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[saintchrollo]

hi i literally love you so much you are one of my favorite writers!!! your work is literally MAGICAL and it is always so beautifully written.

could you write something of chrollo coming home from a mission and just clinging onto the reader? you can take it wherever you want but my need for affection would be fine with just sfw HAHAHA

i love you so much and i hope you are doing well 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ahhh omg hi kitten tysm ilysm bisous i hope you are doing well !!! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ok pls enjoy this has been giving me brainrot !!! ✨✨✨

Not wanting to scare you, Chrollo places extra effort into making his arrival louder than normal. Softly shutting the door, but calling out your name as he took off his jacket, which unfortunately had a few bloodstains on it. The keys clatter in the little bowl, he goes his shoes off, and lets out the biggest sigh of relief when he hears you.

A sight for sore eyes, that’s what you are. With a smile he wishes he could steal and dressed casually, in an oversized painting shirt and jeans, you appear in the hallway like a vision. The next moment you’re in his arms, kissing with the passion of an eclipse.

When you do break away, hello holds your gaze with a softness you didn’t know was possible. He places a kiss to your forehead, before wrapping his arms around you, nose tucked right behind your ear and taking a deep breath, eyes closing.

“Welcome home, baby,” You murmur, bringing your hands to slide up under his hair, softly rubbing at his scalp. He lets out a pleased up.

“Will you come shower with me?” Chrollo asks, hands sliding down to grab your ass for a moment, before wandering back up, sliding under your shirt and up your back.

“If you’d like. I was gonna make you something to eat though,” You say.

“Come shower with me,” Chrollo whispers. “I’ll make it worth your while. And then we can cook together.” He starts to shuffle the two of you back, much to your chagrin. But you go willingly, the two of you had long since outgrown the conserving water excuse.

Under the spray of the shower, Chrollo’s hands are everywhere, rarely leaving your smooth skin. He takes his time, crowding you against the wall with a hand around your waist, the other interwoven with your hand, pushed against the slick tile above your head. His lips move slowly against yours, as if water and time alike are endless. After your shower, you both get dressed in sleep clothes, soft satin alike.

In the kitchen, it’s the same image, Chrollo’s hands on your waist, the dip of your spine. While the curry simmers away on the stove, Chrollo is determined to box step you though the kitchen, to tilt your head back and lavish your lips and your jaw and your neck with kisses.

And you eat dinner on the couch, Chrollo eats so fast you’re worried he might choke on a piece of tofu. But he’s quick to lay down on the couch, wrap his arms around you and place his head on your chest. You can’t help but chuckle as he completely deflates, sinking into you.

His hands slide over your hips, squeezing the soft flesh of your love handles, running a hand up under your shirt to squeeze at your breast. However, you still had your dinner in your hands, and you lightly tapped Chrollo’s shoulder.

“Let me finish eating,” You lightly scold, only to be rewarded with Chrollo swiping his thumb over your nipple, a smile on his face.

“I’ve been deprived for so long,” Chrollo bemoans, pressing his face into your chest. “You make my world a thousand times better, every time I leave the house without you there is a hole in my heart that cannot be filled until you return to my arms.”

Earlier in your relationship, you would have been completely taken aback, flustered out of commission. Yet, three years in, the declaration of love makes your cheeks pink, your eyes roll, and a smile pull across your face. 

“You also have my entire soul, angel. I love you too.” 

Satisfied with that, Chrollo gives you a squeeze and a kiss, before settling back down on your chest. His hand rubs up and down your side, and he ignores the TV to talk to you instead. “What do you want to do tonight, my love?” His hand finds yours and he leaves a kiss to your knuckles.

“We can stay like this,” You murmur, ceasing your fingers through his hair. You trace the shell of his ear with your finger and he hums appreciatively.

“Good, good,” Chrollo’s voice is crackled and tired. His eyelids soon drop, lashes curling over dark underage circles. It isn’t before long that he’s fast asleep, grip tight around you. Occasionally, he sifts slightly, a little twitch here and there, a mumble or two.

You end up falling asleep like that, stomachs full, in each other’s arms, happy as could be.

[saintchrollo]

i saw ur post and i have some ship names for chrollo and you

1. chrollia

2. ophrollo

3. ophrollia

4. chrollophelia

5. ophrochrollia

i’m sorry 4 & 5 have me WHEEZING on a SCHOOL NIGHT akfjakfjjshd

these all sound like latin names for flowers omg ..... ophrollia lookin kinda sexy tho .......

[lacedinlucilfer]

This right here. Is magical

hi i literally love you so much you are one of my favorite writers!!! your work is literally MAGICAL and it is always so beautifully written.

could you write something of chrollo coming home from a mission and just clinging onto the reader? you can take it wherever you want but my need for affection would be fine with just sfw HAHAHA

i love you so much and i hope you are doing well 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ahhh omg hi kitten tysm ilysm bisous i hope you are doing well !!! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ok pls enjoy this has been giving me brainrot !!! ✨✨✨

Not wanting to scare you, Chrollo places extra effort into making his arrival louder than normal. Softly shutting the door, but calling out your name as he took off his jacket, which unfortunately had a few bloodstains on it. The keys clatter in the little bowl, he goes his shoes off, and lets out the biggest sigh of relief when he hears you.

A sight for sore eyes, that’s what you are. With a smile he wishes he could steal and dressed casually, in an oversized painting shirt and jeans, you appear in the hallway like a vision. The next moment you’re in his arms, kissing with the passion of an eclipse.

When you do break away, hello holds your gaze with a softness you didn’t know was possible. He places a kiss to your forehead, before wrapping his arms around you, nose tucked right behind your ear and taking a deep breath, eyes closing.

“Welcome home, baby,” You murmur, bringing your hands to slide up under his hair, softly rubbing at his scalp. He lets out a pleased up.

“Will you come shower with me?” Chrollo asks, hands sliding down to grab your ass for a moment, before wandering back up, sliding under your shirt and up your back.

“If you’d like. I was gonna make you something to eat though,” You say.

“Come shower with me,” Chrollo whispers. “I’ll make it worth your while. And then we can cook together.” He starts to shuffle the two of you back, much to your chagrin. But you go willingly, the two of you had long since outgrown the conserving water excuse.

Under the spray of the shower, Chrollo’s hands are everywhere, rarely leaving your smooth skin. He takes his time, crowding you against the wall with a hand around your waist, the other interwoven with your hand, pushed against the slick tile above your head. His lips move slowly against yours, as if water and time alike are endless. After your shower, you both get dressed in sleep clothes, soft satin alike.

In the kitchen, it’s the same image, Chrollo’s hands on your waist, the dip of your spine. While the curry simmers away on the stove, Chrollo is determined to box step you though the kitchen, to tilt your head back and lavish your lips and your jaw and your neck with kisses.

And you eat dinner on the couch, Chrollo eats so fast you’re worried he might choke on a piece of tofu. But he’s quick to lay down on the couch, wrap his arms around you and place his head on your chest. You can’t help but chuckle as he completely deflates, sinking into you.

His hands slide over your hips, squeezing the soft flesh of your love handles, running a hand up under your shirt to squeeze at your breast. However, you still had your dinner in your hands, and you lightly tapped Chrollo’s shoulder.

“Let me finish eating,” You lightly scold, only to be rewarded with Chrollo swiping his thumb over your nipple, a smile on his face.

“I’ve been deprived for so long,” Chrollo bemoans, pressing his face into your chest. “You make my world a thousand times better, every time I leave the house without you there is a hole in my heart that cannot be filled until you return to my arms.”

Earlier in your relationship, you would have been completely taken aback, flustered out of commission. Yet, three years in, the declaration of love makes your cheeks pink, your eyes roll, and a smile pull across your face. 

“You also have my entire soul, angel. I love you too.” 

Satisfied with that, Chrollo gives you a squeeze and a kiss, before settling back down on your chest. His hand rubs up and down your side, and he ignores the TV to talk to you instead. “What do you want to do tonight, my love?” His hand finds yours and he leaves a kiss to your knuckles.

“We can stay like this,” You murmur, ceasing your fingers through his hair. You trace the shell of his ear with your finger and he hums appreciatively.

“Good, good,” Chrollo’s voice is crackled and tired. His eyelids soon drop, lashes curling over dark underage circles. It isn’t before long that he’s fast asleep, grip tight around you. Occasionally, he sifts slightly, a little twitch here and there, a mumble or two.

You end up falling asleep like that, stomachs full, in each other’s arms, happy as could be.