes running to you with a big pout on his face. Despite everything at heart he remains an attention-seeker after all who would hate to witness you paying attention to someone else. He is truly a breathing manchild though as his temper really reminds you of the bratty attitude of a child. It is so easy to make him jealous to the point where he has actually threatened to bomb the people who elicited such ugly emotions out of him only to be scolded and afterwards receiving the cold shoulder from you, something that causes him to actually tear up. As much as he complains about not wanting to be treated like a child, Deidara still insists for you to brush his hair and tie it in the morning whenever he stays the night. He's always without a fail complaining to you about Sasori and their constant arguments about what the true definition of art is, wanting you to take his side of the argument. On every special celebration possible he prepares a firework for you.

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️​Kurapika is going to go into this a lot more skeptical. It's alright to have friends who are not part of his clan but going as far as to see someone as a mother is testing his loyalty to his clan as Kurapika is painfully aware that you aren't his biological parent. He often shies away from your attention and rejects your help as the feeling of betraying his own clan gnaws at his soul. Still he finds himself subconsciously seeking you out whenever he experiences an emotional tumult, already knowing deep down that you can soothe his overflowing rage. He starts getting quite selfish the more he gets attached to you as he attempts to isolate you more from others. After all it is not uncommon for people to admire you for your strength and your youthful looks despite your age and such people always put him on edge. You are by all means far from naive yet his distrust often outweights his rationality. You never fail to notice his brooding emotions and always put a calming hand on his shoulder, emotionally and literally holding him back. You have never attempted to take the morally high ground when you found out about his desire for revenge, never belittled him and it allows him to express his pain freely to you.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖​Intrigue is always the emotion that will serve as the bait to gain Chrollo's attention and it truly is no different in this scenario. You see, Chrollo has always been rather sophisticated with a unique philosophy and he loves having long discussions with you about humanity and all their rights and wrongs. You're neither driven by revenge nor are you someone who sees herself as a hero who has to stop him. Instead you listen to him with that gentle look on your face and it only serves as fuel to Chrollo's curiosity as he rarely witnesses such composure. However, he is not quite sure how he should feel about the way you view him as still a child. Sure, you may be older than him but throughout his life Chrollo has learnt that even adults reverted back to crying babies when he confronted them and promised them death. The concept of a mother is something neither he nor any of the other members of the Phantom Troupe have experienced, the strange warmth within his heart a sensation so unfamiliar that it feels alien. Still, he supposes that it's quite nice. I feel like in this specific dynamic he would actually refrain from stealing your Nen-ability simply because he genuinely respects you.

Shalnark

📱​Usually his sweet smiles are very deceiving but they are always genuine whenever he visits you. Whilst Shalnark harbored some distrust against you during the beginning as years of being a thief and criminal have given him direct exposure to the ugliness of humans he has learnt to realise that you aren't like common people. You have had your own share of struggles and injustice and it is a topic he learns to bond over with you as well as learning to respect you for your physical and mental strength as a consequence of your past. Indeed, the two of you may appear like a mother and her sweet son spending time together yet there is always a sinister motive that lies hidden. Shalnark always pays you a visit after a successful mission the Phantom Troupe committed as it is a nice change of pacing. Initially he brings you souvenirs as a gift, most of them stolen objects from the robbery. It becomes quickly clear though that you do not appreciate such presents, especially if the blood of innocents sticks to them like invisible karma. If you should have difficulties regarding technology and electronical devices Shalnark is always there to help you and fix stuff for you.

Shaiapouf

🎻​Shaiapouf gives you intense hatred after you pick him up from the palace where he almost died, blames your kind for the death of his beloved king and heavily blames himself for not having done more. You should have saved the king and not this unworthy and incapable servant. He only complies begrudgingly because you are stronger than he is and his animal genes accept the natural order of the food chain where you stand above him. Born to serve and born to help his majesty to receive greatness, perhaps it is this desperate wish that slowly leads him to push his ideals on you. He notices the spark of potential, starts clinging to the attention and care you give him as he receives a taste of what it must feel like to have a nurturing mother. Shaiapouf hatched already as an adult who knew of his purpose and already possessed great levels of intelligence yet the more love he receives the more he starts reminding you of a child. Still dedicated to serve and protect yet also constantly seeking approval and damning everyone who may even attempt to date you. It is somewhat endearing though, especially if he splits himself and you have multiple mini hims clinging to you.

Dazai Osamu

🤎​You indeed ended up picking up a stray dog with several issues after stopping him from trying one of his many attempts to die. Dazai keeps up his initial antics as he asks you if you would like to join him, quickly shoot him down by revealing your age which elicits one of his theatrical reactions out of him. The truth is that Dazai never had loving parents and much less a mother who nurtured him and cared for him and even if he would have had one he doubts she would have been able to love him for the monster he used to be and partially still is. It is this inexperience that startles him when he receives tastes of it from you. It is a sensation akin to being submerged in scathing hot water, his mind torn apart between pain and a strange comfort that urges him to drown even deeper. What frightens him even more is your willingness to listen to him in order to understand him better, something he has never received before as most people have just learned to live with his antics and brush them off when he lets them out. Pain makes someone wiser and that applies perfectly to you and Dazai can't help himself but seek you out for advice, searches for the answer of what he was made for by seeking out you.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​You've known Gojo since he entered Jujutsu High, actually decided to tutor him despite having retired after the world failed you. Partially you see yourself in this young boy and it is this urge to teach him to not repeat mistakes of the past that leads you to take him in, officially becoming his first teacher as he was only ever taught the basics by his own family. You seek out the boy underneath those blue eyes on a personal level no one has ever bothered to get to know him on. What makes Gojo Satoru Gojo Satoru? So used to being treated like a valuable weapon than someone's son it is almost sickening for a while for Satoru and even though he attempts to hide it beneath that careless grin you sense his distress and help him to work through it. After Suguru chose a path of hatred to walk on you are the only person Satoru still has left and on that day he breaks down in tears for the first time and clings to you like a weeping child in need of his mother's love and comfort. He completely turns his back on his biological parents, even coldly states to them one time that he only has one mother which is you. The only approval that matters is yours, the only attention he needs is yours.

[illubean]

Hi can I get a nsfw scenario where Chrollo gently seduces the reader during her first time and discovers she has a praise kink? I feel like this man would be literal god tier to have

Gentle Praise

Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer Type: NSFW, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, College!au because I'm a sucker for scholar Chrollo

mueheheh >:) reader is a lil shy and awko taco in this but not like cringe stereotypcial "omg im so shyy >.<" type also this ended up being super long thus turning a scenario into a full fic oopsies

Warnings: maybe ooc Chrollo idk, mentions of alcohol, he calls y/n princess a few times, praise (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving) unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), reader discretion is advised

Chrollo isn't quite sure how you ended up in a setting like this. You were a pretty little thing with a look so elegant you look almost out of place at one of Uvo's rowdy house parties.

The bright LEDs, loud music and cheap beers didn't seem like your kind of scene. But there was no way for Chrollo to know that for sure.

You stood off to the side near the snack table, slowly nursing your cup of jungle juice that you didn't care much for. You had only taken it from your friend since you felt rude to turn it down. Said friend of yours was currently having the time of their life. They were plastered, dancing through the crowd of bodies and mingling with other drunk partygoers.

You're not too sure why you even came to this party. You much preferred small gatherings, and you don't even like alcohol all that much. You sighed, awkwardly scanning the room until your eyes met a pair of onyx orbs. They belonged to a face you knew all too well.

Chrollo Lucilfer.

He was a year or so older than you, a psychology major. You've seen him around campus and even though he was well known for mostly good reasons, your friends still teased you for finding him attractive. Perhaps you had stared at him for a bit too long though, seeing as a smirk made its way onto his face as he got up to approach you.

You panicked a little, looking around awkwardly seeking a quick escape. You placed your cup down but before you could flee, a voice came from in front of you.

"Hey Y/n."

Oh my god he knows my name.

You managed to spit out a response, feeling your hands get clammy as you looked into his eyes. You were completely and utterly helpless. This man managed to reduce you to nothing but a nervous, sweaty mess simply by just existing. It was kind of pathetic.

But the man responsible didn't think so. Chrollo thought it was cute how awkward you got, not being able to hold eye contact and wiping your hands on your clothes. He was no fool, and he knew exactly what effect he had on you. As a matter of fact he had this effect on quite a few people, though none of them stood out to him like you did.

He would be lying if he said he'd never thought of you in a romantic setting before. You were a cute (your choice) major who he often seen walking around with Machi. From what he's seen, you're not so much of a partier and prefer to focus on your actual studies than crazy frat gatherings. Maybe your more mellow and reserved nature is what drew him towards you.

"I didn't peg you as the party type," he says, breaking you from your previous daze.

"Oh, I'm not. My friend over there dragged me here."

You pointed into the crowd towards said friend, who was currently standing on top of a coffee table, a bottle of some sort of strong liquor in hand as the people around them cheered them on.

Note to self: make sure they get home safe

Chrollo chuckled at the deadpan look on your face after you saw how drunk your friend really was.

"Seems like they're having fun. Why don't we sneak off somewhere more quiet?"

You felt the tip of your ears burn at his offer before quickly nodding as he led the way.

Leaving the loud, hot and crowded living room AND spending time alone with Chrollo? Score!

He took one of your hands into his own, placing the other on the small off your back, leading you past all of the other partygoers and up a flight of stairs. He led you into a rather plain room, shutting the door before letting go of your hand and flopping down to lay on the bed.

"Is it ok that we're in here?" you ask, not wanting to disrespect someone else's house.

"This is my friend Shalnark's room but he's rarely ever home. I crash here sometimes so I don't think he minds."

At his words you hesitantly and awkwardly sit on the corner of the bed, facing away from Chrollo. You had no clue what to do now. The both of you were silent for a while, the light thump of the distant music being the only thing disturbing the atmosphere.

After a few moments pass, Chrollo sits up and moves closer to you, leaning in order to make eye contact.

"You don't have to be so awkward around me, y'know? I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

You look away in an attempt to hide your embarrassment from the man before you, who only chuckles and grabs both of your hands.

"You get flustered so easily, how adorable."

One of his hands reaches up to the side of your face to turn you towards him. His beautiful onyx orbs were glazed over in what you could only describe as a mix of admiration and lust.

Oh.

Chrollo began leaning closer, you doing the same. Naturally, your eyes started to close as the two of you got closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Then he stopped.

You sat there in anticipation for a moment but nothing came. You opened your eyes and furrowed your brows in confusion, only to find Chrollo already staring back at you with a small smile on his face.

"Is this okay?"

You gave him a frantic nod, a quiet yet rushed 'yes' leaving your mouth. At the confirmation the man pressed a searing kiss into your lips, gently caressing the apple of your cheek as you reached your arms out to embrace him.

His touch was gentle, yet burning with the passion of a thousand suns as he led you to lay across the bed. His large hands slipped underneath your shirt, softly caressing your lower back and waist as he continued his assault on your mouth.

You whimper softly into the heated kiss, feeling your skin practically burn where his body came in contact with yours. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you breathless as he carefully removes both your shirt and bra.

Chrollo takes a moment to take in the sight of you, panting and topless beneath him. He swore he would brand this image into the back of his mind for the rest of his days, never wanting to forget how beautiful you were in this very moment.

"God, you're gorgeous."

His hands begin roaming your body once again as he planted searing, open mouth kisses along your neck and collarbone. You couldn't help but writhe under his touch, soft but needy noises leaving your lips. His words had an affect so strong on you that was unexpected.

Chrollo's hand trailed down the front of your body, slipping underneath the waistband of your panties. Two off his fingers gently prodded at your entrance, before trailing back up to swirl around your clit. You clenched your thighs with a gasp, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer.

"Who knew my pretty girl would be so sensitive," he coos. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

A violent shiver shot down your spine and into your core. God, if he kept talking like this you might just be able to cum from his words alone. You whimpered, arms tightening around him to pull him impossibly close. He chuckled sofly, planting a few kisses across your face before pulling away completely.

Before you could whine in protest, Chrollo pulled off the clothing left on your bottom half. He settled himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he faced your glistening heat. He looked up at your through his eyelashes before speaking again.

"You doing alright, princess?"

You nodded, face flushed at the nickname. But this didn't seem to be enough of a response for Chrollo.

"You're going to have to use your words, beautiful."

"Yes! God, yes just please...continue."

He chuckles at your desperation before licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. This draws a trembled moan out of you, which only egged him on further. He buried his face impossibly deep into your cunt, going down on you like a man starved while you reached down to grip his hair. He eased two of his fingers into you as your body writhed with pleasure.

He pulls away from you momentarily, eyes flicking between the sight of his lithe fingers plunging into you and the flushed expression across your face. He felt your walls flutter around him which caused him to smirk up at you.

"You're getting close, aren't you? Go ahead, make a mess for me."

He dove back into your core, determined to make you cum. His lewd words sent you over the edge, having brought you to your first climax of the night. He sits up, making eye contact with you as he licks your juices off of his two digits.

He crawled back up the mattress so now you were both face to face, arms bracing himself on either side of your head to keep himself above you. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him down to meet you in a heated kiss. You could care less that the taste of yourself lingered on his lips. All you could think about is how Chrollo is all yours right now.

After kissing you for a few moments longer, he pulls away from you to hastily remove his clothes. Your eyes followed his movements, starting at his toned chest and moving down his abs. There was a light happy trail that peeked out above the waist band of his boxers. Finally, he hooks his fingers beneath it and drags them down his hips and oh.

He was huge.

Your eyes widened as you took in all of Chrollo's naked glory, his pretty cock standing thick and girthy. His balls sat below it, heavy and full.

How the hell would that ever fit?

The man you had been gawking at chuckles before gently prodding your entrance with his fat tip.

"Don't worry, you can take it. I know you can."

Your heart pulsed at this, heat rising to your cheeks as you look away from him, embarassed.

"Nervous, sweetheart?"

He leaned down closer to you to plant a reassuring kiss on your cheek, trailing them down your neck and along your collarbone.

"...this is my first time," you admit bashfully, moaning at the feeling of his lips on your skin.

"I'll just have to take extra care of you then."

He pushes himself into you, the plush walls of your heat stretching to wrap around him. He continues to kiss you through it as you pull your bodies impossibly close to each other. After sheathing himself completely into your pussy he begins to trust into you, slow and sensual.

He only picks up the pace after feeling your body relax, his thick shaft stretching you deliciously well and hitting all the right spots deep within you.

"God, you're perfect. It's like this pussy was made for me," he grunts, fucking himself into you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

It didn't take long for Chrollo to reduce you to nothing but a moaning, babbling mess. Not only could he lay pipe like no one's business, but his praising words sent you to heights you didn't know you could ever possibly reach. You felt your eyes well up with tears as you felt your climax approach for the second time that night.

"Chrollo, 'm gonna-"

Your words were cut off with the sound of your own moan, feeling Chrollo's dick brush against your g-spot. Your pussy quivers and clenches around him, sucking him back in every time he pulls away.

"Wait for me, sweetheart. Just a little longer, okay?"

You whine, digging your nails into his shoulder blades as he speeds up and fucks you with newfound vigor. You couldn't hold back any longer, a white hot flash hitting you like an ocean wave as you cried out Chrollo's name. The man cursed, feeling you clamp around him impossibly tight, bringing him to his climax as well.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, prompting him to burry himself deep in your womb. His cum floods your pussy, making you feel impossibly fullwhile you pant, coming down from your previous high. You let go of him, body going limp against the mattress, absolutely fucked out.

Chrollo pulls out slowly, watching his seed drip from your weeping cunt, breathing heavily at the sight of you. You press your hand against your bloated tummy, causing more of his cum to spill out of you. His cock twitches as this, and he wastes no time in mounting you again.

"I'm not done with you yet, gorgeous."

may or may not have gotten carried away with this OOPSIESSSS ;p

[killuakiru]

hiii!!!

idk if u do any specific character hcs, but can i request some fluff Chrollo hcs of him as a husband??? (i love Chrollo sm)

ty!!!

Our first Chrollo request we absolutely cheered 🙌 i can absolutely do this !! Thank you for your request 🫶 Hopefully you like this 🥹🥹 first time writing Chrollo so uhhhh.... SORRY IF IT'S SHORTHSJDJD

⊹₊⋆ My Sweetheart ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⊹₊⋆ Gn!Reader x Chrollo Lucilfer ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

╰┈➤ He's your dearest hubby and the little activities you do w/ each other :3

༉‧₊˚. Start !༉‧₊˚.

• Honestly ? Chrollo would buy ( steal ) expensive gifts for you to make up for his constant absence, being in the Phantom Troupe is busy and all yk

• Oh and I feel like he'd be the type to send little letters just in case he gets caught up in some mission they did.

• The said note would probably have some cheesy and cliche words like "you're the hope of my life." Or something like that, but he absolutely means everything he says.

• He just makes it extra cheesy to make you giggle or flash a smile in thought of him.

• Now that that's away– I feel like Chrollo would show his affection by his actions and words.

• Actions, he does very small gentleman-like things, like pushing the door for you, holding your hand whenever you descend from some stairs, having a hand on your waist whenever he'd guide you to someplace, and more!

• Words, he pulls up late at night with a damn haiku in his hand, and he holds your hand with his free hand as he reads it aloud to you.

• You find it both cheesy and romantic, but his eyes definitely don't deceive. The man is truly in love with you.

• Since he probably grew up in poverty, Chrollo wants to provide both of you financially enough, even if it means to go through harsh lengths.

• In a scenario where you didn't know your husband is the boss of the Phantom Troupe, Chrollo continues to keep it a secret as that information could truly break one's relationship. Chrollo treats you like a man in love with his wife would, and he is still whipped.

• In a scene where you ARE aware your husband is in the Phantom Troupe, then you're a member yourself who grew up with Chrollo. During "missions" You supported the troupe and Chrollo's personal assistant ( literally ) since he is your husband.

• Let's go to how he proposed, shall we ? :3

• In a scenario where you aren't aware, Chrollo proposes to you in a very elegant and beautiful secluded area. He had a very beautiful ring in his hand and a genuine smile plastered on his face, he spoke up. "It would be an honor for a being like you to be wedded to a mortal like me. Will you make my wish come true, yn?"

• In a scenario where you are aware, he proposed to you during a mission. Pulling you aside to hide you from the many explosions and gun shots, he stands on one knee, looking up to you like you're his god(dess). "Oh, my dear. You are one of a kind, if we are to be bound for eternal life, I shan't complain. However, are you? Willing to be bound in a heartstring with me for eternal life?" ( yes this is a spy x family reference )

• He does a lot of things for you though ! In a scene where you're injured, Chrollo is automatically by your side, soothing your nerves and rubbing your arm.

• Chrollo might not show it through physical touch, but when he does, it's during moments where you and him are truly vulnerable– to feel each other's skin, palm against palm, it's something Chrollo wouldn't naturally do to other people. You, are his sweetheart, so he'd do it within a heartbeat.

• You strummed his heartstrings, and he was tied to your soul, a fit from the universe, he claims.

༉‧₊˚. End !༉‧₊˚.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Something Borrowed.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (+Hisoka).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Implied Non//Con, Kidnapping, Psychological/Physical Abuse, and Manipulation.

The house was easy enough to find.

It was the only one for miles. A mansion, modern and well-maintained, tucked so far into the wilderness that the soft glow of the nearest city was barely visible in the distance. Chrollo lingered on the steps leading up to the main doorway, staring up at the flagstone archway before glancing down toward the note in his hand. Its contents were concise, almost charming in their simplicity; ‘borrowed something, pick up whenever, xoxo’, followed by a scrawled address and a familiar lipstick stain in place of a proper signature. He didn’t trust Hisoka, not like he trusted the other thieves, but if there was ever a place to be betrayed, this would serve well enough.

The door was unlocked, but he still took care to shoulder it open slowly, Bandit’s Secret tucked under his arm and his paranoia seeking out falling guillotine blades or lurking snares triggered by his entry. When no daggers or playing cards came flying towards his head, he proceeded onward, unsurprised and only a touch disappointed. Hisoka wasn’t the type to lay traps. His goal was to lure the object of his affection into his arena, to bring those he thought worthy of challenging him within arm’s length. Eliminating his suitors before they ever reached his den would only defeat the purpose.

The mansion’s interior was a suitable match to its outer face. The design was new-age, industrial, the color pallet limited to that of an oversaturated white and the rich brown of recently varnished mahogany. What little furniture there was had been thrown into a state of disarray – couches overturned, tables littered with empty wrappers and splayed magazines, broken glass sprayed across the floor and wine painted into everything that could hold a stain. He made his way through the chaos with a kind of voyeuristic revulsion, attempting not to linger on the heap of clothes discarded on the edge of the neon-lit pool, the spots of blood left splattered across a marble countertop.

On some misplaced instinct, he paused as he passed the door to one of many unremarkable storage closets – significant only in the fact that Chrollo, with his nen-honed senses, thought to stop next to it. With some reluctance, he twisted the knob and pulled the door open, finding the bodies of three men; one dressed in a cheap suit, the other two in bullet-proof vests, all donning identical slit throats and glassy eyes. They’d been killed that day, evidently. Sometime in the last few hours, if the wet blood still drying on their chests was any indication. He could imagine you, rooting through the wine cabinet only a breath away, blissfully unaware that you were standing next to such carnage. That was for the best. You’d never taken well to carnage, and he’d hate for such distress to be inflicted on you by any hands but his own.

With the first floor scouted, he proceeded to the second. He found you in the master bedroom, sprawled out on the center of a king-sized mattress, stripped bare save for the white sheet loosely wrapped around you. Another half-emptied champagne bottle sat precarious ly on the bedside table, and you looked as if you’d doused yourself in water and only just begun to dry – your hair still partially damp and clinging to your skin. One of your wrists had been handcuffed to the lowest bar of the headboard, a long red cord wrapped in a deceivingly intricate pattern over your chest, but you didn’t seem terribly concerned about your bondage. Granted, you probably weren’t in a state to be worried about much of anything.

It was a strange feeling. Not exactly anger, but a different sort of rage – tight and slippery and knotted, softened by his amusement but, in the same breath, complicated by his affection for you, his hesitance to see you used to fulfill someone else’s whims. He wanted to hurt Hisoka, to maim him so severely that he had only the strength left to beg for mercy. He wanted to shake his hand, to congratulate him on a game well played and offer him a reward that Chrollo, admittedly, hadn’t thought of yet. He wanted to bend at the waist and wretch until whatever was lodged in his throat had been pulled free. He wanted to drive a knife into your throat and drag until he hit—

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. His attention was drawn to the doorway of an adjoining bathroom, where Hisoka stood, a towel around his waist and a cloying smirk already playing at his lips. Unlike you, he was clearly still in a state of semi-coherency, his posture straight and his stare intent, as if he expected something more from Chrollo than what he’d already taken. “Finally,” he said, his tone airy and dripping with self-satisfaction. “I thought you’d decided not to join us.”

Chrollo didn’t respond, only watching as Hisoka came to sit on the edge of your mattress. His towel was allowed to fall away, his hand drifting to your cheek, where you nuzzled into his palm. On reflex, his gaze narrowed, Bandit’s Secret falling into the palm of his hand, but Hisoka only laughed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’ve kept our little playdate strictly above the belt.” He let his head lull to the side. “Much to this one’s disappointment. You have to stop neglecting the poor thing – it was all I could do to stave them off.”

Another strange irk, this one more violent than the last. His lips parted, but before he could speak, your eyes were flickering open, your lips pulling into a sleep-addled grin as you saw Hisoka above you. “Is it time to…” You trailed off, fading into a yawn as your hazy attention drifted elsewhere, towards the foot of your bed. You almost seemed unable to process him for a long, idle moment before you collapsed back into reality – your expression snapping from one of confusion to utter horror, your unrestrained hand shooting upward to clutch at Hisoka’s shirt. “Chro— He’s—”

Hisoka cut you off. “I know, dear.”

“Why aren’t you—”

“Because I invited him.” He chose to put you out of your misery sooner rather than later, pulling away from you and pushing himself to his feet. “The more the merrier, right? I’m sure you wouldn’t have wanted Chrollo to feel left out.”

You looked at Hisoka like a kicked puppy, desperate to know why your master would be so cruel. A half-hearted attempt was made to sit up, but your arm caught your shackles, jerking you back down just as quickly. You cursed under your breath, groping frantically at the cuff, but whatever latch or lock you were looking for wasn’t within your reach. It was cute to see you scramble, though. “You— You promised you’d help me get away from him—”

“And I said I’d get you out of that stuffy little hotel room and help you have a little fun. You can’t hold me responsible for any assumptions you made about my intentions, sweetheart.” He found a seat on the other side of the bedroom, placing Chrollo between himself and you. “You got your fresh air, and I let you have your fun. Now, it’s time for your daddy to have his.” He looked towards Chrollo. “You are going to play with us, aren’t you?”

Chrollo would tear him apart, limb from limb, and keep him alive to watch his blood drain from his mutilated body. Chrollo would buy him a drink next time his Spiders met somewhere with a decent bar. “That depends on what you want me to do.”

With an airy chuckle, he sank back in his seat, what little rigidity he’d once had allowed to fall away with merely the suggestion of Chrollo’s complicity. “Like I said – it’s clear you’ve been neglecting the poor thing.” He paused, pressed his tongue against his teeth. “Show me what a good caretaker you can be, won’t you, dear?”

Chrollo was quiet for a long, slow moment.

Then, he brought a hand to his collar, and laughed.

It was cute – how wide your eyes went as he turned to face you; a caught rabbit backed into the furthest corner of its cage. Nails scratched against sheets, your lips parted in a silent plea to his remaining sympathy, but you’d done more than enough to earn your punishment. Hisoka would act as a witness; both to your misbehavior, and the corrective measures Chrollo was willing to take to make sure you didn’t do anything so idiotic again.

He watched your body go tense beneath him as he shifted onto the mattress, felt your frantic heart beating through your chest as he came to rest above you. He let his lips ghosts skirt over the corner of your lips, then your jaw, before falling to the crook of your neck. “I hope it was worth it,” he muttered, his voice nearly lost against your skin. He didn’t mind.

He had all the time in the world to burn your lesson into you, one way or another.

“Because you are never going to see the light of day again.”

[justwinginglife]

My Heart

25 Days of Simpmas: Day One December 1st: Chrollo Lucilfer, Rank 25 Anime: Hunter X Hunter Event Masterlist

Trigger warning: Mentions of physical violence/beatings

"Just because you have eyes everywhere doesn’t mean I can’t still see you coming a mile away.”

Chrollo was nonchalant as he spoke these words aloud, flipping through another page of his book, unfazed by the woman who’d silently entered through the window. 

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Or perhaps you just missed me. Hardly counts as ‘seeing me coming’ if you’re waiting by the window for my safe return.” 

He hummed to himself as he closed his book and set it on the side table. Then he stood to greet you. “It’s not unnatural to miss someone as valuable as you. So tell me, how was your journey?” His eyes scanned over your body as though he were simply taking in the sight of his longtime friend, as though nostalgia and fondness kept him focused on you, but the discernment in his gaze, the subtle, lingering glances that scrutinized every inch of your body, searching for a splatter of blood or a newly formed scar or a laboredness in your breathing, told you that maybe this time you’d stayed away too long, maybe this time he’d been waiting by the window fearing the worst, maybe this time he’d be more unwilling to let you go.

“You’re not going to find anything. I’m fine.” 

He laughed softly, his eyes flickering back up to yours as he concluded his examination of you. “I know you’re fine. It’s as you said- maybe I just missed you.” 

For many years, you’d been Chrollo’s eyes and ears. Literally. With your unique skill, you had the ability to leave copies of your eyes wherever you went, allowing you to observe everything that went on behind closed doors. As time went by, you strengthened the skill to expand the range of your ability. You could now observe 50 different locations simultaneously. Each copy of your eyes functioned as an extension of yourself, meaning that it was as if you were in the room yourself, watching and listening to each scenario play out before you. It also made you quite the adept fighter as you were able to observe an opponent from multiple different angles during a fight, and you had a trump card that even allowed your eyes to peer into the future momentarily to predict their next move. 

This ability led you to become Chrollo’s closest advisor, feeding him intelligence and secrets that no one else had access to. So you knew he trusted you enough to handle his most important missions and you knew he trusted your strength enough to bring you home from these missions. But it was still nice to think he cared for your safety even knowing your abilities, and it was still nice to think he missed you after being gone so long. 

Because you were gone a lot. 

Your powers weren’t without its limitations. In order to place a set of eyes down, you had to physically be within a certain range of where you wanted them to be. If you wanted eyes looking down from the Eiffel Tower, you’d have to make the long trek to the top. Now, you could leave them once you’d placed them and they wouldn’t move an inch, but if you summoned them for a different purpose, like needing them to monitor an opponent’s movements during a fight, you’d have to physically make the trip again to put them back where you left them. And if you ever fought an opponent strong enough that you needed to use your foresight, it required you to summon more eyes. Sometimes getting back into a place where you’d previously left your eyes proved to be more difficult the second time around so you’d have to be careful which eyes you summoned. 

Chrollo, knowing this, had adamantly insisted that you need not leave eyes behind to guard his hideout, but stubborn as you were, you left some behind anyway and he sometimes worried that the few eyes you’d left for him would one day be the difference between your life and death.

Little did he know that your reason to live was standing 5 feet and 10 inches tall, right in front of you, with his black hair hanging loose (because he always let it down when he was around you), and gray eyes that made you want to come home as quick as you could. You were his longtime friend but he was your longtime love and you’d do anything to keep him safe and keep coming back to him. Even if he didn’t know any of this. 

“Maybe I’ll retire,” He joked, but his playful demeanor couldn’t hide the genuine contemplation in his voice- contemplation brought about by your absence these last few months. He always preached about the value of his Troupe members’ lives, that his life was worth no more than theirs, that everyone’s lives held equal merit, but now he was starting to realize that maybe your life was worth more to him than anything else. And maybe it wasn’t because you held a treasure trove of the world’s secrets in your mind, maybe it was because you held his secrets, you held his hopes, his fears, his dreams so close to your heart, maybe it wasn’t because you were strong, but because you were strong for him, maybe it wasn’t your ability to sneak in and out of a room unnoticed or assume different identities at will or extract information with precision and ease, maybe it was your ability to make him laugh, to make him worry, to make him feel like your partner and not just your leader, maybe it was all these maybes that made you more valuable to him than the world’s rarest gem. And maybe he’d do anything to keep you by his side for good. Maybe he would retire. 

You poked him in the arm, disrupting his train of thought. “You won’t. You can't; you’ll get bored. Can’t you see us, 80 years later, still thieving and conning people out of their money? I mean, no one suspects the elderly, right? I’m sure we could find some trouble to get up to even past our prime. And we’ll buy some gaudy, grand mansion that we’ll have no idea what to do with, but we’ll buy it just for the fun of being able to buy it.”

He laughed, capturing your hand in his. “You mean you’ll keep me company even when my hair is falling out and my teeth are missing and I can’t tell my right from my left?”

“I mean to keep you company even when we’re nothing but ashes scattered in the wind.” 

His eyes softened as he smiled. “Well, then. One gaudy, grand mansion coming right up.”

Once you’d finished exchanging pleasantries and sentimentalities, you began exchanging gifts, the way you always did after a long mission. For two highly wanted, highly intelligent criminals, there was just something so casual and so normal about the way you talked about your journeys and exchanged souvenirs like you’d simply gone on different field trips. The only difference between you and a teenage girl bringing back a keepsake for her boyfriend was that you and Chrollo already had everything. Riches and jewels were so easily acquired, you could rob a bank in your sleep. So you made it a point to bring each other something of actual value even if it held no monetary value. 

“For you, my dear.” Chrollo presented to you a box that held an old, cracked pocket watch inside. The watch was too old to be of use, having long stopped working, but not old enough to be considered antique or expensive by any means. If found on a street, one might simply leave it on the street to rust beside sewer grates and trash cans. It was of little importance to anyone. Except you. 

“Is that what I think it is?” You leaned in closer to examine the familiar initials, J.A., inscribed on the surface of the watch you knew so well. “You found it, you really found it. May I?” 

Chrollo nodded, stepping away slightly to give you some space. “Absolutely. The floor is yours.”

Without another word you dropped the watch to the ground and stomped it to pieces with the heel of your boot. This watch was of little significance to anyone. It was a useless trinket. Merely a waste of space. But to you, it was a reminder of days when you were nothing but a rowdy student, nothing but a trouble child, nothing but a waste of potential, getting beat half to death by your school teacher after class had already been dismissed. He’d tell you that for every second of his life that you wasted, he’d repay you those seconds tenfold. Blood pounded in your ears as you took his lashings, but somehow the sickening sound of the ticking in his watch was all you could hear and it drove you nearly mad. 

By the time you were finally old enough, finally strong enough to kill him, you discovered that some lucky bastard had already taken the liberty of wiping him off the face of the planet for good. The watch he timed your beatings to was all that was left of him and it’d been lost for decades. Until now. Until you smashed it to smithereens. And by god, it was satisfying. 

You’d almost forgotten you had such trauma, having found a place where you belonged with a person you belonged to. But there was a small part of you that was still bitter, still scarred, still raging, and that part of you desired closure, that part of you craved retribution, that part of you demanded vengeance- vengeance that you could never have. But Chrollo had given you a close second and maybe now you could lay the past to rest and look to the future. Maybe now you could look to the man who bandaged all these battered parts of you, parts that no one else dared look at. 

Maybe now you could have the courage to give him the gift you’d gotten him, even knowing all the implications behind it. 

“My gift won’t be damn near as therapeutic as your gift,” You joked as you handed him an even smaller box than the one he’d given you. 

When he opened the box, he was silent for a moment.

It was a ring. A small ring, but beautiful, nonetheless. You’d thought yourself lucky the moment you laid eyes on it. It had been Chrollo’s mother’s ring- an undying symbol of the affection she shared for his father. While his father had been a wealthy clergyman, his mother had never really been impressed with wealth and felt jewelry superficial (perhaps Chrollo took after his mother in that regard and that was why, for all his thieving, he never seemed satisfied with mere jewels and gold). However, this one ring was his mother’s only exception. Though it was too small a token to be of significance to anyone else, it was a symbol of their love, a love lost to death and time, and the Lucilfer family ring would forever hold a special place in Chrollo’s heart. Which was why you were shocked when he gave it back to you.

“You were kind enough to locate this for me, and for that I thank you. But I’m afraid this doesn’t belong with me.”

Your brows furrowed. “Of course it does! It’s your family’s ring. If you won’t have it, then no one will have it.” 

He smiled at you softly. “You misunderstand me.” He took your hand in his. And then he got on one knee.

“My dear, my closest friend, my partner in crime, in everything. You’ve always been my eyes and ears. How would you like to try being my heart?”

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[white-poppie]

Hello!! Can you do a Chrollo x reader where his S/O has a death note just like light yagami?? :O

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  ⭒ chrollo lucilfer.

(Since this is HxH we are gonna presume that the Death Note is made by using reader's nen)

Content type: hcs + scenario

Okay, so I've said this before but Chrllo himself has this twisted sense of morality and god complex.

I think he disagrees with your ideology of justice, because he himself is a criminal, and just doesn't think a person should play devil's advocate. (he only thinks that because it affects him, he's a hypocrite.)

But that's just how he is, the day he meets you, he is trying to include you into the trope, your power is so helpful and versatile.

So somehow he ends up coaxing you into the trope with his sweet words.

He is so curious about your ability, he has to know everything! The weakness, the flaws, the time, the loopholes, he has to have it all figured out!

He is just observing you silently like a hawk for the longest time.

Also kinda enamoured by the fact that your and his abilities are similar to some extent.

He's not someone that cares about looks, so no matter how you are if you're an entertaining person (smart, independent and have a beneficial ability) then he's yours.

If you are even slightly similar to how Light thinks, my guy is smitten.

He is well aware of his feelings, and he knows when the interest turns into denial, to acceptance to crush to pining to infatuation.

No one except Chrollo himself knows.

He treats you just like other members, maybe slightly better, but you can't notice

Honestly, Chrollo is a very romantic person.

Say for example if he hears you talking about anything that you might desire or want, he is gonna steal and gift it to you.

If you question he is just like," It's a reward for your good work, keep it up."

EVENTUALLY, The troupe starts noticing, especially Paku and Phinks.

Shalnark teases you when he finally figures out, they all are like 'oh it's boss' favourite.'

He is the embodiment of poetic rizz.

He would ask you out when Paku persuades him tho, she is like "Please you two are killing us with the tension in the room."

So eventually he agreed. He slips a note or letter into your notebook and asks you to meet him first if you agree.

HE HAS PLANNED EVERYTHING.

The soft thundering rain brings down such a loving blanket of comfort in the atmosphere.

You walk upto the window and open it a little to breath in the petrichor aroma as your eyes fall on your 'Death Note' kept on the window-sill and has a small piece of paper sticking out of it.

'Dearest Y/N, I really do hope you see this note before the rain stops because there is something just so intimate about rain that no weather can mimic. So when you see this, meet me on the rooftop, I have something for you. ~ Chrollo

Alright so you leave your Death Note there, cause the rest of the trope is there and obv you can trust them with your belongings. (They share knowing looks lol)

And when you reach there you see Chrollo in his glory.

Chrollo stands on the roof, waiting for you, he is rather drenched as he has his eyes closed and head tilted towards the sky, enjoying the faint pattering of the rain against his skin.

His onyx hair is stuck to his forehead as his ears perk at the sound of your footsteps. He lets out a sigh of relief.

"You came," he mumbles and finally looks at you, his eyes strutted in a way that has you melting despite the cold weather.

You walk closer to him as he looks into your eyes.

"Y/N, I think you already know what happens when two people meet rain," he chuckles and shakes his head, "it took me long enough to say this, but I-I like you, a lot."

There is a huge spurge of butterflies in your stomach at the knowing smile on Chrollo's face.

"I like you too," you whisper and he smirks softly as he tucks in a stand of your wet hair.

"I know, sweetheart," he says and closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you gently.

Congratulations please invite me to your wedding.

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Has anyone here ever chaos’d so much it seeps into your OC?

introducing you all to Lola!!! An accidental revenge OC I have created to “hurt” illumi. I also gave Lola a girlfriend named Ami, who was created to continually throw hisoka’s problems back into his life when he least expects it…. But she is not important right now….

This is a chaos appreciation post. And I’m currently appreciating the Chaotic (currently) 12 yr old that was supposed to be born as a puppet of darkness for her father to use….. but ultimately just ends up the worlds most savage headache.

Even gets kidnapped at some point of time only to (while being tortured) proceed to suggest her tormentor mount a spikey dildo.

It is Lola’s 4th creation anniversary that is the reason for my post. And we’ve start replaying hxh again, so I miss these moments.