#chrollo cw

[saetoshis]

requested by: [‹ @megum1sworld ›]

HE'S SO NASTY! [‹ kickoff request event ›]

[‹ WITH ›] mean bf!chrollo!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, established relationship, fucking outdoors, degradation, rough sex [against a tree], creampie

it's a pretty quiet night.

chrollo's footsteps patter on the earth beside you, his hips swaying as you take a late night stroll with him. you'd probably enjoy the scenery of vast trees or the smell of fresh air, but the only things you can focus on are his shifting brawny shoulders and his enamoring cologne that stings your nose.

you can't help the heat pooling between your thighs as your thoughts drift off into lustful ones, the world around you escaping as lewd images and feelings flood your vision. how would his fingers in your mouth feel? how hard does he rut into you? what kind of dirty names would he call you?

"something the matter?" chrollo's voice jolts you back into reality, his eyes sharp in cognizance as he reads you like his favorite book. it's like he can sense it - the heat coming off of your skin, the filthy thoughts splayed in your mind, the shake in your thighs as you walk.

"oh- no," you shrug it off, hoping that he won't notice your eyes staring holes into the ground in ignorance. but he does - and it doesn't take long until your back is pressed against a tree with his knee pressed between your thighs.

"i'm not dumb," chrollo tilts his head mockingly, dancing fingers tracing along your waist and relishing in the hitch in your breath. his knee presses up against your panties under your skirt more roughly, the pressure sending buzzes of pleasure through you. "use your words. unless i just have to find out for myself..."

a whine escapes your lips when your panties are slipped down your thighs, his brawny fingers sliding through your slicked folds. he hums out in feigned surprise, since he knew from the start that something was up - but who knew it was his just his riled up, cute little girlfriend wishing for his cock?

"just a greedy slut, aren't you?" chrollo murmurs out raspingly, slipping his waistband down to let his cock spring out from the fabric. the tantalizing feel of the head dragging through your folds is enough to make your hips grind, head swimming in anticipation. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to be absolutely ruined right here?"

you let out a meek 'y-yes, chrollo,' eyes squeezing shut as you choke down the urge to beg and plead. his arm hooks under your knee, lifting your leg in the air to slip the head of his cock inside. you expect it to be slow and sensual, so it's all the more jarring when his hips rut harshly into the hilt of your cunt.

"c-chrollo! too fast," you whine and pant, each stroke sending resounding pleasure up your spine.

"is it?" chrollo leers out, his free hand gripping your jaw and keeping your fluttering eyes locked onto his dark and hazy ones. wet smacks and whimpers dissipate through the night air, the heat feeling like lightning strikes between you. "then why do you look so addicted? go ahead, keep moaning nice and loud for me..."

you can't muster any response out, your chest tight and breaths shallow as he pounds into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. the sheer filthiness of it all rattles in both of your brains, and chrollo's determined to chase his euphoria and make a mess out of you in the process.

'so good, so big... c-chrollo' is all you manage to babble out in succession, as if each wet thrust shocked your nerves from your pussy all the way to your head. his unrelenting ruts get sloppy over time, grunts and panted heaves brushing against your neck.

"slutty pussy wants my cum inside, doesn't it?" chrollo jeers filthily, his hand tight on your jaw as his arm angles your leg up higher to hit the deepest spot in your cunt. his muscles shudder as he fucks into you faster, climax throbbing in his shaft as it begs to burst through. "gonna fill you up, just like you wanted. isn't that right?"

your mewls of 'yes, yes!' burgeon chrollo's ego, cock twitching with every wet slap as his groans quicken. when he cums, it's with a tight grip on your jaw and a rasped moan, ribbons of white slick spilling between your walls and leaking out around his shaft.

chrollo has to admit that he likes being alone like this, your unfiltered words and loud whimpers unheard by anyone else as they resound out. he'll probably spill another load or two inside of you before he gives up this opportunity.

2022 MUZANS.

#WUADHUAF i need to write more chrollo >_< #THANK U FOR THIS !!! AAAAH #chrollo smut #chrollo x reader #hxh smut #hxh x reader #cw breeding #cw degradation #[‹ he's so nasty! event ›] #[‹ moshi : writes ›]

[leoncrybaby]

memories fade but the scars still linger,

will I ever love again?

#украрт #укртамблер #український tumblr #укртумбочка #art #hxh #hxh fanart #chrollo lucilfer #kurapika #kurokura #cw bl00d #cw violence #russia is a terrorist state

[abbacchiosbelt]

Kinkmas ‘22 — Day 2: Chrollo Lucilfer + Choking

chrollo, curious, asks you to try something new in bed that he’s never trusted anyone else to do.

CW: Choking (reader giving), not sfw. Gender neutral reader.

WC: 818 words.

Kinkmas Index

“Are you sure about this?”

Perhaps it’s a silly question to be asking when you’re already straddling Chrollo between your legs, his hard cock nestled against your clothed lower half. The thrill of still being dressed whilst Chrollo was bare beneath you was a feeling you hadn’t expected to be so intoxicating, yet you still felt some hesitance with what Chrollo had asked you to do. 

Chrollo smiles - the same smile that’s gotten you in trouble so many times before - and grabs one of your hands to pull it towards himself, placing it on one side of his neck. “Would I have even asked if I weren’t sure?” His cock twitches from the contact of your hand against his neck, and you gasp. Chrollo grabs your other hand and repeats the action, not breaking eye contact the whole time. “I’m glad you’re concerned about me, dear, but I assure you that I want this.”

Logically, you knew his words were true. Chrollo was more powerful than you, immeasurably so. If he wanted you to stop at any time, it wouldn’t be a problem. Unlike Chrollo, though, you’d  never done this before. It’s only natural you’d feel hesitant to choke someone, especially someone like Chrollo. You do want to do it, though. 

You shift one of your hands and Chrollo sighs, his cock twitching against you again. He was so reactive, like this. It wasn’t what you were expecting. The desire to see more of his reactions is what urges you on, and pushes you over the edge of hesitance to eagerness.

“Okay,” you whisper. You adjust your hands around your neck like he had shown you beforehand. “I’m going to start.”

Carefully, you begin to put pressure on either side of Chrollo’s neck, your eyes widening at the expression on Chrollo’s face. His lips had parted and his cheeks were flushed pink, all from the most simple of touches.

“More,” he breathes, and you feel him begin to rut against your clothed sex. You’d have to tease him for his behavior later. You acquiesce to his demand, increasing the pressure of your grip. Knowing that Chrollo, leader of the notorious Phantom Troupe, was writhing between your touch from such an intimate and vulnerable act has your arousal growing by the second. You lick your lips and increase the pressure around his neck again, earning a low whine from Chrollo.

The pace of his rutting increases, and you feel every throb of his cock through your thin clothing. His hands rest on your forearms, their grip loose but firm enough that you know he’d alert you if the pressure became too much. He groans, and your name falls from his lips. “More,” Chrollo rasps. “You’re… doing so well.” His plea for more along with the addition of his praise makes your sex pulse with want, and once more, you press down harder around his neck.

Chrollo’s face is fully flushed now, his lips parted and his pupils dilated as pure pleasure overtakes him. Letting you do something so dangerous has his adrenalin running high, the intensity of everything involved - his trust in you, the fear of death, the loss of control - nearly driving him mad. He could never let anyone else see him like this, but he’d trusted you enough to fulfill a desire he’d harbored for longer than he’d like to admit. 

With each of his demands for more, you listen, and it’s not long before the pressure around his neck builds to a euphoric point. Chrollo squeezes your name out of his throat and his hands clamp down on your arms as he reaches his orgasm, humping against you like a wild animal. It’s simultaneously degrading and freeing, and Chrollo’s prolonged orgasm is evidence of how much he truly enjoyed it.

You loosen your hands completely the second Chrollo taps your arm in the pattern you’d worked out as a ‘safe word’ of sorts beforehand. He huffs, fully spent, but manages to find enough energy to drag you down next to him. You’d complain about the mess between your legs, but the sheer bliss on Chrollo’s face makes you decide to wait until later.

“That was…” Chrollo trails off, at a loss for words at once. 

“It was good,” you answer for him, and he chuckles. “Let me get you some water, at least.”

Chrollo responds by wrapping his arms around you in an iron grip. “Mm, stay here instead. I’m fine.”

“Insufferable,” you quip, earning another soft chuckle from Chrollo.

“And yet you’re the one laying next to me… I’d say you enjoy my insufferable ways.”

You grumble, knowing that there was no winning in a battle of wits with Chrollo. He gently moves you so that you’re laying on his chest, his head resting atop yours.

The smirk you feel against the top of your head is confirmation that Chrollo knows exactly what you’re thinking.

#my writing #not sfw #kinkmas #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh.txt #choking cw

[pocketwei]

koorapika

#cw blood #blood #hxh #kurapika #hunter x hunter #little gnome i squish him in my hands #don't mind me #the biggest hxh hater #making hxh fanart #it won't happen again #i lie i will draw my wife chrollo #< is delusional #illustrations #art

[tutu-mcfumbersnazzel]

What I think some Hunter X Hunter character's hair would taste like (cw food)

Gon - kale

Killua - minty chewing gum

Kurapika - lemon gumdrops

Mr. Leorio - black coffee

Hisoka (derogatory) - obnoxiously sugary kid's bubble gum

Illumi - jasmine tea

Bisky <3 - strawberry lemonade

Chrollo- tapioca

#hunter x hunter #hxh #food cw #cw food #gon freecss #kilua zoldyck #kurapika kurta #leorio paladiknight #hisoka morow #illumi zoldyck #biscuit krueger #chrollo lucilfer #i made this instead of sleeping 💀💀💀 #hxh x reader #i guess #shitpost #/hj

[qworflordking]

wishful thinking

#chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #chrollo fanart #hxh fanart #gore cw

[revenantsoups]

Rome Wasn’t Built in a Day ; But It Burned In One.

chrollo lucifer ; hunter x hunter

#hxh kin #hxh #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #chrollo kin #cw blood #cw death #cw religious imagery #tw blood #tw death #tw guns #cw guns #tw religion

[l1tw1ck]

Saw you write for hxh, I was wondering if you could do something with Feitan x dom male reader, anything. There’s barely any content like that.

sub!bottom!ftm feitan x dom!top!male reader

this super duper short, srry

cw: mild dub-con, rope bondage, aphrodisiacs, nipple play, creampie

Feitan wakes up in an unknown bedroom, naked and wrapped in black ribbons. He looks up at you in confusion, his vision blurry and cheeks flushed. “What's going on?”

You look at the card attached to the end of the ribbon and chuckle. ‘Merry Christmas – Chrollo’. “Looks like Chrollo sent me a late Christmas gift.” You lick your lips. “Can't believe you've been hiding a body like this all this time.”

He realizes what's going on, his body growing even hotter. He's definitely been drugged but he can't say that his attraction to you is only because of the aphrodisiac coursing through his body. He wants this. He smirks. “Merry Christmas then, [Name].” He spreads his legs.

Feitan moans loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks as you ram into his wet cunt. You litter kisses and bites along his body, grinning when you hear him whine from biting his nipple. You lick the hardened bud and earn more whines and whimpers from Feitan. You use your hand to show love to his other nipple. He digs his nails into his palms and comes with a loud shout, his soft walls flexing around your cock. You pull away from his chest and bring him into a kiss while you continue fucking him. Thanks to the drug, he’d be upset if you did stop.

You finally slow down and come inside of him. Feitan smiles happily at the warm, gooey feeling inside him.

#wicks🕯️shorts #top male reader #male reader #feitan x male reader #feitan x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x male reader #hxh smut #ftm character #sub character #tw dubious consent

[plutogist]

HANG OUT WITH THEM

i. part two: hang out with these characters (part one)

ii. gender neutral. reader | unedited version (lmk if I used any gendered terms!)

iii. cw: spoilers in manga (chrollo's part), mentions of death, massacre/slaughter, torture, trauma, and violence. stealing, fluff & semi-angst (?)

iv. characters: gon freecs, killua zoldyck, kurapika kurta, chrollo lucilfer, feitan portor.

GON FREECS

You hang out with the boy a lot as the two of you develop a rapport with one another and grow closer. The two of you would often be perched on top of a tree branch as he casts his fishing line into the middle of a swamp. He would ask you questions about your past, how you lived in YorkNew City, and even about yourself constantly while he was fishing.

Talking to Gon is comforting, although he is extremely enthusiastic. You might find yourself baffled as to how he appears to be fulfilled while not harboring any unwelcome feelings or thoughts. But naturally, that wasn't the only thing. He would take you around the town's outskirts. And to pass the time if you were in his place, you two would play a variety of board games.

KILLUA ZOLDYCK

When Gon wasn't allowed to practice Nen for two months because of his injudicious decision of fighting Gido, you and Killua trained together without Nen because Killua don't want Gon to be left behind. Since neither of you was particularly talkative throughout your training session-unlike Gon, who frequently emits a lot of commotion when the three of you are together-it was really awkward and silent.

You're just reluctant to approach him because you two weren't really close. But even so, he would give you advice on how to grow more powerful and tell you about what you should concentrate on. As an outcome, the more you two trained together over the course of the two months, the closer you two grew.

The two of you are hardly alone together unless it involves training, combat, etc. The three of you traveled to Whale Island after leaving Heaven's Arena to meet Mito Freecs, Gon's aunt, and Abe, his great-grandmother. They were quite friendly to you, and his great-grandmother told you and Killua plenty of stories about Gon. Gon once left the two of you because his aunt asked him to go get some supplies she needed to prepare later.

You offered your assistance to Aunt Mito with the laundry. Killua was watching you as you washed the clothes since he isn't really sure how he can help you or do things like that. He would speak about his experiences and escapades as an experienced assassin, a member of the notorious Zoldyck family, and the future heir to the family to keep you entertained. However, it wasn't all that entertaining to hear about how he was actually tortured as a baby.

You also shared your stories with him when you were younger. Being from your typical family, you didn't find it particularly interesting. To your surprise, Killua laughed and thought you were humorous when you were younger because of both your foolishness and your intrepid nature. You attempted tossing him your left slippers, but he deftly sidestepped it. Indeed, the day was enjoyable.

KURAPIKA KURTA

(Prior to the massacre of the Kurta Clan)

He would come and see you in your leisure time and encourage you to read in the neighborhood library with him. You would undoubtedly concur that it is Kurapika after all. You two would sit side by side on the couch in the serene library, and before starting a new book, he would offer that you execute an exchange. For instance, he may recommend a book to you and vice versa.

The majority of the novels he read are far more serious than you may think. He always recommends history or biographies of philosophers who lived a century ago, as well as crime, mystery, and science fiction, works. Despite how much you like it, you feel a little ashamed about the works you're recommending to him since they seem so plain to him. [Unless you have the same taste w/ him]

Most of your hangouts are just solitude and calm, but you like that tranquility. Along with Pairo, the three of you are going to stay in the forest as you three would for an adventurous hangout. You would capture fish or other creatures that are suitable for human consumption.

(After the massacre of the Kurta Clan)

You feel much closer to your childhood friend now that you've seen him again. He lost his positive outlook since, as you are aware, criminals killed the members of his clan. If you were in his position, you wouldn't have any optimism at all. Therefore, you are always at his side to lessen his sense of isolation and provide him with emotional support. A conversation with him may be quite intense and passionate. He would often speak to you late at night about his unsaid emotions, his grief, his trauma, his enmity, and the survivor's guilt.

He's still a huge book nerd, so you two would borrow books from the local library and read them together while relaxing in the calm setting. You are just brought back to the past by it.

CHROLLO LUCILFER

(When you were still living in Meteor City)

Chrollo introduced you to Father Lisores, the owner of the church that you saw. (First chapter) And now, you're affiliated with him because you look like you're on the verge of death and he pities you. In exchange for your assistance with his charitable endeavors and your assistance each time there is a mass for children and other Meteor City residents, he provides you with a place to live, food, and other requirements.

Furthermore, you got to know some of Chrollo's friends. They all treated you well, but Chrollo is the one you get along with the best. Despite the difficulties of his life, he is bursting with positive energy. He frequently stops by the church and enjoys bringing you unusual items.

Most of your time together would be spent in the church's rear chamber, where he would show you other items and instruct you in speaking Gelman. (In the universe of Hunter x Hunter, probably English). His discoveries and his astute thinking never fail to captivate you. He frequently blushes when you praise him, but in all honesty, he kind of craves it since he wants to impress you.

Chrollo requested you, Sarasa, and Pakunoda to voice dub a Mighty Sweepin' Power Cleaners VHS tape into your mother tongue so that the kids in Meteor City could watch and understand the episode. It gave you an immense thrill to voice-dub the role that was given to you, and it warmed your heart to see the children moved and enthralled.

(Phantom Troupe / After the slaughter of Kurta Clan)

After Sarasa's death, Phantom Troupe was established with the intention of exacting retribution. You presently hold the fourth rank and are a member of the Phantom Troupe, a group of malevolent thieves. You two don't spend much time together since Chrollo is so busy keeping up his leadership role, looking for items that can be of great use to the group, or if he wants to steal a particular item. In fact, it only happens once in a blue moon.

But you can't blame him after all. Though when all of you are gathered up for a meeting, he would give you pieces of jewelry, books, and others that you love, which you presumably think that he stole, it feels nice that he's thinking about you.

While waiting for the remainder of the members to arrive, you would speak with them about significant topics and share what you had learned from your mission. His responses to you are brief since he is still engaged with the book he is reading. You feel sort of sad about it but chose to not complain.

FEITAN PORTOR

While the troupe was in York New, he would pay you many visits at the gaming shop where you work, and would practically gaze at you as if you were a ghost or something - well, he's waiting for you to end your shift. You can't concentrate on your work due to his scary glances, and he physically stares at everyone that walks into the shop.

You would advise him to cease doing that after your shift, but he would act unaware even though he understood what you meant. You two would saunter through the Saloma Mall, only glancing at the merchandise in the storefront windows, not bothering to go inside because you're saving up your money.

But there was a time when you spotted a bracelet that piqued your curiosity, but it was so pricey that your wage wasn't sufficient to pay for it. Feitan was aware of this but remained silent. After dropping you off at your flat, he goes to the shop where you spotted the bracelet you like and snatches it violently.

He handed you the bracelet the next day. Unaware that he had stolen it, you were perplexed by how he was able to purchase it. When you questioned about how he was able to afford it, he just said that they were confidential.

Feitan isn't a particularly chatty person, and neither are you, but whenever he comes to see you while you're at work, you strike up a conversation with him, and honestly, talking to him is much more comfortable than talking to other people because he's direct and doesn't sugarcoat his words, which is what you like best.

He just listens to your rambling while paying attention to what you're saying, but he obviously won't be overt about it. The two of you would play video games in your flat after your shift. Because he has a strong sense of competition, he usually defeats you. He constantly invited Phinks and Shalnark as well.

#hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh #hxh fanfic #gon x reader #killua x reader #chrollo x reader #kurapika x reader #headcanons #feitan x reader #reader insert

[fickleduster]

✧. ┊   Random thirst, lmao

※ bottom.sub, amab reader

➤ cw: dacryphilia, overstim/dumbification, rimming, hand holding 😳, sum petnames, meanies I tell ya, I wrote this intoxicated so do with that what you will

Like the most adoring boyfriend that he was, he saw you as nothing short of a masterpiece, the most perfect boy he could ever lay his eyes on.

— Correction, hands.

And he made sure that you knew, too, (even if this sentiment isn't quite 'hidden',) he always found ways of showing his adoration with his hands; be it mindlessly tracing your skin or holding your own hand at every opportunity given, he had done so and much more.

"Stay still, baby."

... Even as he's eating you out, he has a hand intertwined with yours, with the other gently squishing your plush thigh.

Having you squirm under his mouth, legs locked on his head, and unabashedly moaning as if no one would hear... Without much said, it's obvious that he relished in having you reduced into a puddle; whether by his tongue or his cock, it's his pleasure to be of service for your wonderful body.

Even after what felt like hours since he started lapping at your hole, he had found himself wanting to coax more and more orgasms from your adorable cock. Even as your body's twisting and turning, tightly grasping at the dampening sheets under you, he just couldn't stop. It's just that you tasted so damn good.

You shiver upon hearing his voice, low and warm against your neck, "... Can't you handle a bit more, darling?"

It was then that you pleaded for the first time that evening— pleading that you can't keep cumming so easily from oral alone, pleading for his cock already. He wouldn't be able to stop the mockering chuckle that left his mouth.

That's when his free hand finds it's way to your slick hole, and a finger enters with ease.

Without even so much as a small thrust of his hand, your back had already arched upon a silent scream.

You had came for the nth time that evening.

"That's a good boy."

—

... It's almost animalistic, the sight of him lurching down to your equally sweaty form while he panted, mumbling obscenities with every shallow breath he took.

He could laugh, at how you're barely holding on as he forced your ass up. You're just as a babbling wreck as he was, head thrown back at every single thrust forced into your thoroughly slicked ass, body limp against his tight grip.

This was what you wanted, wasn't it? So why are you crying so damn loud when he forces the third load inside?

➶-͙˚ ༘✶

fushiguro toji, vox akuma, hex haywire, uzui tengen, chrollo lucilfer, quincy, tartaglia, kamisato ayato

[Yea these take a bit to write so here's (whatever this is) for the time being. A much longer Childe fic is upcoming so look out for that if ur interested lol]

#hex haywire x reader #x male reader #x amab reader #nijisanji en x reader #the gays #and God said “gaymen” #vox akuma x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #chrollo x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #nijien x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #hxh x reader #uzui tengen x reader #tengen x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #quincy nu carnival #nu carnival x reader #x reader smut #x male reader smut #bottom male reader

[yourfuckingmomdotcom]

Yandere Butler x Autistic Reader

The autistic girlies, guys, or otherwise deserve yandere content tailored to ourselves, and I’m sick of pretending otherwise /hj.

The general idea is that this takes place in a time before an autism diagnosis even existed, like the Victorian Era, but arguably the DSM III added autism in 1980, so you could be in any of those times and still technically be timewise correct. But also you can just imagine him as a modern dude who doesn’t get what’s up.

Oh also, this is inspired a lot by @kiame-sama​ ​. Do I know what a Chrollo is? Nope. Did I love the fic she made? Fuck yea. (Accidentally tagged someone else at first, sorry you didn’t see this!) CW: Non-consentual cuddling, mild drugging, yandere, autistic reader, sensory overload mentions, general violence and murder stuff

🂡 Yandere Butler was brought on by your uncle after your parents unfortunate passing. You had been passed the helm of owning their small but thriving gunsmith operations, as well as the family house and assets. Being unwed and rather young, the butler was sent to manage the things that seriously stressed you out. He, as well as your other associates, assume you are just someone of a delicate constitution, and therefore he’s always fretting over you. Initially he didn’t get it, he did his very emotionally separated duties, but he noticed how much you struggled with specific things, and how you absolutely lit up at the things you love. He found it charming and enthralling, and he could no longer separate his duties and himself. 🂡 Yandere Butler will listen to you ramble for hours over your special interest. Now, how much he understands depends entirely on the content, but he will sit there regardless. As you excitedly go over every detail as best as you can trying to get him to understand what makes you so enthusiastic, he’ll ask leading questions and generally try and find ways to engage deeper in the things you enjoy. It’s the least he could do, since it seems to make you so happy.

🂡 Yandere Butler will overstep professional boundaries as long as you’re unaware of them. He appreciates what he sees as feign innocence and gullibleness that allows him to do things that wouldn’t be possible otherwise. With the low oversight of his position in the house, as well as the authority he holds, he uses this to sneak touches under the guise of fixing something with your garments or your posture. He’ll take what feels like decades to get you dresses in the morning as he slowly glides stockings or woolen socks over your legs, placing the garter so gently atop your thigh. The small ways you allow him to touch you are to him the highlight of his day, especially if you’re really touch adverse.

🂡 Though, Yandere Butler, does understand that your comfort comes first. He finds it somewhat enjoyable to find a middle ground between sensory-safe clothing, as well as clothes deemed acceptable by wider society. He makes sure that your tailor uses the specific fiber and weave to make sure you have an exceptionally predictable texture to fall back on with any garment. He also will find ways to get you the right silhouette while avoiding a lot of structure if that bothers you. If all else fails, he might resort to more homey garments.

🂡 Yandere Butler pays close attention to your nutrition as well, always making sure to get sensory safe foods as well as some you’ve never tried before to widen your horizons just a bit. If the maids and chefs cook something wrong, or in a way you find unpalatable, there will absolutely be hell to pay. Well, moreso just a very loud scolding after you’ve retired to bed for the night, but it still hurts their feelings... He keeps his more unpleasant reprimands for when you’ve fallen asleep because he understands that you feel bad for the workers in your home when he gets like this, so he just does it out of sight. If ever invited to a required formal event, god forbid, he’ll always bring a snack and a handkerchief in case you really didn’t like what was available.

🂡 Yandere Butler also manages your medications, vitamins, and any other substances you take throughout the day. Don’t even consider doing something elicit or uncouth such as smoking or drinking more than a flute of champagne, and if you do something more elicit you’ll probably give him a heart attack. But this unadulterated access to these things lets him do things that are very ungenteel. He requires you take a sleep aid, practically knocks you out, and he takes this time to cuddle you while in your sleep. He knows you’re usually not one for unprompted blunt  affection, so he only does so when you’re sleeping. He finds your resting face adorable, and he prefers to hold you in the honeymoon hug position.

🂡 Yandere Butler, who due to your “delicate constitution” is usually helping you through sensory overloads. If you would grant him the honor, he’ll hold you tenderly in his arms as you ease back into comfort, slowly rocking both of you back and forth. Or, if you’re not ok with touching, he’ll prepare your chambers with dim lights, comforting sounds, and your bed all made and smelling of fragrances you find soothing. Despite not knowing the actual root of this behavior, he’s surprisingly accommodating and has gotten your sensory needs down to a science… which is sort of the problem.

🂡 The Yandere Butler figured out that going outside into town caused you mild to a great distress. So he made your life more simple, no more going out frivolously!... You were confused, and when you asked for more information he basically put a ban on any outside activity that wasn’t business or a disaster within the house. You got really sad about that, as you needed to go out and get things frequently for your hobbies. He ignored your short pleas to go out, initially only responding with something along the lines of, “Then go out to the gardens.”, but he knew he couldn’t keep you inside forever.

🂡 So, Yandere Butler scheduled every “unnecessary” outdoor event to be a sensory nightmare. He hates to see you so distressed, but it’s the only way you’ll learn apparently. This is only made worse by the fact he’s essentially made a sensory heaven inside of your manor, so when you go out it’s a lot worse since you’re so used to being catered to that the sensory discomfort becomes full of sensory pain. And you and him both know you can’t make a scene, lest you be ousted from high society and made a mockery of, so you’re hastily rushed back home to be coddled by him once again. It’s a very negative cycle you’ve got yourself caught up in, and it’s extremely difficult to get out of that cycle. Eventually, he hopes you’ll send a maid out to collect whatever you need instead of trying to leave him again, but until that time comes he’ll do this as much as you need until you get the memo.

🂡 Yandere Butler also manages many of your social and business connections. He’ll whisper in your ear how to deal with boring things like business decisions, stocks, and all the choices he doesn’t want you fretting about. But, he also will make sure to restrict any suitors or and non-business social events. He’ll throw out letters for frivolous parties, as he doesn’t want you tainted by others. He also will throw out suitor letters, which can make some interactions at formal business dinners a bit awkward for you when many suitors come up to you to ask about if anything got through, but the butler will whisk you away and explain that the mail must just be slow. 🂡 But one day, while a maid was cleaning the butler's room in the servants quarters, a maid finds the letters thrown out in his personal rubbish bin. She reads through them all rather confused, wondering why these wouldn’t be given directly to the master of the house. She wasn’t one to interfere with others' business, but something ticked her off. But as she’s about to walk off with an engagement letter, the butler walks in with 3 more in hand. There was a panic and a struggle from both of them, as the butler made sure she’d never be able to tell her tale.

🂡 That night, the Yandere Butler burnt the butchered maid, as well as all of the letters he’d previously thrown out to ash in the manors incinerator. He’d make sure not to make such a mistake again…

🂡 The next day, Yandere Butler makes you a special breakfast and brings it to your room. He coos, explaining that a particular maid stole from the wine cellar, and as she dropped and cracked the bottle, the red wine spilt across the floor. After that he let her go from her position, and he needed time to clean the mess himself, apologizing that your schedule was messed with and that you’re confined to the room for the day to protect your garments. Everytime you walk past the servant quarters door, you see a small red stain and remember the taste of red wine.

#tw autistic reader #x autistic reader #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere butler #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #x gn reader #x reader #yandere drabble #yandere imagines

[celestewritesstuff]

HxH Adult Trio NSFW Headcanons

i might make one of these for Kite too

it took me a min to get into it. so chrollo's is half-assed :D it’s also short but you’re already here, aren’t u

cw: i'm pretty sure its gender neutral. 86% sure. usage of pet, pretty, mentions of strong bdsm in illumi, honestly i think it's mentioned/implied in the other two it's just. a lot in illumi. yea thats all.

Chrollo

he's not very picky about how he gets you, as long as he gets to ravage your body

but his favorite position would probably be doggystyle if he had to choose something

just the raw, barbaric way he would hit it from the back. you would be seeing stars guaranteed

the sloppy sounds it would make too

he probably likes it because he wouldn't need to worry about his looks whilst enjoying you. he can just go crazy

and we wouldn't complain now would we

but the noises he'd make would be the best part of intercourse with him

because once you get him, naked, behind you, bending you over, you'll hear things like

"such a pretty thing for me"

"only I get to see you like this"

"take it like the good pet you are"

(not even mentioning his pretty groans when you squeeze his cock on purpose)

just overall very animalistic, very fast but multiple rounds

9 inches btw

Illumi

when i tell you this man is so underrated by the fandom. he would be so good at it!!

because as a trained assassin he's been taught to know reactions and where pressure points in the body are

and not to mention the fact that he knows how to torture. and the best kinds too. you can't convince me he doesnt know sexual torture. because he definitely does

but with you... maybe only for the first few times, but he'd want to be soft. he'd want to take it slow and show you that he can be a gentleman if only in the bed

gentle slow strokes in missionary as he holds you close to his body, enjoying your gentle whines and soft sighs

but after the first few times

oh boy

you're in for it, huh

it would just slowly get better and better. he'd bring in new things, like cuffs, ropes, the bar, wax, etc.

every time he would try to spice it up with you just to see what you liked the most

because he's just fascinated with the way your body reacts to things. the way your hips would push up into him when his hands trailed down your body, as you were blindfolded

or your legs quivering after an intense orgasm with the bar attached to your ankles

idk. he'd just be into everything and anything. it would just take times for him to bring it up

Hisoka

:)

like illumi and chrollo but in the best way possible

he wants to see you whine and cry and beg and just become an absolute mess beneath him

he doesn't care as long as there's tears

obviously into edging. you can't expect intercourse without it unless he's had a terrible day and just needs release

even then he might edge you, and just get his own climax. and leave you to yourself.

idk he's hard to read. but when he wants to?

he. will. be. the. best. you've. ever. HAD.

anything you want to do he'll try. he won't hesitate to try because he could like it too seeing as how sadistic he is

he strikes me as a doggystyle kinda guy as well as chrollo

probably not a constant top but will always be in charge.

also a frequent connoisseur of cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, but he's going to be plowing into you at all times whilst you're up there

pulling at your hair, bringing your neck to his mouth in a semi-full nelson

biting and sucking whilst your downstairs is being absolutely destroyed

doesn't matter if you're on top at this point, you will be shaking and crying

begging for more or to stop, either way he's going till you've passed out.

overall? absolutely nuts

and that is all thx for reading xoxo

#hisoka smut #illumi smut #chrollo smut #hisoka imagine #hisoka x reader #hisoka x reader smut #illumi zoldyck smut #illumi x reader #illumi x reader mut #illumi imagine #chrollo lucilfer smut #chrollo x reader smut #hxh smut #hxh imagine #hxh x reader smut #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter imagine

[desolatespring]

CW: yandere themes, threats of murder, dubcon/noncon, mentions of dacryphilia, overstimulation, and edging, oral sex (f receiving), dom Chrollo, 18+ Commission for @tomatop It took awhile to pick up on, but you eventually began to notice the subtle cues Chrollo inadvertently laid before you. In a way it almost humanized him, and that you thought, was even more unnerving than just accepting him as a monster. Viewing Chrollo as human was a cruel conclusion you struggled to come to. Despite the insurmountable power, and cold calculated behaviors, he was still a man. On rare occasions you came close to feeling bad for him, never true empathy, but pity.

Tonight was one of those instances. His usual methods of producing verbalized emotional turmoil, or as he liked to call it “banter” had ceased to work a few days ago. You remembered an article you read soon after graduating, and the term “stonewalling” stood out to you. It consisted of simply refusing to answer questions or responding to someone as an act of self preservation. Chrollo seemed to feed off your responses to him, you hoped by cutting him off from them he’d simply starve. Anything from a forced smile to you screaming in frustration was enough to temporarily satisfy him, providing him with enough material to psychoanalyze you for days, if not weeks on end. So, you decided to limit his resources.

You sat cross legged on the floor, back leaning against the bed, with a book in your hand. Under normal circumstances you loved reading, but alas, nothing with Chrollo could be considered normal. The only reading material you had he had supplied you with, was it really necessary for you to be reading “Fahrenheit 451” for the third time? You swore you’d go insane if he compared you Clarisse McClellan even once more.

When you first started reading Chrollo was at the head of the bed, reading his own novel, but after a few chapters he’d invited himself to lay down right behind you, his hand “accidentally” brushing your hair on occasion as he turned the page. Not long after this you could feel his eyes on you. The chill that tended to run up your spine under his scrutinizing gaze never came though. This is what told you something was off, even without turning your head you could almost feel emptiness radiating from him, threatening to swallow you into the abyss. That alone was almost enough to make you capitulate, ready to beg him for forgiveness for ignoring him.

Forcing yourself to focus on the pages in front of you, you successfully set these feelings aside. That was until the once sporadic brushes against your hair became more frequent. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that fingers that once touched you with an unspoken confidence became riddled with doubt. The touches were much more gentle, you could tell he was deep in thought.

That caused you yourself to think. Was he getting bored of you? If he was you considered yourself to be found guilty of treason, willing to receive capital punishment. No longer having an interest in you would surely be cause enough for him to kill you. You saw first hand the way he quickly disposed of his fortunes after heists. Once they served their purpose they were discarded and he moved onto his next target. Surely you’d meet the same fate if he no longer felt a need for you.

The realization had you speaking before you could stop yourself, “Did you finish your book?”

Just like that the emptiness you felt earlier was replaced with substance, you could practically feel the arrogant grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“No. Is yours too difficult to understand? I could explain it to you.” Almost instantaneously you regretted opening your mouth, maybe death would be better than having this cretin belittle you.

Deciding you’ve already had enough of the conversation you begin to focus on your story again. Your escape is short lived as the book is snatched from your fingers.

“What made you speak to me again?”

You sigh before turning to face him. Of course he would ask. Maybe trying to seem like you had his best interest at heart would temporarily win him over.

“You seemed disappointed.”

He pauses before responding. “Elaborate, there’s more to it than that.”

You purse your lips. Shit. I should’ve thought that one through better. “I assumed if you were disappointed with my silence you’d grow bored and just kill me.”

He seems satisfied with your answer. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise the king of deceit saw through your original deception.

Rolling onto his back he faces the ceiling with his fingers intertwined below his chest. His breathing is steady and his eyelashes flutter shut, casting a small shadow on his cheeks. In this moment all you think is how unfair it is for someone so evil to possess such attractive features. Wasn’t it said Lucifer was the most beautiful of God’s angels? you muse.

“You’re right you know? I feel like we’re at a standstill lately. I could replace you.”

Your breath hitches as you freeze. “I-I’m sorry?” Your voice sounds hoarse as you stutter.

“There is a way you could make it up to me. Buy yourself some time at the very least.”

You look at him reproachfully, waiting for him to explain further.

“You hardly resist when I touch you now.” He opens his eyes and turns towards you, watching for your reaction before continuing, “you could indulge me in some of my other… fantasies. Unless of course, I have to find someone new.”

The implications of his words causes your blood to run cold. Not only would your life be cut short, at this point that might be your preferred alternative, but he’d also find someone new. Taking a shaky breath you accept his offer. Someone new? Jealousy didn’t fuel your readiness to agree; you couldn’t bare the thought of anyone else falling victim to this man, not due to your own selfishness.

Sensing your forfeit, a satisfied smile chisels itself onto his alabaster skin, “come here.”

You hesitate before standing. Once you’ve risen you look down at your feet, each step looking like it was recorded in slow motion and looped back on repeat. All too soon your shaking knees collide with the side of the bed and you climb on top to kneel in front of him.

His hand reaches out, tucking the hair covering your face behind you ear. It slides down to underneath your chin as he gently lifts your face towards him. “Good girl.”

Under any other circumstances the action would have you swooning, but the butterflies in your stomach have turned to bile and you force yourself to keep it down. Pestilence sat before you, touching you with the delicate hands of a lover, while you became riddled with the plague.

Pulling you closer his lips hover centimeters from yours, the fresh smell of mint and cologne stinging your nose. If you weren’t so stunned you might’ve pulled away, but now it was too late as he finishes closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips were warmer than you expected. Softer too. Although the soul in Chrollo may have died long ago, his body was still alive and breathing. With a start you feel his tongue grazing your lower lip, his silent plea for you to reciprocate his actions. Swallowing your pride you lightly part your lips, begrudgingly allowing him access.

Once again he surprises you, the restraint he exhibits in this moment is unparalleled. Nothing is too rough or too fast, if it were anyone else you might even find it pleasant.

The taste of mint spreads to your tongue and you hesitantly put more effort into pleasing him. The hand on your chin relocated to rest on the side of your face while the other grips your hip. There’s no real force behind it but you know pulling away just got rendered impossible.

He continues to deepen the kiss as he guided you to straddle his lap. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable he begins leaning back, coercing your body to be on top of his.

Both hands are now on your hips and his fingers begin creeping under the waistband of your shorts. Using a little more force he guides your hips lower and motions for them to roll against him. Despite the voice in your head telling you it’s wrong, you follow his lead and cautiously grind against him. Overtime it becomes more natural and you resist the pleasantry less.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel the way his pants begin to stiffen, adding more pressure to your clit. You inhale sharply, abruptly breaking the kiss. Chrollo uses the opening to his advantage.

“Hm, it’s a wonder how you denied yourself for so long, look at how you’re taking charge.”

The mockery causes your cheeks to flush in anger. Before you have the chance to argue that he’s the one making you do this, his lips are back on yours.

Satisfied with your silence he pulls his mouth from yours, now beginning to trail kisses down your neck. As he reaches your collarbone he gives a light nip before easing your shirt off of you.

You curse yourself for not wearing a bra, now leaving yourself far more exposed than you’re comfortable with.

It seems to be spur of the moment decision as he flips you over onto your back, opting for himself to be the one on top. His fingers wrap around your wrists and he has the strength to easily hold both of your hands with one of his own.

He now freed hand begins to fondle your breasts before he gently begins sucking one of your nipples. He releases it with a pop and blows on the wet skin, the cool air causing you to shiver and arch your back.

He looks at you with a knowing smirk. You shoot him down with a glare. He clearly isn’t deterred since he’s now sliding your shorts off of you. He snaps the waistband of your panties against your hips before removing those too.

You being fully nude when he’s still in a button down and black trousers only reinstates the power imbalance you know exists. You’re completely vulnerable to him, and he’s just observing you. It’s hard to tell if his arousal is coming from you or the humiliating position he’s put you in.

“Unbutton my shirt.” Your glare softens to more of a pout as you listen to his instructions. You try unclasping the buttons as fast as possible to get the inevitable done and over with.

“I didn’t realize how badly you wanted this. Slow down.” You look back up to him and the expression on his face can only be described as taunting. He knows damn well why you’re in a rush, and it has nothing to do with excitement.

Nonetheless you slow your pace and maintain the eye contact with him, making your discontent as apparent as possible.

The moment his shirt is discarded he’s grabbing your hips with more intensity and pinning them down to the mattress. His grip is bordering on painful but you try not to show it, deciding to just take it in stride and lay there.

He slowly lowers himself between your thighs, making sure to keep his eyes on you. At this point your will starts to crumble and you look away, suddenly wanting to give him as little to work with as possible.

Chrollo seems unbothered by this, admittedly probably expecting it. The next thing you notice is the feeling of his warm tongue licking a long, sensual stripe up the length of your inner thigh. You subconsciously try closing your legs at the contact. But in an instant his hands are leaving your hips and moving to your legs to hold them open.

He continues to trail up your leg, occasionally leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses and bites. Every time he gets close to your pussy he switches to the other leg and starts the process over. After a few repetitions you lose count of how many times he’s done it.

Despite it being Chrollo, you start to desire more and the teasing is getting to you. Suddenly, you’re struck with a sickening realization. He wants you to beg him for it. You whine in frustration at the thought, temporarily forgetting he’s there to hear all your noises.

“Is something wrong, my dear?” His words slightly hushed by the way he spoke them into your leg.

“Stop teasing…” you mumble, hoping that’ll be enough to satisfy him. It wasn’t.

He stops altogether and props himself up on his left elbow to see you better. “I can’t understand you darling, please look at me when you’re speaking to me.”

You huff and sit up slightly. “I said stop teasing.” Your words are even quieter this time and you can tell by his grin that you’re blushing.

“What would you like me to do instead?”

You bite your lower lip to avoid screaming at him. He seems to have mistaken it as a sign of arousal though because he grin only grows bigger.

“I-I um, I want you to eat me out…”

You can practically see how the gears turn in his head. Thankfully, this half hearted attempt at dirty talk seemed to be enough for him.

Not giving you time to react, he drops his head back down and licks along your slit before taking you clit between his lips and sucking gently.

“Ah-” you yelp in surprise and tilt your head back, not wanting him to be able to see any of your expressions. As you lay back down he only doubles down on his endeavors. Your back arches and much to your chagrin you can’t hold back your soft moans.

His tongue swirls around and over your clit until he finds a rhythm that you clearly enjoy. You go to reach for his hair but last second your fingers opt for the satin sheets instead.

You’re to blissed out to think much of anything when he reaches up and sticks two fingers in your mouth. Assuming it’s just a kink of his you decide to indulge him.

As he pulls his fingers out of your mouth his thumb trails down your lower lip. Your eyes widen and your whimpers get louder as he abruptly begins to finger you. Taken aback by the bold gesture you cuss him out.

“Fuck you.”

“We’ll get there.”

You scoff in annoyance but it’s quickly silenced when you feel his fingers begin curling inside of you. Between this and the love letter he’s writing with his tongue your orgasm begins to build.

You’re fairly certain you can feel him smirk against you as he comes to the same conclusion. Your back arches of the mattress and you string together a mantra of words.

“Chrollo- I’m, fuck I’m close.”

And just like that his fingers are gone and his mouth is pulling away. You sit up, confused. Shame washes over you at the sight of him. He’s perfectly composed, leisurely pulling his cock from his pants, while you’re forehead is covered with a sheen of sweat, cheeks red, and your mouth is slightly agape.

He looks up and seems rather proud of himself for leaving you with such a dazed expression. Now freed from his pants he grabs your calves and yanks you to him, resulting in a nervous giggle leaving your lips.

“Lay back down.” His tone is softer now and he nudges your shoulder, motioning for you to recline back.

You give him one last hesitant glance before doing as you’re told. The sound of him spitting in his hand before lightly stroking himself causes you to grimace. How alluring.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as he leans over you, staring into your eyes as he lines himself up with your entrance. This is the most life you’ve seen in the empty sea of grey. His pupils are blown wide with lust and there’s a glimmer of something else in there but you can’t quite put your finger on it. If he was anyone else you might’ve mistaken it for love.

He’s careful as he enters you. Watching your face for any signs of discomfort. The sudden look of care throws you off guard and you feel almost dizzy as your emotions muddle together.

You let out a shaky breath once he’s fully inserted himself, forcing your muscles to relax despite the slight sting from how he stretches you out. Once you adjust to his size he sets a slow, steady pace, gradually picking up speed as you settle into it.

He brings himself closer to you, resting his face in the crook of your neck which he makes sure to mark. His breath tickles as his teeth graze along your earlobe.

Being too lost in the moment to care, your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. The low groan he lets in response causes a pleasurable shiver to run through your body. Clearly appreciating your submission his hand snakes up and his fingers curl around your throat, giving it a light squeeze. When he hears no protests and only a high pitched whimper in response his grip tightens.

He sits up straighter at this and tosses one of your legs over his shoulder. The change in position causes your eyes to roll back as he ruts himself deeper into you, making sure to hit every spot that makes your leg shake around him.

For the second time you feel your orgasm approaching but this time he shows no sign of stopping. Instead, opting to coax your through it.

“Mm, I knew you’d take me so well, sweetheart~” his voice is husky and his cheeks flushed a light pink. If you weren’t so close to cumming you’d probably laugh at the sight of Chrollo looking flustered.

Instead, his words send you over the edge and your hand latches onto his forearm. The grip of his hand around your throat once again tightens as the way your nails dig into his skin. He groans as your walls squeeze around him.

He continues fucking you throughout your high and by the end of it your babbling from the overstimulation. He removes his hand from you throat and delicately places it in your hair, his pace slightly slowing as he sees you growing overwhelmed.

They way you now spasm with each thrust as tears prick at the corners of your eyes is enough to bring him to his own release. His hips stutter and he waits a moment before pulling out, relishing at your final whines, a symphony you’ve orchestrated just for him.

After you’ve both cleaned up he ticks you into bed, laying down beside you. Despite your earlier actions you still stiffen when his arm wraps around your waist. The silken sheets that helped ground you earlier now holding you prisoner.

“You know, I was only bluffing earlier. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you. A day with you could supply me with a lifetime of musings.”

It takes a moment for his words to set in, but once they do you’re sitting upright, anger bubbling in your throat, ready to be released.

“You mean that was all just a ploy to sleep with me?” Your fists clench at your sides, eager to collide with him.

“Of course it was. Now go to bed.” He replies lazily, flicking off the lights.

#chrollo x reader #chrollo imagine #yandere chrollo #chrollo #chrollo smut #yan chrollo x reader #yan chrollo

[villainbait]

hey, could u perhaps write chrollo with a kurta reader? could be yandere if u feel comfortable writing that. reader could hate him bc they know or not, its up to you. they could also be affiliated with Kurapika in any way (bf, bsf, partner in taking down the PT, -close-friend) ty!

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Kurta Reader

Rating: 16+, SFW (mostly).

CW: yandere!chrollo, yandere behavior, bondage, drugs, reader was drugged, implied torture, jealousy, kurapika mentions, reader is a kurta

I- Man, anon I am so sorry. This ask has sat, haunting my inbox for almost two years. I have had this piece written for about as long but never finished. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to write it, how to piece it together into something I was happy enough with. Then the hyperfixation faded and I generally forgot about it until recently. I do not know if you will see this, but if you ever come back and check, I hope you know I'm deeply sorry and I genuinely hope that the wait is worth the short fic I offer to you.

Where are you? Are you okay? Is what they’re saying true, were you really seen with HIM? 

You ignored the first text, then the second text questioning if you were alive, but it is the subsequent third text that grated on your nerves. Staring at the last and perhaps most damning text, you turn your phone on silent before pocketing it. While it was comforting to know that you weren’t the only surviving member of the Kurta clan, it sometimes could be smothering with how needy Kurapika could be towards you. 

But he can’t know. 

He can’t ever know you’re in love with Chrollo Lucilfer, the man responsible for the death of your clan. 

Just like Chrollo can never know you have survived. He must never know. 

The soft stroking of fingertips along your jaw jolts you awake and you instinctively find yourself pulling at your bonds. You were surprised to find yourself in this situation, but more surprised as you cast an uncertain gaze at the man who was stretched out next to you like a lazy panther; totally at ease despite your own discomfort. 

“Good morning.” His voice drips saccharine richness and you know you’re in trouble. “I don’t want to play, Chrollo.” You tug uselessly at your bonds. “Let me go.” Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much earlier at the restaurant, thinking back to how embarrassed he looked when you had slid your foot between his thighs. His words bring you back to the present and you blink owlishly up at the raven haired man you called your lover. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His tone is veiled with barely concealed condescension and it makes you wince in shame as you watch Chrollo forced to play the villain. You had immediate regrets about your earlier antics when you had teased him mercilessly before and during dinner, but it was too late now. Your frame trembled with trepidation, fear sluicing through the haze of whatever drug he had fed you during your dinner date earlier. 

Not that you knew you had been drugged, thinking you had had too much wine with dinner.

He slides on top of you, straddling you with ease and you grow increasingly panicked as he traces your face with surprising gentleness. There’s something incredibly off about him and you realize for once, Chrollo Lucilfer is genuinely angry. 

“Not that it matters what you want,” he stated matter-of-factly when you decided not to answer and his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before sliding an index finger across your neck; the fur on his coat sleeve tickling your skin. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” His lifeless silver eyes shift downward and you squirm uncomfortably. The rope with which he had bound your wrists was starting to chafe. Pushing the pain from your mind, you briefly consider the option of fighting him but quickly abandon the idea as you realize the futility of it; knowing he would catch you faster than you could ever hope to escape. Instead, you attempt to reason with him. 

“What do you-” 

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” He interrupts you and the first hint of anger seeps through his normally aloof demeanor. It felt like cold water had been dashed over your entire body and you froze. Clearly perplexed by his leading question, you rack your mind quickly and try to figure out what gave it away. It couldn’t have been your traditional kurta garb, so similar to Kurapika’s since no one aside from the two of you knew your people’s clothing by sight. It was how the two of you had found each other in the first place, a happenstance passing that turned into a macabre reunion of sorts. It was also, consequently, how you ended up interested in the Phantom Troupe’s boss. For all of Kurapika’s righteous vitriol about the Phantom Troupe, you had a difficult time believing Chrollo Lucilfer and his merry band of spiders could and had committed such atrocities. 

Perhaps you would never know the depths of their malice, or the depths of their reasoning. All you knew is that Chrollo had captivated you from the start yet here you laid, being accused of fraternizing with another man when the only one on your mind was him. So, you hold your breath and say nothing, offering what you hoped was a blank stare to the only man you’ve ever had romantic feelings for. 

You only prayed you were right in your assumption and that he hadn’t found the truth of your secret. 

“You spend far too much time with another man when you belong to me. Do you understand, y/n? You’re mine and I don’t like when other people try and take what belongs to me.” So you were right and he didn’t know you were a Kurta, which perhaps made this situation worse. It’s on the tip of your tongue to utter the classic ‘It’s not what you think’ line, before thinking better of it. Even if it was in fact not what Chrollo thought at all, he wouldn’t believe you. You should’ve known better than to give into Kurapika’s desire to have a kinsman nearby, for him to feel like he wasn’t utterly alone in this world. Yet you couldn’t help it anymore than you could help your feelings for Chrollo, which is what had gotten you into this mess. 

Still, you can’t help but sigh at the absurdity of the situation. That makes Chrollo’s eyes narrow in suspicion and annoyance, but you took a little satisfaction in the fact you made his facade crack. Your arms grow slack in their bonds and you sag in relief but you cannot stop the patronizing smile that graces your face with your next words. 

“That’s my cousin and you could’ve just asked me. This,” you shook your arms for emphasis, feeling like a frantic little caterpillar underneath Chrollo. “Was entirely unnecessary.” Chrollo laughs incredulously, but his words are tinged with disbelief. “Oh, is that all he is to you? How silly of me,” he pauses here for dramatic effect, and you realize he’s not smiling at all. “Not to merely ask you if you were having an affair.” Your head tips to the side as you contemplate why his melodramatic act seemed to have rocketed up the crazy scale. This side of Chrollo was senseless, and for the first time you wonder if he’s truly acting. 

Or, you thought with growing trepidation, were you finally seeing a peek behind the curtain? 

“My dear,” Chrollo croons and he leans in close, too close to your face. You show Chrollo your cheek but he shucks your chin roughly and squeezes your jaw hard enough to elicit a small pained noise from you, annoyed that you would look away from him. Forcing you to look back up at him, he leans close enough for your lips to brush against one another.  

“I will get the truth from you, one way or another. We have all night, you see, and where we are now no one can hear you scream.” His voice dropped an octave, sounding almost excited for what was to come. Your heart drops into your stomach like a stone and you try to fight your bonds in earnest now but it’s useless as Chrollo presses a hard kiss to your lips before releasing your smarting chin. A smile blossoms upon his lips but it’s cold, as cold as the rumored Phantom Troupe leader himself. 

“Shall we begin?” 

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Chrollo👀

OHHHH!! my man my man 😭😫 alright, I’mma be honest. Since I wrote that comm..nerd Chrollo for condos in my head now!

cw: nsfw, dirty talk

so Chrollo is like the ideal lover. This man is so attentive and meticulous about everything. Including exploring your body. He has such an inquisitive mind that he can’t help it! I feel like he’s constantly studying ways to make you tick and turn you on. He’ll study and everything he thinks will give you pleasure. Damn his own..he wants to research and fill his head full of ideas just so he can execute them later on. Using ice, different toys and tools. He constantly likes to experiment with different techniques, positions, etc. (all with your consent ofc) and he’s sooooo good about aftercare because he makes certain to read up on all the things he needs to make sure you’re okay after a rough session.

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #hc game #headcanon game #chrollo x black reader #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo smut #chrollo imagine #chrollo headcanons

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#chrollo kin #tw religion #cw religion #really want to make a mean oc #thanks