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bwabys-scenarios · 10 days

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Hello dear! How are you? Could you please do Perv! Chrollo if it's not too much trouble? I haven't seen much Perv Chrollo content out there, and I'd love to see that in your writing! You can ignore it if you want, have a nice day ♡ (Sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my first language ☠️)

His pretty girl

Perv!Chrollo x Fem!Reader

warnings: perv behavior, panting stealing, reader is mentioned to be chubby, excessive gift giving, somno, dubcon, reader is innocent and naive, breeding kink, pregnancy, bit of Yandere chrollo if you squint, Chrollo calls you princess/angel/goddess, minor manga spoilers about Shalnark

A/N: not the biggest chrollo fan but him being head over heels in love and just a big softy with his lover does do something for me.

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Unlike most pervs, Chrollo is much sneakier with his perversion. You won’t catch him sniffing your panties or jacking off to pictures of your cute face… but you will find pairs of your panties covered in his cum in your dresser, and lots of pictures of you saved on his phone if you go looking.

Chrollo absolutely adores you, he enjoys seeing you blush and stutter when you find a particularly nasty love letter stuffed into your mailbox, or those pair of missing lacy panties folded neatly on your bed, with strange stains on them.

He first fell for you when Shalnark introduced him to you. You met Shal through the Hunter exam years ago, though you didn’t pass. Regardless, the two of you stayed good friends, with Shal making sure you stayed safe while under his care.

But Shalnark was quick to back off the second Chrollo showed interest in you. You were just too cute, with your chubby frame and pretty face. Chrollo had never really put much thought into his sexual preferences, but seeing your plump ass and fat tits was enough to awaken something… sinful in him.

After that first meeting, you started receiving little gifts from him. At first, they were just pretty trinkets that Chrollo found on his missions, but as his obsession and adoration for you grew, those little trinkets because expensive dresses and luxurious jewelry.

At first you thought it was just him being generous with you, considering your living situation wasn’t the best. You were very appreciative, your cheeks heating up and your voice small when he smiled sweetly after you thanked him.

But over time, strange things started happening that you just couldn’t explain!

Your windows would be open in the morning when you were sure you closed them last night… and what was that sticky stuff on your face?

Chrollo had gotten into the habit of breaking in to watch you sleep. In the beginning, it was because he felt such intense love and care for you that he just couldn’t bear the thought of you getting harmed in your most vulnerable state!

He’d sit at the edge of your bed, reading a book while gently stroking your cheek. It was cute, you seemed so content and happy in your sleep when he was with you. It made his heart soar thinking that maybe, just maybe he had something to do with it.

But soon those soft and innocent intentions shifted when he noticed how… revealing your pajamas were sometimes. Those flimsy little shorts and the fact he could see your nipples through your thin white tanktop had his cock straining against his pants.

You always looked so soft and peaceful, something he wanted to protect and cherish. You were the only person linking him to the normal world, where your biggest problems were paying rent on time and figuring out what to eat for dinner, while his were trying to keep his friends from dying and which heist he should plan next.

You lived in a completely different world than him, and that was some of the appeal. Chrollo had never lived a normal life, but with you, he could have some shred of normalcy. He could marry you, make you his sweet little wife and live out the rest of his days keeping you happy and safe.

But… deep down Chrollo knew this was next to impossible. He was a wanted criminal, with more enemies than he could care to remember.

He still liked to imagine it, though. You, sitting in a rocking chair your swollen belly, carrying his child. He’d come home from a heist, carry you upstairs and ravish you, making sure to be extra careful with your delicate body.

Chrollo stroked his cock to this thought, his tip gently pressed against your lips as you slept. He’d done this exact things countless times… he hadn’t been expecting you to wake up right as he buckled his pants after cumming on your lips.

“… Chrollo?”

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, then wiped at your mouth, grimacing. Did you drool in your sleep? It was too dark to make out what was on your hand… but there was just enough light to see your friend Chrollo standing there, peering down at you with a slightly surprised expression.

He quickly took on his usual calm, charming facade. “Hello, (Name). Shal asked me to come watch over you. Apparently there’s been a few break ins in town that got both him and I worried for you.”

It was all lies, but something he loved about (Name) was her naïveté. You smiled sweetly, your cheeks heating up. “Really? You came to make sure I was okay?”

Chrollo nodded, setting his book on your nightstand before sitting at the edge of your bed. “Of course… I don’t think you understand just how much you mean to me, (Name).”

You didn’t have time to react, he was already leaning closer to you. His eyes were captivating in the moonlight, reflecting the light and shining like jewels.

“You’re divine, (Name), like an angel sent from Heaven just for me.”

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lip. “I want you, more than anything.”

Hearing this from a handsome man like Chrollo felt unreal. He wanted you of all people? It was hard to believe.

As if sensing your hesitancy, Chrollo tilted up your chin. “Do you want me to show you?”

Before you could answer, his lips met yours. He had been holding back for so long, he needed this, he needed you. You were always so sweet to him, making sure he was eating well and even coming to visit him when you could. How could he ever ask for anything more than you?

It wasn’t long before his tongue entered your mouth and his hands slipped under your shirt to grab at your perky, plump tits. You whines softly into his mouth as his thumbs ran over your sensitive nipples.

“Like that, princess?”

He gave them a soft pinch, biting down on your lip as he moved one hand to your shorts. He didn’t both with taking them off, he ripped them and pinned you down, one hand pinning your wrists and the other unbuckling his pants.

“My darling…”

His eyes settled on your pretty cunt, wet and glistening in the moonlight. Chrollo had a few one nights stands in the past, but he never felt like this before. Your pussy, all wet and ready for him was enough to have him groaning into your neck as his cock sunk into your warm heat.

He grabbed onto your hips, his fingers sinking into the soft fat. You were so cute, tears pooling down your cheeks as you blubbered incoherently, too fucked out to speak. He leaned forward and kissed those soft lips of yours, so soft and gentle with his little angel.

“Shh, just take me okay? Fuck, you’re divine, my angel, my goddess…”

With one leg over his shoulder as he pressed your bodies together, Chrollo fucked into you. He tried his best to restrain himself, but god you looked way too pretty when you came around his cock for the third time.

You clung to him for comfort and some sort of stability as he mercilessly pounded your sensitive cunt. “Pretty, god you’re just gorgeous, my sweet girl…”

By the end of the night, you were too exhausted to even speak, your pussy full of his seed. He held you now, cooing softly as he peppered kisses along your cheeks and jaw. “Did so well, such a good girl…”

From then on Chrollo’s obsession with you would only deepen. He’d marked you up, leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. You were his, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.

It wasn’t long before he had moved you away, somewhere you could be together and also under the radar. After Shalnark’s death, he became a bit paranoid that Hisoka would come after you next.

So now there you were, belly swollen with his child as he held you in his lap, his palm resting on your baby bump.

Chrollo had you, and although it wasn’t quite the life he had expected, he was still happy with it. You were here with him, carrying his baby and unable to get a way, even if you wanted to.

And that was enough for him.

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ghxstic · 2 years

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⸝⸝ — SLEEPY? DON'T WORRY, I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

⸝⸝ A/N :: requested by a lovely mutual of mine that i love sm ! !

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS :: you should've listen to chrollo, you should've given him what he wanted, maybe if you complied before he wouldn't have go take this course of action.

⸝⸝ TW :: non-con, somnophilia, drugging, breeding, non-consensual touching, mean! chrollo, etc etc.

⸝⸝ TAGLIST :: @devmimi @luvbladez @fatenpara @zannivrs

the criminal stood by the side of your bed, his hands hidden in the pockets of his large leather jacket. the room was dark, the only light that came through was the light that peeked through under the door. you were dead asleep, it was a pretty sight, a normal person would assume that you had been terribly tired, maybe a hard day at work that left you drained. but chrollo knew the truth.

you weren't sleeping by your own will, he was the one that laced your drink after all, giving you a heavy dose of a sleeping powder, now he had you all to himself just as he intended.

chrollo watched you, a small smile on his lips, oh what a beautiful treasure.

he slipped onto the bed with you, the mattress making a slight creak as his weight was added, he made sure to remove his jacket, too, letting it fall on the ground. now, he rested shirtless beside you, his gaze still focused on you, admiring you and your beauty. one large palm moved to your face, his fingers gently moving some hair away from your face. he hummed, your face looked so soft, so peaceful, oh if you knew what he had planned.

"it's upsetting how difficult you are, i wouldn't be needing to do this." chrollo noted, he pushed the blanket off your unconscious body, his eyes taking in your position, you were on your side, he gently pushed you on your back.

chrollo was a bad guy. he was a criminal, a thief, a murderer, a horrible human being. he has done countless horrid acts without an ounce of guilt or despair, yet when it comes to you, it's different. you've made him feel new, different, his chest ached for you, yet you refused his advances without regret or care, how cruel could you be? but chrollo isn't the one to back down, he doesn't take no for an answer, if he wants something, he will take it.

you were no exception.

his muscular body towered over yours, both of his hands resting beside you, holding himself up with no issue. he wished he didn't have to do it like this, truly, he wished for you to be awake, to be the one moaning his name, not to be unconscious.

he straddled your hips, his hands pushing your shirt up, slowly exposing your skin, your breasts were exposed now, the coolness of the room making your nipples perk, chrollo's hands enveloped your chest, fondling them, his fingers gently rubbing your nipples. how perverted, but you wouldn't expect any less from a twisted man like him.

his hands then slipped past your abdomen to your pants, his fingers hooked on the waistline before they got tugged off.

He discarded your pants as well as your underwear with ease, now fully bare, you just laid there, breathing softly, unaware of chrollo's mistreatments.

chrollo took a hold of your legs, gently spreading them apart so he could rest in between them, his gaze fell on your cunt. the sight making electricity shoot down to his groin.

his fingers slipped between your folds, fingertips spreading them apart, he hummed in admiration before leaning down, his face now being closer to your cunt, chrollo pressed the flat of his tongue by your hole, then he licked up your cunt slowly, savoring your taste. once his tongue reached your clit he made sure to spit on your cunt after giving your clit a few sucks and licks.

your body had tensed slightly at the feeling, but other than that you remained unconscious.

chrollo straightened his back, his hands working to unbutton his pants, a growing bulge was obviously present. chrollo slipped his pants down, kicking them off with ease. in his calloused hand, he gripped his thick shaft, gently jerking his cock off. letting it fully harden in his hand. he squeezed his shaft, letting his thumb press on the tip, pre-cum coating the head. in a swift movement, he spat on his cock, coating his shaft with his saliva, once his skin was slick with saliva to fill in as makeshift lube, chrollo didn't take too long to press the tip of his cock on your hole.

he aligned himself nicely, his gaze moved to your face, still perfectly unconscious with that soft look on your pretty face. it was nice being on top of you and not having you sobbing for once. though, you did look pretty when you cried.

chrollo pushed his hips in, his cock stretched out your walls, a shudder left his lips as your walls wrapped around him, so tight, so suffocating. he pressed his body against yours, bathing in your warmth, his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck, kissing your skin, he didn't care about marking you. his mouth sucked on your soft skin, making sure to leave deep purple bruises on your skin.

his hands held your hips, slowly caressing your body up and down.

chrollo moved his hips back before pushing back down, a repeated motion, over and over.

at first he tried to keep his speed normal, not too slow, but not too fast either. a little voice in the back of his head telling that if he went too rough on your fragile body you'd wake up and throw a fit. something he didn't want to deal with.

but, that little voice in the back of his head was quick to disappear, the clench of your walls made his need grow, your pretty pussy milking his cock, your own slick coating his cock nicely. as his thrusts got harder, small whimpers and sighs left your lips, they were soft, but hearing them made chrollo groan. he pulled back from your neck, pleased with the multiple noises that slipped past your lips.

look at you, enjoying how his cock abused your cunt, seems like all those times you cried and sobbed, trying to push him off were all just a lie. how cute.

he didn't know his little treasure was just a whore in disguise.

you weren't the only one making noise, occasional groans slipped past chrollo's lips. your cunt was too good, it was like a drug, conscious or not.

the clutches and flutters of your walls made his cock twitch, his balls aching to cum, the primal urge to breed you, not in a familiar sense, but in a possession sense, he wanted to mark you in every single sense. the greed to have you all to himself being prominent here.

his eyes shut, his hands gripping the bedsheets to stay up, his hips starting to move sloppily, needy to cum, his balls feeling heavy. he doesn't remember the last time he got his way with you like this, maybe if you would've been more lenient and grateful he wouldn't have spiked your drink. he has been holding himself back from fucking you like this so you would warm up to him, but seeing how did you didn't change, neither did he.

but what he didn't expect was your body to tense and your walls to clamp around him as your slick coated his cock. a small mewl left your lips, your hips gently rolling up against him. did you just cum? holy shit. yes you did.

the way your walls fluttered around him as your body relaxed from your climax made him go mad.

chrollo's hips kept slamming down against yours, over and over, sloppy and messy. his balls slapping against your skin, his climax was so close it was painful, but after a few more needy thrusts he came, hard.

a husky groan left his lips, as well as a string of small curses, his cock emptying inside you, leaving you a stuffed and nicely bred.

after his thick cum coated your walls, he slid out, savoring the last of your walls before he was fully out. his cock softening nicely.

chrollo didn't care to clean you up, he wanted for you to wake up all sticky, he didn't care about the distress it could cause, besides, you came on his cock so nicely, he wanted to keep you messy as memorabilia.

standing up, the criminal just walked to the restroom, going to clean himself up, while leaving you there bare and cold.

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novasdarling · 1 year

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Piece of Art

Yandere! Chrollo x reader

Tw: Murder, Blood, Kidnapping, Drugging, Restraining(physical), Female Reader

It was already getting late, and the sky was dimming as you entered the museum. Many others joining you, some leaving. It was busy but not as filled as it will be when it opens to the public in a few days. Somehow through work, you'd managed to get VIP tickets to the exhibit. A perk you quite enjoyed with your employer.

Tonight was a small treat for yourself. A new exhibit had opened, and it had been heavily publicized, banners and posters plastered all throughout town. It was displaying paintings and sculptures from hundreds of years ago. Art that hadn't been in the public eye for at least over a century. Many weren't even verified that they existed. All the details that were given were that the gallery was made possible thanks to a private donation.

Making your way to the exhibit, all you could think was how the hell could anyone own all this art. How it was possible to acquire such rare pieces. The money and power they must have had, or still have. To just give away such a collection. Regardless, how did they manage to keep so many pieces hidden, pieces that weren't even confirmed? You were sure they wouldn't reveal it. It was easier for the museum to simply say thank you and make a profit. Something you were in no place to disagree with as you made your way through the doors.

Unsure of where to start, wandering around the exhibit was your best option. A clockwise motion, then working your way to the pieces in the center would guarantee you the ability to see every piece. This wasn't a cheap night, you'd make the most of it. Trying to take time admiring each piece the best you can. Reading every little bit of information they provided. It was interesting to read about the subject's life, about the painter's vision. Or seeing these statues that have been around longer than your country by centuries. It made you feel so small. To see all these pieces that have such a history. To see all those faces that once lived, once smiled. Emorlized in paint and stone. There was one piece that caught your attention. It was one of two women looking at the audience. One covers her face, appearing to be laughing, while the other looks at you with an adorning expression. You could see it now, some man had made an ill attempt at a flirt with the woman more forward. The two find it amusing, trying to stifle a laugh only for the woman behind to fail. A moment you could relate to even though you lived centuries apart. It was fun to try to put stories to things and try to relate to them. Image them having similar problems and stories as you. It made them feel more human, rather than just paint.

"You've been staring at this one for a while." A man's voice was speaking to you. Louder than the others around you. Sounding like it was coming from behind you.

"Oh, sorry, am I in your way?" You began moving off to the side. Letting him see.

Looking back to see who had spoken. The man was tall and looked lean. He was handsome, you couldn't deny that. His hair was a bit wild, almost looked like he cut it at home. It worked on him though. Though his choice of headband was a bit odd, then again this was an art exhibit. They did tend to pull in an interesting crowd.

"No of course not. I was just admiring how you looked at the art."

An embarrassing blush had grown on your cheeks. You didn't realize just how long you had been staring at this one painting. Not catching that another may be noticing it. You didn't know what to do so you stepped to the side and allowed space for the man to come closer to the painting. Smiling as he stepped forwards. He gave you a smile as he looked between you and the art.

"I didn't mean to interrupt." You claimed he was not. Falling over your words as he stared at you. "Good then."

Giving a smile before looking back at the painting. Not expecting the man to continue the conversation. Assuming he had just been polite and wanted you to move.

"I'm Chrollo by the way."

Introducing yourself after a few seconds of pause. Looking him over, you admired his choice of accessories. Blue earrings dangled from his ears and his odd headband wrapped around his forehead. A fashion statement for sure. Along with his feathered coat. These galleries always did tend to invite some intriguing people.

"Why this photo?"

"Sorry?"

"Why has this photo captured you for so long?"

That was a good question. Once you hadn't been prepared to answer to anyone other than yourself. After a few moments, you explained why you had stayed on this one for so long, and how you liked to link these people in the art to yourself. Imagine that even though centuries separate you from them. That you guys could still connect in some ways. Share some similarities. Chrollo grinned as you explained your reasoning. Watching as your face flushed, you seemed embarrassed by your thoughts.

"I never thought to look at them that way." Chrollo smiled, trying to ease you. "Perhaps I should have you as my guide. You could show me a whole new perspective."

It was odd to have someone being so sweet and charming to you. Especially someone you had just met. You couldn't lie, it felt nice to have someone to share your thoughts with. To have somebody who appreciated how you viewed things. To share your beliefs and views. Even if for a few moments, he could think you were interesting.

Chrollo took you around the gallery, asking you again and again to share your thoughts. It felt nice to have someone like him be curious about what you thought. You could have talked all night, and shared every thought. How each piece of art made you feel. Chrollo shared his thoughts too, but he seemed more eager on listening to yours.

The two of you had viewed almost every piece of art. From the paintings to the sculptures. There were still a few left to see. Some of the bigger pieces still had crowds surrounding them.

"It's crazy how these pieces got donated." Turning to him as you spoke. "Imagine being able to collect all of these and just, donate them."

Chrollo nodded, looking at you like you any word that fell from your lips was pure gold. He brought you to another painting. Stating it was a piece he was excited to see and had heard about it for years. There were a few people crowding around the painting, so you two waited.

"It's refreshing that others actually enjoy and value these pieces. You'd be surprised by what I've heard tonight. People talking about how bored they art. How the art is subpar. I even heard some guy begging his girlfriend to go home."

You couldn't help but laugh. Agreeing, it was shameful how some didn't appreciate what was here like you two. Especially since some of these pieces are the first time the public has ever viewed them.

The people had moved, allowing you two to move up. Getting a better view of the painting Chrollo wanted to show you. Both of you stared at it, marvelling at the art before you. It was beautiful. You could see why he liked it so much. The colours, the way everyone in it was painted. It must have taken months to do. Leaning forward, you read the information piece under it to learn who was in it and who had painted it. It had been donated by the same private collector. One of the few pieces to have been believed to be lost to history, if it even existed. A fire at the buyer's home a few years after it was commissioned was thought to have taken it. Yet, here it stood. The subjects standing next to a table. The wife and husband sitting, while the children were spread around. The fabrics looked so real. The way the satin looked stunning, the shadows that created the folds. It was absurd to think how anyone could paint like that. As you read more about it, you realized this piece was the centrepiece. One of the few they didn't announce would be here, that it even existed. A surprise for the instalment.

"Chrollo, isn't this the first time this piece has been seen, like to the public?" Chrollo nodded as you straightened up again. "It says," You pointed to the information piece in front of you. "that there were no accurate records it even existed beside a receipt from the painter to the family. How did you know it was going to be here."

You watched his face, curious to hear his explanation. Perhaps he had studied art and new things you didn't. Or had an inside source, but Chrollo didn't say anything. He just looked ahead at the painting for a bit. It looked like he was thinking of an answer. You didn't think much of it, maybe you were correct. Maybe he had some inside source that told him about the new installments. If you had a source like that, you would be using them every time there was a new gallery opening or exhibit.

"Hmmm"

That was all he offered you before pulling out his phone and messaging someone. Still not looking at you. Staring straight ahead when he put his phone away. Not letting you know what he was thinking, not answering you either. Before you could say something, try to get him to answer you. Chrollo had pulled you closer to him. A hand wrapped around your waist. A sudden move that had startled you. Odd since you two hadn't touched each other the whole night. You couldn't even push away from him as the lights were abruptly cut off. The lights from the ceiling, the wall lights, the ones hanging directly over the pieces. All were off. The room was pushed into darkness. You couldn't see your hand in front of you or Chrollo beside you. Yet, you could feel him, his arm tightly holding onto you. As people screamed and yelled around you. Trying to figure out what was going on. Pushing past you, falling over. It was most likely a power outage.

"What the hell is going on."

"Shh, you'll see." Chrollo had leaned in. Whispering in your ear. He was closer than you remembered.

You could feel people move around you, bumping into each other including you. People still yelling and just as confused as you were. You were waiting for an announcement to be made, a worker to yell something. How there was a power outage somehow, or perhaps someone had accidentally flipped a switch. Yet, it didn't come, minutes passed. Feeling dragged out. You were trying to look around, let your eyes adjust, but Chrollo didn't let up with his hold on you. Keeping you by his side. You were about to say something. Tell him to let go when you unexpectedly heard a door open and close behind you. Turning your head as far back as you could, you saw a bit of light disappear as the door shut. Someone had entered, or left? You weren't sure, but you hoped it was a worker entering to help. Waiting for someone to yell, or for any kind of new sounds. Only to hear something you didn't expect. Not a voice asking if everyone was okay. No, instead there were yells. Different than before, they sounded scared and hurt. Then another sound, it sounded like something dropping to the floor. Originally you guessed it was the art. Someone had managed to fuck up and bump into something, but this was too heavy. Too condensed to be a wooden frame falling and the statues would probably just shatter. No, it was more like a body hitting the floor. Someone must have tripped, or run into someone. However, the noise repeated itself. Again and again, yells and falls.

It happened too swiftly, and you didn't have any time to properly react. The screams and bodies hitting the floor had made their way across the room. Until there was silence again, but it felt different. Not like everyone was quiet. Rather, it felt like no one else was there. That you and Chrollo were alone. His weight was a comforting thing now. Something you were leaning into. He was an anchor in this confusing chaos.

"My apologies, but I have to go. I'll see you again my dear."

Chrollo's weight was lifted from your body. His grip was gone. When you went to grab onto him and call out his name. You were met with empty air. You couldn't reach his body anymore. Taking step after step, calling out to him. No answer came. No acknowledgement came. It was like he wasn't there anymore. Like he was gone. It wasn't until you tripped that you stopped calling out his name. You had managed to fall over something on the ground. Your eyes hadn't adjusted yet, still too dark to see what was around you. Falling onto the ground. Trying to catch yourself, placing your hands in front of you to brace yourself. Landing hard on the ground. As your hands made contact with the ground, they failed to keep you upright. Instead, they slipped on something wet on the floor. Pushing them forward, allowing your head to hit the ground. Not as hard as if your hands hadn't broken the fall somewhat. Though still making you see stars.

You were on the floor, face in the liquid. Unable to fully move yet. Too dark to see what had happened, and too much in pain to try to get up. Laying in the liquid, you tried to focus on attempting to see and not on the pain. Trying to see what was next to you. It felt like there was something close to your face like there was a presence there. Abruptly the lights were back on. Blinding you, forcing you to shut your eyes. It burned, to go from darkness to blinding light.

"Hey! Hey! Is everyone okay?" You could hear the doors open, someone had come in yelling, but there was no answer.

No one was answering the man back. Only the same silence from moments before.

"Oh, God."

There was panic and disgust in his voice now. The man was now calling to others, telling them to call the police. You couldn't understand why and a part of you didn't want to know. You didn't want to know why it was so silent, why no one answered him. But you needed to. Needed to let the person know you were there.

"I-I'm here."

You opened your eyes while trying to push up. The first thing you saw was red. Red liquid on the floor, on your hands. It was what your hands had slipped on when you fell. You weren't an idiot, wishing you were for a moment. You knew what it was. Blood, it was blood. There was no mistaking it. Looking around to see where it had come from. Unable to stop the sudden scream that left your mouth. The blood was not coming from you, but rather from all around you. People's heads were bashed in, and necks snapped. Some injuries you weren't sure how they occurred. But they all seemed to lead to blood. It was spread across the floor. On the walls.

You weren't sure what had happened after you saw the blood. You must have gotten people's attention because one minute you were on the floor, next you were in a hospital with officers asking you questions. Your doctors and nurses yelling at them, trying to get them to stop asking questions and let them help you. You were clearly in shock. Unable to form a worthy sentence.

Days went by, and you were treated in the hospital. Seen by several psychologists. Hoping to get you to talk and explain what happened at the exhibit. How everyone there had died, how you were the lone survivor and where did all the art go. Every time they spoke, you just looked at them confused. Confused and scared. On the second day, you had managed to overhear the officers trying to figure out where the art went. The cameras were blacked out for the whole evening. It was clear this event was extremely planned. Though that meant nothing to you, you were just trying to process being surrounded by dead people and covered in their blood.

It must have been close to a week by the time you were able to properly speak. To try to explain to the officers that had been camping outside your door. You were just as confused as they were. Unsure of what had happened. All you could remember was the man you had talked to the whole evening. That was their only lead, a man named Chrollo and you. The survivor. The officers kept pushing, wanting more when you had none to give. You tried to recall the night from getting ready to the moments before the lights were cut off. At first, they seemed suspicious, questioning why you were left alive when over 100 other guests were bludgeoned to death. Though no actual evidence could tie you as a culprit. That didn't matter, you and the mysterious Chrollo were their only lead. Though once the hospital cleared you after being there for over two weeks, there was nothing they could do. They escorted you home. Giving you their number before leaving. Reminding you to call if any small memory comes back and not to leave town.

It was strange to be home. Strange from being covered in blood, to the sterile white hospital, to a familiar and calm environment. Coming back to an empty house, having it so quiet after all those nights in the hospital. Hearing the nurses and doctors. The intercom, the family visits. Then there were the cops. There was always noise, but now there was nothing. Just your dark house and the silence filling it. It bothered you, the silence just reminded you of that night. The silence of death.

Walking into the house, you shut and locked the door behind you. Putting down all the paper they had given you when you got discharged on the dining table. You paused at the light switch, fingers brushing the switch. Although it was dark inside, there was a part of you that couldn't bring yourself to flip the switch. The memory of what occurred the last time the lights were thrown on made you freeze. No, it was better for the lights to remain off. You would just use your muscle memory to navigate in the dark. There was no point in turning the lights on. You were exhausted, wanting nothing more than your own bed. Wanting the comfort of familiarity, of safety.

It was like that for a few days. You rarely turned on the lights, too afraid to see those people again. Terrified the flash of lights would bring those poor bodies back. Bloody and dead, laying at your feet again. It was irrational, you knew that. Yet, the lights stayed off.

Work had given you as much time as you needed. They couldn't risk bringing back a traumatized worker and having them do something liable. It gave you time to try to process what had happened, to try to get those people out of your head. Tuning the noise of the few yells, the smell of the blood. Trying to get everything out of your head. Trying to ignore how your mind strayed back to that night, going over every little detail. It could have been you, you could have been on the floor with the rest. But why weren't you? Why were you spared? What bothered you most was Chrollo. His body wasn't found, which meant he survived. He did wish you goodbye before the lights were cut. The police thought he was involved, that he was part of the murders and heist, but there was no trace of his existence. You had spent that evening with a goddamn killer. A maniac that had managed to sweet-talk you for hours. The thought made you nauseous.

Even as the days went by, the police weren't able to find the culprits. The lead of Chrollo had fallen short. No man under that name had bought any tickets, had gotten parking, they even checked restaurants in the area to see if anyone had reservations under that name in the last few weeks before the gallery had opened. There was no trace of the man you met that night. The idea of him being out there bothered you. He let you live, after all, he told you who he was, whether it was a fake name or not. He still introduced himself to you. Still struck up a conversation with you. Stayed with you all night, and most oddly, let you live. Killed everyone, but you. Someone who had either directly killed all those others or had some hand in it had so easily left you. Paranoia began to creep in as the days passed, as you dwelled on the thought of it more and more. Certain he was going to come back. Chrollo was going to finish his job, and tie up any loose ends. Or the cops were going to finally just put everything on you. Pin the murders on you since the evidence was getting them nowhere. It would be easier for them, to wrap up their case. You were sure the public would buy it. Instead of getting better, you were getting worse. Becoming more overwhelmed as time went on. Barely moving from your bedroom, keeping the curtains shut out of fear. Friends and neighbours tried to call and visit, but you ignored them. Too frightened to even open the door, to look out your window in case it was him. Night was the worst.

It was always dark in your home, as you still declined to turn certain lights on. Terrified you'd see the bodies when you flipped the switch. Though there were still moments when you feared the dark. Worrying about what you couldn't see, what may lurk in it. It had taken you a few days from your first arrival home to manage to even turn on some lights, mostly lamps or small rooms like the bathroom. Lights that would only give enough light to illuminate no more than a couple feet in front of them. Yet, your mind refused to allow larger rooms to be fully lit. The darkness was the better.

Muscle memory had saved you, keeping you on your two feet instead of face-first into the floor. Even at nights just like this one when you didn't have the sun peeking in from the cracks of the curtains. You could still navigate the house. Letting the lights you kept on all the time in certain rooms bleed into the others you ventured into.

You were cleaning up the dinner you had eaten. Some dry ramen packs you had found in the back of your cupboard. The last of what was keeping you fed. Using the lamps from your hallway to see around you as you put the garbage away before going back to the sink. The lights were nice, dull enough they hadn't disturbed you when you turned them on a day ago. You were making progress, right? One little light on was a show of getting better. It had to be. Though as you placed the bowl in the sink. Taking a look at the clock on the stove, realizing it was already well past midnight. The ramen had been the only thing you'd eaten all day. You couldn't help but laugh, swearing to yourself under your breath. It was a lie. You weren't getting better. A stupid little light in a room away meant nothing. Rubbing your face as you thought about what this meant. What being stuck in this horrid condition meant, in this paralyzing fear over fucking lights meant. If you didn't get better who knows when you can go back to work. Sure they had been accommodating, but how long would that last? A few more weeks at most. You needed to get back into the swing of things. Get back to a semi-normal schedule and behaviour. The pressure and weight of everything felt like it got heavier. Bearing a bigger load on your shoulders was becoming too much. It was all too much.

"Fuck." You were pissed, throwing your fork against the wall. "I'm not getting better. I-I'm not." Tears were forming. It wasn't fair.

"No, you are not."

Someone had just answered you back, somebody had spoken back to you within this empty house. You froze, taking a moment to process what just happened. Though when you heard a quick "hmmm" prompt from the speaker. You knew who it was. It was the same voice that haunted your thoughts all this time since the gallery. It was him, the man who had been so sweet to you that night. That had flattered and entertained you. The man who had then killed and left you. It was Chrollo, there was no mistaking it. Your lips began to shiver, too petrified to turn around and be right. Or worse be wrong and have another unfamiliar threat.

Your mind began to race, thinking of why the hell he was here after all this time. He was here to finish the job, wasn't he? He was going to kill you. Tie up the loose ends. Perhaps you had said too much. You couldn't turn around. Couldn't face the man that had killed so many with ease. You couldn't face your soon-to-be killer. Shutting your eyes tight, waiting as the seconds ticked by.

"Not even a 'hello?' or a 'how have you been?' Manners my dear."

He expected a greeting. That sick maniac wanted you to greet him as if you were long-time friends who hadn't seen each other for a few days. It was a sick joke, wanting to act friendly after everything. After he left you surrounded by bloody bodies, left you as the lone survivor to be endlessly questioned by the police. Left you to live in fear. You were pissed before. Angry at yourself for failing to adapt and get better. Yet, as you stood there, taking in what was happening. You realized that no, you weren't angry at yourself. You were furious at him. Pissed he left you like this and caused so much harm to the one he left alive. He didn't spare you, no he just damaged your life in a different way.

"Why are you here?" It was soft and meek, but it came out in one swift breath.

"Why not? Am I not welcomed."

Welcomed? Welcomed? Did he assume you'd welcome him with open arms, and accept your death with gratitude and glee? His words tipped you over the edge. Spinning around, now facing him. You looked him over. He looked mostly the same as that night. With only a few differences. He was still wearing many of the same clothes but he lacked the charm of that night. Looking a bit dishevelled. He wore the same jacket, but the shirt under was in a lot worse condition. His hair was greased back, it looked dirty. As if it was just his unwashed hair keeping it back, not any product. How was this the same man you had managed to keep you interested all night?

"Just kill me. I don't want to play anymore."

The fight in you was abruptly gone. You didn't want to play his game anymore. Pretend to be happy, and play his little friendship game. Let him get some sick satisfaction from it all. Cause that's what it all must have been. Some sick little game, that lets you think you got away before he visits and watches the hope leave your eyes. There was no hope in you, just tiredness, anger and fear. You wanted it all gone.

"And what if I do."

There was no response. All you could do was stare. Stare with repulsion towards him.

"Hmm?" Chrollo had begun stepping forward. Making his way to you.

"P-Please, just make it easy." It was a heartbreaking plea, but it was all you had. A request for a swift death.

"And why would I do that?"

In a few long steps, Chrollo was now in front of you. Pressing his body against yours. It was uncomfortable. Having him so close, having him in your house. It was vile and wrong.

Refusing to look him in the eyes. Keeping your head down and eyes shut. Waiting for him to strike. He was going to kill you. Would he leave your body here for the cops or your neighbours to find? Or would he try to hide your body? Leave you to just become a missing person poster.

"You really think I'm going to kill you?" You gave a weak nod. "Hmm, I guess that makes sense. A good guess, but I'm not."

At that, you looked up at him. Shocked at his response. If he wasn't going to kill you. Why would he be here? Why the hell would he be here if he wasn't going to finish the job? That rage from before was rising up again. You reckoned he was lying. That he was toying with you, giving you that sense of hope. Playing with you, dragging out the kill.

"Don't lie to me. Please, just-just make it painless."

Chrollo let out a chuckle, he found your words entertaining. Lifting his hand up, pausing when you flinched.

"Relax my dear. I said I wasn't."

His hand brushed the side of your face. Tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. It was a soft touch, such soft hands for a killer. So tender for someone who had killed all those that night. Even with his soft touch, you were frozen and stiff.

"I see I've caused so much worry." Chrollo leaned in. Face right by yours. Lips brushing against yours. "My apologies."

Chrollo's lips were right on yours. Kissing you. Demanding more action and presence from you, but you couldn't kiss back. You could feel his disappointment in your lack of action. Yet, he still continued the kiss. Placing a hand at the back of your head. Forcing the kiss to deepen as much as he could do with such a stiff partner. His tongue swiped across your lips. You knew he wanted more, it made you want to throw up. Though it fueled a sudden surge of confidence that came over you. A want to survive and not play his game. Your arms shot forward. Pushing as hard as you could on his chest. Shoving Chrollo away from you. Managing to create some space between the two of you. It wasn't much, but it was enough to move away from him. Lurching forwards, you made your way from Chrollo. Darting out of the room, and through the house. Trying to get to any door. The front door was closest. You made your way to it. Dodging any tables or couches, even in the dark you could navigate your place. But when you could see the door, you saw him. He was in front of it. The light shining from a powder room not too far from him showcased his features. He was smiling. Enjoying your little attempt.

Chrollo was blocking the front door. Stopping, you turned and made your way to the back door. You would have to go through the living room and kitchen to make it to the backroom. Pushing yourself, you ran. Trying to get to it before him. You just needed to get out and run to a neighbour. Or even yell for help. Anything to get the attention of someone. Running through the living room, then the kitchen. Feeling the sweat drip down your back. You had gotten to the backroom, only to see him. He was there again. Standing, blocking the door. Blocking your way out. There had to be another way out, maybe back to the front door again could work. Turning around, attempting to run back. You couldn't even get three steps away before his arms were wrapped around you. Keeping you in place, holding you still and incapable of moving. You tried to kick and hit. Anything to try to get him to let go. When you noticed none of that was working, you went to your last resort, screaming. But Chrollo's hand covered your mouth before you could get a sound out. Your heart was pumping, beating so fast. Tears came down as you sobbed into his hand. You were finally going to die. Die in your home, a place you considered safe.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay." Chrollo pressed his head against the side of yours. His mouth was close to your ear. "Calm down, you're going to be alright. Just listen to what I say."

You tried to come down, trying to soothe yourself. Levelling out your breathing. It was hard but eventually manageable. Anything to buy you some time, to try to run again when he let go. After a few minutes, you were breathing close to normal.

"Where's the girl from that night, huh? The sweet little thing that enjoyed looking at art all night? I miss her" Chrollo placed a kiss on your soaked cheek. "I need you to relax sweetie, okay? Can you do that? Stay calm?"

His tone was patronizing, his tone felt like he was talking to some child. Bile climbed up your throat. He was a murderer and a jerk. You tried to nod while his hand over your mouth kept you in place.

"Good girl. Now, swallow."

Without any warning Chrollo's hand over your mouth was moved, only to have his other quickly shove something between your lips. His hand made its way back over your mouth, while he pinched your nose. Forcing you to swallow whatever he had shoved in your mouth if you wanted to breathe. You attempted to refuse but couldn't last long. You could feel him smiling against your cheek when he realized you swallowed. Praises left his lips at how good you were being now, how corporating you will be when you two leave. You had no idea what he meant, but it didn't matter whether you understood or not. Because soon you felt strange, your legs felt frail. Your head felt heavy. This wasn't just the adrenaline leaving your body. Chrollo had drugged you. You gave one last effort, trying to pull from his grasp, but your hands could barely lift past your waist. Too heavy and weak to do anything. Your body was shutting down quicker than you could process, unable to help you at this point. Your eyes were even failing you, begging to be shut. Eyelids begging to shut, refusing to stay open any longer. Even after begging him to not play with you, he was doing what he wanted.

"It'll be fine. You'll be home soon."

His words confused you. You were home, he was in your home. He was the one who ruined your home, your safety. But your thoughts stopped as you slipped away. Slumping in his grasp unable to do anything. If only you could see the satisfaction on Chrollo's face as he carried you out. He knew you'd curse at him.

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Could you write a Chrollo x kidnapped Reader where he just gentle noncons her after being held captive for months . She just really doesn’t warm up to him as he imagined it to considering she is shy and insecure👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you and I really love your work❤️

I��ll be 100% honest I was not expecting that as my first request lmaooo

I think I went a lil off topic sorry 😭 + implications are my specialty

Anyways, thanks for the support! Hope you like it <333

Warnings: non/dub-con (implied), yandere

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There’s nothing for you to be afraid of. You know that.

Well, in the physical sense, at least. Since your first morning waking up in his presence, you’ve been verbally assured of Chrollo’s lack of desire to hurt you. You can’t say that he’s completely lied about that.

Chrollo has never hit you. He’s never pushed you, never slapped you, never grabbed you by the wrist, even when you tried to run away from him.

You’ve only ever attempted that once, many months ago. You’d seen your opportunity and taken it, smart enough to know that the bustling crowds in the heart of York New City are useful tools of both obstruction and disguise.

You weren’t smart enough, however, to understand who you were dealing with.

You’d ditched your iced tea at him - a move that surprised both of you, considering your nature - knocking over the outdoor café chair as you sprinted away into the busy streets. Your limbs moved on impulse, motions imprecise as you expected him to appear in front of you, ruining your chances of freedom before you even had a chance to get your hopes up.

Instead, Chrollo chose to calmly follow you through the city streets with his hands in his pockets. You’d taken a gambling glance over your shoulder once you’d thought you’d created enough distance between predator and prey.

To your horror, he was only about twenty metres away, his fur-lined coat unmissable. His nonchalant attitude was unnerving, to say the least. He was just being an ass, right? That was the reason for his unfazed demeanour.

Narrowly missing an opportunity to stumble over your own feet, you continued your escape.

You took another glance.

Phew. He wasn’t catching up, still the same distance.

You put even more power into your legs, running faster than you’d ever run before. Another glance. Still the same distance. So he’s not catching up, what a relief.

Wait. He wasn’t falling behind, either.

No matter how fast or slow you ran, he was always behind you.

Unlike Chrollo, your endurance had a limit, eventually slowing yourself to a stop by an ice-cream parlour, panting and sweating and wheezing. You neither had the energy nor the gall to fight back as his arms snaked around you, sealing your fate.

He didn’t hurt you. But he hasn’t taken you outside for months, save for your last move into your current residence, a suburban house on the outskirts of Yorbia.

Perhaps he should’ve revelled in your touch more when he collected you. Since then, your anxieties have evidently only increased, shying away from all his touches, no matter how gentle, no matter how necessary. You won’t let him hold your hands, nails bumpy and bitten, or put an arm around your waist, shoving it away as he attempts to squeeze the soft flesh there.

His kisses don’t hurt you. His lips are delicate and his movements are gentle, a stark contrast to the man you know he truly is. Every time he tries, however, you move back on impulse. You can’t help it.

You’re nervous. It’s something he has to consider. If you were outspoken and sassy, he could just gag you. Forcing someone else to speak is leagues more difficult than simply cutting out their tongue. Frustration burns inside of him - you’re obedient in every sense, except for this single obstacle. He wants to touch you without having you back away, frightened out of your mind.

It’s unfortunate it has to come to this, it really is. But alas, you’ve both learnt that you can’t get what you want all the time.

He stands up, taking precise steps towards you. There’s terror in your eyes as he towers over you, shrivelling yourself up on the sofa. You don’t know what he’s going to do to you, but you know it’ll be horrid. Maybe he’ll kill a family member in front of you for your rejection, or threaten you with his Ben’s Knife, or maybe he’ll even slap you.

Chrollo does not do any of those things.

Instead, he crouches in front of you, caressing your cheek with his hand. Your eyes squeeze shut, trying to relax into his gesture, but your heart beats out of control.

He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, unreciprocated, before pulling away. It’s not enough. It never was.

You squeak as he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your shared bedroom, placing you down on the bed eagerly. He’s never been this rough with you, but there’s a first time for everything.

He peppers more kisses over your face, whilst you lie there, frozen in horror. As his kisses trail downwards, along your jaw, you manage to muster a few words out.

“Chrollo, please, st-”

“Just relax,” he coos, voice threatening to waver with anticipation.

You’re whimpering like a beaten dog, pathetic little thing you are.

Your eyes squeeze shut again, tears rolling. “I-I don’t…I can’t…”

“Yes you can, darling,” he coos as he plants delicate kisses up the length of your neck, the soft sensation of his lips adding to the conflict in your chest and mind.

Your words get clogged behind the lump of horror and fear that forms in your throat. Furiously shaking your head, a frantic last resort, you feel your jaw get caught in the web of his splayed fingers. Your eyes open as you feel his warm breath envelop your ear.

“You know what I promised you,” he purrs, “and I intend to keep it. I swear to you, doll, I won’t hurt you.”

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐱𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏/𝟑)

extra incentive • c. lucifer

synopsis: your study buddy has always been the laid back type, never really showing interest in anything other than books…that is until the two of you decide to relieve some stress before an upcoming exam.

“You know what they say about the quiet ones. Is it true?” “You’re more than welcome to come find out.”

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content warning: modern/college au, black fem reader, fingering, hair pulling, corruption (ish) kink unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), riding, squirting, choking, nerd!Chrollo, talk of sex/inexperience

word count: 3.8K

this is the first installment to a three part commission from @annie-franny. Thank you so much for your support and entrusting me with this piece! HunterxHunter is my all time favorite show and I’m happy to be writing for some of my favorite characters. Hope you enjoy, love! 💕

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faint raindrops rang outside the windowpane of the fourth floor dormitory..co-ed and co-opted by bright eyed, eager attendees of Yorknew State College. A learning facility of the highest caliber; regarded in the ranks of Cambridge and Oxford in terms of intelligence. Among those in the top bracket of brilliant minds were none other than Chrollo Lucifer. A prodigal genius who came from very humble beginnings and managed to secure a full ride scholarship to the school due to his exceptional educational achievements. Including two award winning literary dissertations on inequality and disproportionate educational opportunities in lower income neighborhoods. A life he knew all too well. Doing so while only being a senior in a vocational school. A man who was as handsome as he was mysterious, leaving many to wonder how he ended up at such a prestigious place. His knowledge only ascended from there and now, he sat as a shoe-in for valedictorian and alongside him was the only person who could probably be considered his equal and quite honestly, one of his only friends.

(Y/N) (L/N), a bright eyed beauty with a kind soul and kindred spirit. Born with an innate gift for reading and all things literature related, you excelled above your peers in no time, surpassing even the most intelligent in every subject. You would spend your lunchtime in the library, grasping every novel, book or composition pertaining to the studies of history; more so specifically your own that the school system refused to teach. Such a curious mind so it came as a surprise to no one when doing college applications, you were among the first to receive an acceptance letter from Yorknew State College nonetheless. Somehow, someway..you and Lucifer ended up intertwining and crossing paths in the campus bookstore. Where a bond formed and you’ve been close ever since, bouncing off ideas, sharing your love of reading and always studying together..hence why now, he was seated in the middle of your floor, cross legged and glued to a textbook as he tapped the back of his pen to the edge of the small table in front of him.

“Damn, Chro. You’re gonna drive me up a wall with that. You’ve been doing it for the past ten minutes.” An obviously irate (y/n) blurting out from the comfort of your bed, knees cradled to your chest with your laptop secured on top of them. You weren’t one to be on edge ever but in comparison to this man, he’d make even the most serene person look mad. Never even getting angry once in all the time you had known him, he truly had the patience of a saint. Oftentimes leaving you to wonder would anything make him tick..

“Oh, I’m sorry, (y/n). Didn’t even realize it. I’ll stop.”

but today, you were both a bit nervous, due in part to a huge assignment coming up in your most important course. One that would determine many things going forward for both of you. More so in terms of personal achievements but important nonetheless. In a frustrated huff, you’d close your computer and slump over, releasing a whiny sigh. “Ugh, I can’t wait for this stupid test to be over. I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’ve read at least ten different books in the past two days. My head is about to explode.” As dramatic as it sounded, Chrollo most certainly mirrored your sentiments, even if he wasn’t as expressive of it. An exam with over two hundred questions pertaining various works throughout time on random subjects and you’d have to quote excerpts, pick out lines from precise chapters and remember not only the details but page numbers as well. It was so much. “Patience, my sweet (y/n). We’ll knock this exam out of the park and it’ll be done before you know it.”

but luckily you had one another to bounce ideas off of and keep each other accountable. However, it wasn’t lost on you that it was Saturday evening and you were spending it holed up in a room, studying. Normally, it was something that never really crossed your mind. Truthfully, a lot of your peers lacked focus and drive. Not too worried about their failures or fuck ups because they had a silver spoon awaiting them if they couldn’t feed themselves. It infuriated Chrollo and thus, he withdrew even more from his classmates. Isolated and feeling like a loner, he clung to you like a moth to a flame shockingly. So much so, he had eyes for no one else. Even when girls all around campus practically threw themselves at him constantly and had paid them no mind. Dating, relationships, hookups…it all seemed like such a hassle. Trivial things that served him no purpose. He much rather be nose deep in a book, expanding his knowledge than doing anything else. Still, he’d be lying if he said his mind didn’t wander from time to time…

about that girl with these wired rim, round glasses…concealing those dark, deep set eyes. Black coils setting pretty atop your head, skin like honey of the richest variety…needless to say, Chrollo was rather smitten and it wasn’t an honor that he wielded loosely. It took a lot to catch the eyes of the prodigal genius. So when you posed a rather peculiar question, he was a bit nervous to answer.

“Hey, Chro?”

“Yes?”

turning his attention towards you with his signature flat smile..those handsome boyish looks that always caused a flutter or two in your heart. Jet black tufts fluttering on either side of his porcelain smooth face, tied by a headband to keep strays tucked back. Tonight, sporting a hoodie with the school insignia along with a pair of gym shorts covering his lanky frame. It was easy to see why he had everyone’s attention.

“Why don’t we ever go to any parties? Are we like the only ones on campus reading like an old couple on a Saturday night?” However, it wasn’t something that phased him in the slightest and rather than being offended, Chrollo would just laugh and flip to the next page of his very intriguing novel.

“You’re free to go if you’d like, no one’s stopping you from attending any of them.” Stating so matter of factly without so much as even glancing in your direction. To most, things like that came off as condescending but you knew that he just didn’t show much emotion about anything. If you asked him a question, he’d simply answer it with no motive or malice behind it. It was something that initially frustrated you but that you had now grown to love. As with many things about this enigma of a man. Slouching off of the bed, (y/n) crawled a few feet over to him, slinging an arm around the back of his neck in a flustered huff. “I knowww, but they wouldn’t even be fun without you.” “I couldn’t understand why. I’m not much for gatherings so I’d be nothing more than a wallflower..if anything, I’d be rather boring." That's when you’d probe him with another question, still hanging onto his slender frame..your head resting on his back. With your hands coiling his chest, you could feel his heart racing and obviously, nothing ever got him excited but it was something so different about you. He wasn’t much for affection or physical touch but somehow, he didn’t mind when you held him. You guys were incredibly close and comfortable so it came as no surprise that you’d ask him such a thing with no shame. “…Chro..are you a virgin?”

causing the dark haired man to choke up in laughter. You two rarely ever kept secrets from one another but then again, most information relayed between you guys was pertaining to academics and knowledge. None of this trivial nonsense. However, something must’ve sparked this sudden curiosity about his intimate life. “That’s a bit invasive, don’t you think?” “Just answer the question please.” obvious that you were going to persist on this, he’d release a deep breath and shut his book, turning to properly face you as he gave you his response. “If you must know…no, I am not a virgin.” He was, however, completely celibate until the proper person came along and changed it. Even so, it shocked you and he’d cackle, wondering why your mouth was agape.

“What? Are you surprised?” And as horrible as it sounded to admit, you were a bit taken aback. “A little bit! Just doesn’t seem like it’s something you’d be into. No offense.” You figured him to be completely clueless on the topic of sex but alas, he had been with two people in his young lifetime. Some woman he lost his virginity to and a girl he hooked up with in a one off exchange. Neither time was some profound experience that kept him coming back for more or even drew him closer to the girls. It was just something that happened and it wasn’t something that he had ever pondered on. However, spending the last year or so growing closer to you had his mind wandering. Believe it or not, he was rather smitten with you. The only one to really make him take a second look nowadays. Watching you switch around in those frilly dresses and tight little skirts, looking all cute and bubbly. He’d oftentimes find himself blushing as he watched you part your curls, moisturizing them after wash day. Even offering to help..just because he enjoyed your presence. Carrying your stuff to class and always lingering around, waiting on you to get out as if you were still in high school. How you hadn’t seen it yet was beyond him. Hence why he didn’t do random hookups..you were the sole object of his carnal desires when they arose. Like this current moment.

“None taken. But I have to ask, why the sudden inquisition?..something on your mind?” Questioning so casually with that soft smug smirk on his face. He had to know where this was coming from. Roping a hand around his shoulder blade and collar bone, (y/n) teased his black wefts between your fingertips and giggled. There were a lot of things running through your mind at this point. Things that you weren’t certain you should say out loud…out of fear of rejection or sounding too forward. But since you could trust one another so well…there was no point in hiding it.

“You could say that..I guess what I’m trying to say is..I could use a distraction for a while.” Admitting as you teased your fingertips across his chest. And it didn’t take long for him to pick up the hint you had so blatantly thrown down. Flicking his tongue across his lips, Chrollo ogled back at you for a moment, turning to tip your chin up. It was obvious that there was rising tension between you two that could only be solved one way. That festering desire wasn’t going to disappear unless one of you acted on it.

“So what you’re saying is..” talking so smoothly that in one fell swoop, Chrollo was able to spin and capture you in his grasp, landing both of you on the carpet, his body atop yours and your faces only mere inches apart. “You want me to fuck you? Is that it?” Having never heard him use such brash language. Either way, it was so attractive and sexy. There was a certain glare in his eyes, as if he too had been waiting on this moment. Snaking a hand up your outer thigh, he’d crawl slowly between your parted legs. He wanted you and desperately, all you had to do was give him the say so and he’d dispel any and all preconceived notions you’d had about him. “I mean…I’m simply hoping to test a theory. You do know what they say about the quiet ones. Is it true?” “You’re more than welcome to come find out.”

with that, it was all the declaration you needed. The two of you began engaging in a heated makeout session. Cupping your hands to his face, shoving your tongues into each other’s mouths…trying to peel back layers of one another’s clothing. Swirling them around one another in a flustered haze. Moaning and whimpering whilst things became much more intense. It didn’t take long for either of you to render the other nude or even find your hands roaming all over your entangled bodies…his hands on your hips, running along the seams of your clothing. Sharp gasps elicited by subtle neck sucking; the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin…even whimpering and tossing your head back when he’d glide down to your nipples, faintly licking them just to make you shudder. He’d then work his way between your thighs, glaring up at you with those usually cold, dark eyes; so full of life and lust as he hungrily parted your thighs. His primal instincts took over in an instant. As were your own. “..look at that. So sexy..” in reference to that slick covered slit and swollen pearl protruding through those plump lips. A sight like he had never witnessed before; it was beautiful. “You won’t be mad if I get a taste, will you?” Shaking your head with a slight whimper, anticipating his next move. Mere seconds later, you’d find him greedily feasting on your soaked sex. Flicking his tongue so delicately throughout the sensitive area; teasing the clit, sucking on those folds and leaving soft kisses on that pretty pussy of yours. “Haah!—ahh, Chro! Fuck!..” crying out in a fit of pleasure, sandwiching his head between your hands. Curling your fingers through his soft hair, gently tugging at them but trust, he needed no assistance. “You taste so sweet, my love.” Not with the way he was sloppily spitting and lapping on your cunt. He was so skilled and intricate with the way he did it, you were sure you’d be seeing stars. “Mmmm! Ahh..” making all of those pitiful babbling noises that were only further fueling his desire to devour you. Fucking you tirelessly with his tongue. Feasting until your legs began to shake violently and those sweet nectar-like fluids could no longer be contained and you’d find yourself coming on his tongue..squirting from his impeccable oral. You’d cover your face, in half embarrassment and shock as it riddled your body. “Don’t be shy now, let me see that pretty face..” It wasn’t until he came up for air, his hands softly groping at your breasts did it really dawn on the two of you what was transpiring. But it was a tad bit too late to back out now. Instead, he’d shift to his side midway, propping your smaller frame up on his thigh as to balance you against it. That docile demeanor seemed to dissipate before your eyes and a side you’d never think to see began to awaken..one you’d like very much.

“You see, my sweet (y/n)…what I lack isn’t knowledge, not by a long shot. But experience..experience with the right person.” declaring so sweetly as he stroked the side of your face to help you calm down from your climatic high, only to induce another. Working those pale, slender digits between your jaws and whirled them around. “See..I know things that would make your body tick. Things that would send you into shock and make you cry my name out to the heavens. I would make love to you in ways that would cause your soul to erupt into flames. Every little movement, I’d make certain you fell deeper for me..so addicted that you won’t even dream of another man touching you..alas, I never found that person.” was a mere taste of what I’m capable of.”

all the while he was speaking to you, filling your ear and head with perverse thoughts, Chrollo’s opposite hand snaked around your throat and his eyes averted downward. By now, you were a drooling mess…letting that trail lube your already dripping folds as he shoved those same digits inside of you..working them around. “Hnghh!” “Shhh..just relax.” But he wouldn’t be the only one at work. Soon, he’d instruct you to grasp at his exposed member and coil your fingers around his shaft, slowly working it over. Not for nothing, but he wasn’t lacking in size either..girthy and thick but long also. That pink tip emitting pearlescent white precum. You were so needy and impatient, wanting to feel him right away but it wasn’t plausible. He doubted that you couldn’t even take it…

“That is until now. Until I met you, (y/n). I’ve dreamed of this moment and having you all to myself..now I’ve gotten it.” grunting into your ear, sucking on his teeth as you continued to massage him between your fingertips. Neither of you could maintain this charade of teasing much longer so with one final kiss to your temple, Chrollo hoisted you up ever so slightly, barely breaking the contact of your skin and gave one last command:

“Go ahead, put it in yourself.”

something about that primal energy he was tapping into really turned you on. Making you yelp while you worked yourself down to his aching tip. Pulsating as it split you open..causing you both to audibly gasp once it met the silky warmth of your insides. He had to all but restrain himself from hammering up into you but it had been quite some time since he felt a sensation like this one. “Mmmm…God, you’re so tight. But don’t worry..I won’t go too fast. We’ll take our time until you can fit all of me. We won’t rush it.”

talking you through those movements his palms placed to your hips and your back to his chest. It was while you were becoming one and getting acclimated with those strokes did he begin to buck upward very gently; meeting you halfway while giving you steamy, sloppy tongue kisses. You couldn’t stop moaning into his open mouth and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He wanted to squeeze on those beautiful breasts, pinch your nipples between his fingertips and especially, massage that swollen clit. Although, he’d save that last one for the right moment. You’d more than likely come entirely too quickly. So he’d settle for giving you affirmations to keep you going. Bouncing up and down on his dick, trying to eventually make it disappear inside of that pretty pink flesh. But as it stood, you could only take it about halfway to the hilt. Sounds of squelching and colliding flesh filled your tiny room and right there on that floor, your bodies clashed in heated ecstasy and bliss. Eventually, he was able to push it in a bit more before you found an established rhythm. “Keep going. Yes..you’re doing so good. Riding me like this…and you’re creaming all over it. Are you going to milk me too, sweetheart?” Cooing whilst sucking on his teeth, tossing his head back in pure pleasure. That pussy was something special and he wanted to savor it for as long as possible.

“Yes, ‘wanna make you come for me…fuck!” Whimpering so pathetically and sweetly, it made his cock twitch..that throbbing, continuing to fill your flesh. By now, the two of you had established a synchronized rhythm and pace. (Y/N) riding him, rolling your hips and subtly shaking your ass; standing atop your tiptoes even, when he fucked you. “Ooh, just like that. Look at how nicely you’re taking me now. Opening up so good..” now gripping the thick of your plump ass, now starting to thrust upward. He was enjoying your little tricks and show but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Having not been releasing pent up energy or realizing that he needed to, Chrollo was coming undone by the second, rutting his hips into you with that firm grip. “You don’t have to hold back, sweetheart. Come..make a mess of me. Let it all out..” with that affirmation, you’d release every drop of your sweet, squirting cum..as well as any stress or agitation in your body. Those much needed endorphins rushing through your systems. Spent and out of breath, you’d collapse against one another right there on the floor..panting and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time either of you had felt this good.

“That was…something.”

“Yes it was..”

most certainly agreeing on that front. Something that was beneficial for the both of you. Now he felt as if they were able to conquer anything after that. And so did you!..clutching your arm, he’d gently caress it and kiss your forehead. “Well I suppose that’s one way to clear your mind.” Making the joke as he turned to face you, staring at you in a way he’d never stared at anyone in his entire life. Because in all honesty, he had never shared a connection like that with anyone. He’d never been one for a relationship or even casually hooking up..his sole focus was academics but after this? He felt as if he could make an exception for his favorite person perhaps. Clasping your fingers together, Chrollo made another declaration, one you couldn’t refuse. “I don't know about you, but I’m ready for this test now. My head is ten times more clear than it was.” “I’m glad to hear it. Tell you what…pass it and I have much more where that came from.” Just then, your features illuminated with a sparkle he had never quite seen in those beautiful eyes of yours..

“Mmm..I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.”

giving you all the extra incentive you need.

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hisokaafanpage · 1 year

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𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓴𝓪

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ , ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴏᴏᴄ ʜɪꜱᴏᴋᴀ 🤍

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺: 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴:

18: “𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳..?”

25: “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘵 4 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘮.. 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦?”

Rain pelted down onto the roof of the rundown house. You and Hisoka were out late looking for a certain person, but you guys had decided to keep going the next day even though Hisoka could have probably kept searching. It was extremely obvious that you were tired, and your feet were aching. Searching from 9am that morning, to 2 am at night took quite a toll. Hisoka knew about a slight run down house not far from the place you guys were scavenging through, so you guys decided to stake it out there. There had been a storm coming in also, so it just worked out anyways.

A strike of thunder hitting disturbingly close nearby, making you jump a bit. It was quite early in you and Hisoka’s relationship, not to the comfort level of sleeping in the same bed as eachother for extended periods of time. Hisoka mentioned sleeping in the same bed earlier, but you shut the thought down immediately. You just didn’t feel.. ready? At the time.

It was nearing about four am now, and the rain hadn’t let up. You hugged, swallowing your pride for a moment and stood up. You wrapped the scragged, thin blanket around yourself that had already been here when you and Hisoka had arrived. You slowly walked out of the room, soft steps making their way to the room next door. His room was only a door down, since it was a rather small little shelter in the middle of nowhere.

You creaked open the door to reveal the sleeping clown, shirtless. Your cheeks flushed red a tiny bit, as you opened the door more. You took soft steps towards the bed, him being groggily awake as you got to the edge of the bed.

“Hisoka…” You whispered, placing a soft hand on his shoulder. He turned to place his tired eyes on you, raising a brow. “What..? It's 4am.. what could you possibly need?” He said in a tired, deep voice. Another loud boom of thunder came over, and seemed like it shook the roof. “I see.” The magician grabbed you, wrapping you in his arms.

“I can't believe you woke me up at.. 4am to cuddle cause you were scared. Should I be scared?” Usually, it was Hisoka trying to cuddle you. “You should have just gotten in bed with me doll~ I wouldn’t have minded. ♥️” He said in a low voice in your ear. You could easily hear the tiredness seeping through this voice.

Your mouth twitched up slightly, feeling warm in his arms. You weren’t usually the one to cuddle. But maybe, you could get used to it if it was with Hisoka.

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emotionalmessss · 1 year

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A/N: I wasn't really sure where to go with this one-shot, but I think it turned out alright. Enjoy :)

Synopsis: reader gets caught by chrollo after escaping from him. Non-canon. No spoilers.

Warnings: violence, blood, threats, yandere chrollo, kidnapping, death, manipulation, forced relationship, forced touching. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 4.3K

My feet padded across the hardwood floor of my apartment, echoing softly against the walls as I made my way towards the kitchen. By the third time my body jolted awake from the night terrors that I was plagued with for the last four months, I decided that it was better to stay conscious. The pills I was given by my doctor did nothing but knock me out for a few short hours, only for the horrors to continue shortly after that.

The dreams were always the same. I would wake up in a house that wasn’t my own, covered in blood that wasn't mine, screaming and crying for help. My shrieks of distraught fell upon deaf ears as He watched me. His calm composure never faltered for a moment as he glared down at me with that smug grin that he always adorned. His eyes that were drowned out in pools of gray would watch me carefully, studying my reactions but making no move to comfort me.

“I told you not to disobey.” He would say. “This could have ended differently”

I would find myself crumpled up on the ground, legs folded underneath my frail body as I stared blindly at the crimson liquid that stained my hands. The slumped over bodies beside me were faceless, a mocking image of my own empty self.

I would wake up covered in a cold sweat, my night clothes gripping to my clammy body like a second skin. My lungs would tighten like a vice, burning and stinging every time I tried to get a full breath of sweet air. Falling asleep again after that proved to be almost impossible, which is why I spent most of my nights awake, coaxing the anxiety out of my system.

No matter where I went, how far I ran, how much I hid my presence, I could still feel the heavy weight of His stare. His dark eyes followed me wherever I went and whatever I did. It was exhausting. I would glance back every now and then, but there was nothing. Nothing out of place. Not even a shadow. But I still felt it. The heavy anxiety makes my blood turn cold, chilling me straight to the bone.

I couldn’t even feel safe in my own apartment. Which wasn’t really my apartment. I was borrowing it from a friend; a friend that He didn’t know even existed. She let me stay here for a little over four months now, not even thinking twice about giving me shelter without asking too many questions. I only gave her very few details, fearing that if I spilled too many details, He would find her and snuff her out.

I perched myself awkwardly on the tall stool that sat in front of the marble island, swirling the freshly poured glass of wine by the stem of the glass. The pale liquid tingled as it traveled down my throat, settling warmly in my stomach and making my head swirl slightly.

My palm rested against my cheek as I flipped through the pages of Phantom of The Opera. Losing myself in a book often helped with the anxiety. It was either that or the wine had started kicking in.

Some time had passed and the opened bottle that rested beside me was nearly empty. I clicked my tongue and checked the time on my phone. It was half past three and I was really starting to feel the effects. My head spun each time I made a slight move against the leather of the seat, my fingers gripped onto the counter as I tried to steady myself. I was hoping that the wine would make me sleepy enough to finally go back to bed, but unfortunately not. It only succeeded in dulling my senses, barely able to focus on the blurred lines of my book.

“Christ.” I pushed myself carefully off the seat and made my way towards the small bathroom.

After relieving myself I splashed some cool water against the skin of my face. The bags beneath my eyes seemed to grow in size since the last time and my eyes were bloodshot. The lack of sleep was starting to creep up slowly in more ways than one.

I managed to stabilize myself against the countertop for a moment, glaring at my reflection in the mirror that I had grown to no longer recognize. It was stupid. Tragic actually. If I were to go back in time, I would’ve stopped myself before introducing myself to Him and letting him take me out on a date. I would’ve spun around on my heels and walked the other way when He commented on the book in my hand in that tiny book store.

Fuck, was I ever stupid then. I was blinded by his gentleman act, falling head first into a dark abyss without even knowing. His acts of kindness clouded my poor brain, making me think that he was the perfect man. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Now I’m haunted by that raven haired man in my nightmares.

I pushed myself off the counter and made my way down the hall. There was no way that I was going to sleep now, and what’s a better way to spend a sleepless night than drinking an entire bottle of wine and reading a good book? Hah. I bitterly laughed at my delusional thoughts.

I glanced over towards my seat that I was originally occupying, only to see a shadow in its place. My feet glided to a stop and I immediately froze up, rubbing my eyes quickly to make sure it wasn’t just my drunkness playing tricks on me. I opened them again, still seeing that same shadow sitting at my spot.

“Wh-” My jaw slacked open, my eyes widening in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Dear God, No. This isn’t fucking happening. Not now. Not here. No. As much as I could feel my body signaling to me to run, I just couldn’t bring myself to it. My legs remained frozen in their place as I looked past the figure and towards the front door. My body began to buzz with anxiety, coursing through my blood like a race car down a track. My hands were glued to my sides, shaking slightly with fear.

“If I remember correctly, you were more of a red kind of girl.” That voice solidified the fear running through me.

I heard the clink of the glass that I was previously enjoying as the figure brought it up to their lips, savoring the liquid before placing it back down.

“It’s cheap too. I would’ve expected better from you.” His voice was smooth, calm as ever.

His silhouette shifted slightly as he started to stand from the seat. I was still fighting silently to get my body to move, even just an inch, but I couldn’t. I blinked suddenly when the lamp clicked back on, momentarily blinding me. My eyes finally settled on the figure once my eyes adjusted to the bright light.

Raven hair covering up a bandana was the first thing my eyes noticed. Then it was blue earrings that I always wondered how he managed to put on. Next it was his clothing. He was dressed in a white button down top and a pair of black slacks. It was him. It was fucking him.

My throat made a noise of fear, a cross between a whimper and a moan. I could feel my heart racing against my chest, the little organ telling me to fucking move, to run, to hide, to do something. But I just couldn’t get myself to move. I could barely think straight at the moment, my thoughts of how, why and where clouding my judgment.

He took me by surprise, there was no question about that. I didn’t even want to think about what lengths he went through to get here. It more than likely involved bloodshed. Did I know he was going to eventually find me? Yes. I did. I wasn’t so naive to think that he wouldn’t ever find me again. But I was naive enough to think that I had a little bit more time before he did.

The snap of a book closing brought me back out of my thoughts. My eyes snapped back onto his dark ones. His expression was like it always was, blank and unreadable, but I swear I noticed a flicker of amusement across his features for a moment.

He said nothing as he stood up from the chair, his eyes remaining focused on me, watching me like I was a prey that he wanted to hunt down and eat. He finally broke from his emotionless gaze, cracking a small grin that would’ve gone unnoticed if I wasn’t so focused on him.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” I finally found my voice, albeit softer than I would’ve liked it to be.

I wanted to run more than anything. I had planned for this moment. I always kept a small backpack with my belongings if I ever needed to make a quick escape. But now that it was actually happening, I felt glued to my spot, unable to move or even breathe.

“It’s time for you to come home now. You’ve played your little game for long enough.” He spoke to me as if I were a child.

The chill in my body intensified at his condescending words. A large lump formed in my throat, rendering my voice useless at the moment. He was scolding me as If I were a child that had just been caught doing something bad, and I hated every second of it. I could barely look at him without feeling the urge to fling something in his direction.

For the first time since we’ve been in this standoff, I averted my eyes towards the door behind him. If I were quick enough I could get out that door and run. I knew that there was a chance that he would catch me before I reached it, but it was a chance that I was willing to take. I refused to go down without a fight.

“Running is not wise.” He spoke, seemingly reading my thoughts and placing himself steps ahead. “I’m not here to hurt you, y/n, but your next actions will be the judge of what happens next.” Chrollo knew my motives were to get as far away from him as possible, but he again, made no move towards me.

I scoffed and finally answered. “I’m happy without you. Leave now.”

Chrollo tutted, placing his hands into his pockets. His eyes closed for a moment, like he was trying to contain his annoyance. He rarely ever got mad. Sure, he got annoyed with me, but it was always laced with a bit of amusement. He got some sort of joy during our arguments, finding pleasure in making me feel tiny.

“Don’t be so stubborn, darling.” His composure remained calm, as it almost always was. “I admire your will, but it’s time to put an end to this.”

My knuckles ball up in a tight white fisted hold. Chrollo noticed my unwilling movement, his eyes slightly moving down to where my hands rested clenched at my sides before he looked back up at my face.

“For the sake of your friend, I suggest you comply.” The smile he adorned did not match the intent behind his words. Hearing them come out of his mouth made my fists clench harder.

My blood turned cold and I stiffened. “What did you do?”

Chrollo grinned, humming instead of giving me a response.

I repeated myself. “What did you do to her?”

“I see, you think me telling you what happened will make you feel better?” Chrollo paused in thought. “You will not find any comfort in what I have to say.”

His unrelenting stare pierced my soul, causing goosebumps to raise up on my skin and my mouth to slack open. Chrollo was smirking now, enjoying the realization that had crossed my features with his poisonous words. A mixture of guilt and nausea crept up from my stomach and to my throat, suffocating me more than his gaze. I didn’t even want to begin to imagine what those hands that held me countless times did to my friend.

I managed to tear my gaze away from him and back to the door.

My eyes flickered away from him and back to the door.

“Let’s be smart about this. You know-”

Before Chrollo could even finish his sentence, I launched myself forward. Pure adrenaline and fear were behind my uncalculated moves as I dashed around the island, past him, and towards the door. My legs were uneasy as I tried to reach the door before Chrollo could catch me, my head still swirling from the wine in my system. As I grasped out for the handle, blinded by new tears filling up in my waterline, I felt something cool press up against my neck, followed by an arm wrapping around my waist. My breath caught in my throat when Chrollo’s arm pulled me back tightly against his chest.

My head slammed against his shoulder as I tried to distance myself from whatever he was pressing against my neck. However, this action only succeeded in drawing myself closer to the monster.

I whimpered as I craned my neck away. The metal was cool and sharp, which meant it had to be a knife. The thought of him slicing my throat in one motion made me completely still against him.

“I told you not to run. I didn’t want to have to use force on you.” His warm breath was fanning across my cheek, a stark contrast to the cool of the small blade pressed against my jugular.

“Please. Please just let me go.” The tears fell out of my eyes and down my cheeks.

Chrollo tightened his grip around my waist, almost like he was scared that if he let me go, he’d never be able to touch me again. It was almost primal the way that he was holding me. The rough feeling of his dress pants reminded me that I was only wearing a small pair of underwear and a t-shirt. Another flush of humiliation crept up to my cheeks, making them burn.

“Why would I do that, darling? I’ve missed you more than you could ever imagine.” Chrollo’s words did not match his voice. It was too calm, like the waters before a storm.

My back strained at his words and I tried to push myself away from him. I stilled immediately when I felt the knife prick at the soft flesh of my neck, making my eyes go wide. “Get that away from my neck.”

“Are you going to run if I remove it?” He asked curiously, which I knew was more of a silent threat than a question.

“We both know how that’ll end.” I hissed, my shaky hands wiping the tears out of my eyes.

“Good girl.” He cooed, placing a kiss against the side of my head.

I squeezed my eyes tightly as I felt the warmth of his lips press into my hair. The knife and his arm left my body. I had to force myself to stand upright and not immediately fall to the floor since he was holding up most of my weight. My legs were still unsure of how to properly function, like a baby deer learning to take its first steps. Except I had the crushing weight of a killer just a few inches behind me, watching my every move to make sure I wasn’t going to bolt.

“Don’t call me that.” I spoke firmly, turning to face him now.

He wasn’t that much taller than me, but I still had to crane my neck to fully look up at him. While he slightly glanced down at me, looking at me through his thick lashes.

“If I remember correctly, you seemed to enjoy it a lot before?” His head tilted to the side and he grinned.

I scowled at his implication and moved towards my seat at the island. Chrollo allowed this, following behind me closely and taking the seat next to me. I glanced aimlessly around the kitchen, avoiding his gaze which was burning a side in my cheek. My eyes fell upon the counter, searching for something to help me.

If I were able to call for help, I could use the police as a small distraction to get away. I knew that the police would never be able to stop him, but it would give me a slight advantage of escaping. I hid the small glimmer of hope that crossed my face for a moment as I remembered that I had left my phone in the bathroom. If I could get access to it…

“You seem different.” Chrollo said, snapping me out of my daze.

I turned my head slowly to face him. “People change.” I reached for my glass of wine, which still had some liquid left, pouring the rest of the continents down my throat. It burned more than usual and I cringed.

“You’re so much more tense than before. Why is-”

“I don’t want to make small talk with you, Chrollo.” I snapped. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Chrollo seemed slightly taken back by my words, his eyes widened slightly before he reverted back. “I would think that you would be thankful for me. Afterall, your life was exponentially better when you were by my side, darling.”

I scoffed. “Thankful? I couldn’t be more regretful, actually.” My eyes narrowed dangerously, finishing off the glass of wine in another large gulp.

The more words spilled from his lips, the angrier I got. There was still that underlying fear that kept me from lashing out too much, in fear of my life.

“I think you’ve had enough of that.” He said casually, ignoring my hurtful words, his hand reaching forward to remove the glass of wine that I had been gripping harder than necessary out of my fingers and back onto the countertop. “You’ll get a headache if you drink too much.” He hinted towards the almost empty bottle.

I rolled my eyes at his words, he had only been here for a small amount of time and he was already trying to control what I was doing.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.” I said without a care, fiddling with my fingers instead now.

“y/n.” Chrollo warned softly, not quite fully annoyed with me yet, but he was starting to grow impatient with my growing boldness. “You must be awfully tired by now. We should get going.” He continued.

“I don’t want to go anywhere.” My voice was monotone.

“Are your legs still sore? I can carry you if that’s easier?” Chrollo offered, his gaze shifting towards the shakiness in my thighs, despite them resting upon the seat.

“I’m fine.” I bit back.

“Then go grab that packed bag you hide in your closet, that should be enough for where we’re going.” He instructed, his attention returned to the book that he was previously reading. “I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself, and then we’re leaving.”

My face burned in anger at his words, slightly taken back by him even knowing about that bag. I managed to hide my surprise by pushing myself off the chair the moment he finished his sentence. I didn’t even want to look at him right now, knowing that he would enjoy the shock on my face.

My feet carried me back towards my bedroom, shaking as I tried to hold back the pissed off tears that burned in the back of my eyes. I knew in the back of my mind that he would find me again, and that it was only a matter of time, but part of me didn’t want to believe it. I was content with my life and how it was. I could’ve spent the rest of my life in this tiny apartment and been happy if it meant that I would be away from him.

I pushed open my bedroom door, closing it softly behind me so I wouldn’t alert Chrollo.

As reality slowly began to set in, I found myself getting angrier and angrier. The rage was bubbling up in my stomach. The rage for my murdered friend. The rage for the murdered innocents that died by his hands. And the complete and utter destruction of my own life.

My bottom lip quivered as I pulled open the closet doors, reaching down for that little black bag that I had shoved into the corner all those months ago. I felt defeated. All those precautions that I took seemed to die in vain the moment I found him sitting on that fucking chair.

I took a moment to slip on some jogging pants as well, not wanting to be stuck in my night wear around him any longer. I ruffled through the bag as well, remembering that I had stashed a small pocket knife in the bottom of it. I sat on the ground, legs tucked beneath me as I weighed my options.

I tucked the knife back in the bag and zipped it back up.

“That was a good choice.” I heard his voice speak out from the doorway, it alarmed me and I flinched. He was so quiet that I didn’t even hear him creep up on me, I was too caught up in my thoughts. “But you won’t be needing that. Hand it over.” Chrollo took a few steps towards me, lowering himself to my crouched form.

Anger. I don’t know why all of the sudden I was taken over by a huge rush of it, but I was. It could have been due to his condescending tone or his constant calmness, but it pushed me over the edge. My teeth gritted together, lips pressed into a thin line as I reached for the knife. The air around us had become thick with tension as I tried to focus on my next moves.

He was crouched so close to me that if I were to move even an inch, I would end up brushing against him. I could feel the warmth of his body against my chilly one, sending a flood of anxiety into me. Instead of moving away like my body wanted to, I held my ground, determined not to show any weakness.

My eyes shifted to the side as my fingers fiddled with the blade, slowly moving it around the bag, careful not to cut myself on accident. I noticed that he was watching me closely, his lips pulled back into a ghost of a smile. A sticky layer of sweat formed on the back of my neck, his eyes burning holes into the side of my head.

Faster than he or I could even process, my hand ripped out of the bag, knife in hand as I brought the knife across his face. My eyes squeezed shut and I let out a shriek. As soon as I felt the small blade meet his flesh, I flung myself back from him. My butt scooted across the smooth flooring, my back smashing against the frame of my bed.

All rationality left my system as soon as I made that choice.

I had propelled myself so hard backwards that the force of my back hitting the hard wood of my bed made my grip falter and the knife fly out of my hands. My eyes widened and my breathing hitched as I sandwiched myself away from Chrollo.

He had not moved from his crouched position by my closet. I watched as his head dipped low and he touched his cheek with his fingers, which was now bleeding slowly. His eyes seemed to widen for a brief moment, shocked at my actions for once. He pulled his fingers back and examined the small amount of blood that lingered.

I moved my gaze towards the bloodied knife that rested by my feet, too paralyzed by fear to even think about moving for it.

“I didn’t want to resort to violence with you, darling.” Chrollo spoke softly, as if he was trying to scare me even more with his composure. “But your attitude is really starting to test my patience.” He gritted out the last word.

My mouth slacked open and I finally managed to push myself up, never taking my eyes off him. I half expected Chrollo to charge at me, but he didn’t. Instead, he remained crouched, but this time he was looking at me.

“I was hoping you’d be a little more compliant, but I see that you insist on being a stubborn brat.” His words echoed in my head as I forced myself to run towards the door, hoping my sudden action would take him by surprise.

It didn’t.

Chrollo caught me within seconds, shooting up from his position in a matter of moments. He caught me by the waist, wrapping both arms around me and pulling me back from the door. I cried out at the sudden invasion of my space and squirmed against him. My fingers dug into his forearms in attempts to get him to release me, but it didn’t work.

I kicked and bucked and screamed like a wild animal, all the whole Chrollo cooed sweet sayings in my ear that I couldn’t quite understand right now. His words were blocked out by the thudding of my heart in my ears.

His unrelenting grip was strong, which only fueled me to fight harder. My body twisted and squirmed against him, unable to stop the fear that controlled my actions now.

“I’m sorry for this.” Chrollo soothed, his hands tightening around my torso. “But it’s the only way to make sure you behave.” Blackness flooded my vision before I could escape his grip. My legs began to tremble more than usual, almost completely unable to hold myself up now. “Rest now.” My eyes fluttered backwards and I let myself fall completely into his hold.

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I NEED another soft spot 🤭 it was so bussin also just take your time no rush ok you got alot of request 🫶🫶🫶

OKAY, so I kinda combined it with another request, so I hope you still like it. God, I love writing these 🥹 I'm so glad you guys are asking for more parts. Anyway, I hope everyone's doing fine. Have a great day 🤍✨

Warnings: smut and a little bit angsty, just a little bit

Word count: 4538

“Both of you?”, you looked across the table. “Don’t worry, darling. Phinks will take care of you”. “B-but why both of you?”, you ignored Feitan’s attempt to intervene. “And Phinks? I barely know him”. “Darling”, Chrollo stopped while pouring you some more wine, “I need Feitan with me this time. I’m sorry”. “A-and when are you leaving?”, your eyes darted toward Feitan. “Tonight”, Feitan coldly replied. “And for how long?”, your eyes now focused on Chrollo. “A week. Maybe a little bit longer”.

“A week? Alone? With Phinks?”, your heart dropped to your stomach. “He’s … nice”, Feitan tried to hide his discontent. “He’ll be here shortly”, Chrollo added, “Be nice to him, okay?”. “Whatever”, you pushed your food to the side, “I’ll be upstairs”.

“Darling”.

Ah. There it was again. The hint of threat in his calm voice.

“What?”, your eyes fixed on the table.

“Be nice”.

It was ages ago since he hurt you. Since they hurt you… But you knew that tone. That lingering smirk on his face; telling you that there would be consequences if you disobeyed him.

“Y/N?”, Feitan’s cold voice burst through your bubble. “I’ll be nice”, a lump in your throat. “Good girl”, Feitan slowly walked behind you, “Don’t worry. We’ll get you something nice”.

You closed your eyes as his hands softly massaged your shoulders. You didn’t want them to leave you. You didn’t want to be left alone with someone you barely knew.

“And we’ll call, darling. So, stay close to Phinks, and don’t be a brat”. “What if Hisoka-“.

You didn’t mean to sound so fragile, but you couldn’t help it. You were scared. Scared that something was going to happen.

“Don’t worry. We took care of it, "Feitan kissed your temple carefully. A gesture he rarely did. “B-but-“, you tried to protest, to make them stay.

“Darling”, a small smirk on his face, “Enough”.

---

“And don’t let my darling into this room, Phinks”. “And make sure she takes these every morning, " Feitan signaled to the neatly stacked vitamins on the table next to you.

“Ugh”, a sigh you couldn’t contain as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Darling?”, Chrollo turned his head, “What’s wrong?”. “Nothing”, you shrugged your shoulders. “She doesn’t seem too happy”, Phinks gritted his teeth. “Don’t worry, we told her to behave”, Feitan’s cold eyes pierced through you.

“I can handle a brat, little Fei”, Phinks obviously forgot his boss was standing in front of him. “A brat?”, Chrollo coldly added. “Sorry boss, I was talking about Fei-“. “You’re here for her safety. If she needs something, anything, you’ll make sure she gets it. Understood?”.

“Boss”, the blonde bowed his head in agreement.

“That being said, if she does decide to act out of place-“. “You’ll call us first”, Feitan interrupted, “And we’ll tell you what to do”.

“Right, Fei”, Phinks clenched his jaw.

It was obvious the blonde didn’t like being ordered around by Feitan.

“Come here, darling”, Chrollo signaled you to come over. With heavy feet and a pout on your face, you obeyed. “We’ll be leaving now. Behave, okay?”. “Hm”, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close, “I’ll miss you”. “We’ll miss you too”, a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I’ll get you something nice”, Feitan carefully placed a strand of hair behind your ear as you turned around. “Thanks, Fei. Please come back soon”. “As soon as possible”.

---

Chrollo and Feitan were already gone for a couple of days, and you wanted nothing more than to have Phinks gone. You hated him. You hated the smug look on his face, the way he scoffed every time a snappy reply left your lips…

“I’m bored”, you sighed as you once again opened the fridge. “So?”, Phinks stood against the counter, his arms folded as he watched you.

You didn’t know if it was in your head, but you could feel him staring at you. You could feel his eyes gliding from the top of your head to your back.

“What the hell are you wearing?”. “Chrollo makes me wear this. He likes it”, you rolled your eyes. You still hated the little black nightgown he made you wear. “I can see why. It barely covers anything”, Phinks scoffed before walking to the couch in the living room.

You decided to ignore his reaction. You knew it was revealing, but you didn’t want to wear your clothes until you went to sleep.

“What are you going to watch?”, you stopped in front of the TV, already earning an annoyed smirk in response.

“You, apparently”.

“Don’t get your hopes up”, you rolled your eyes as you sat down next to him. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type”.

You didn’t know why you felt so offended. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, darling?”, a smug look on his face, “Can’t stand it when someone doesn’t worship you?”.

“If I’m not your type, then why do you keep looking at my breasts?”.

“I-I’m not!”, the blonde immediately sat up straight, angry eyes now staring into yours. “I think you are”, you smirked, “Can’t wait for Chrollo to call. He deserves to know what a pervert you are”.

You would never tell Chrollo anything like that. Not after the last time you did. Back when you were still scared of Feitan. Even though you were his darling, he was still a cruel man. One step out of line, and the consequences could be very painful.

“H-hey, stop it!”, a red blush on his cheeks. “So, what are you going to watch?”, you folded your arms. “I don’t know, a shitty movie”, he angrily picked up the remote.

“Okay”, you slowly stood up, “I’m going to bed”.

“Wait”, a serious look on his face, “Boss wants me to check the rooms before you go to sleep”. “You don’t have to-“, “Wait here”, he grabbed your arm, “I’m not kidding. Boss will kill me if something happens to you”.

You rolled your eyes, but you waited nonetheless. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared. That clown got to you.

“It’s safe, you can go”. “Thanks”, you quietly responded. A sudden anxious feeling washed over you. Something you didn’t understand. “Night Phinks”. “Goodnight”, he coldly replied before he sat down again.

Why? Why were your hands sweating? Why did it feel like there was no air anymore?

“S-shit”, with shaking hands, you opened the door to your room. “H-huh?’, your heart racing as you noticed a tall figure next to your bed. “H-hisoka?”, the name got stuck in your throat. Your hands nervously turned on the light.

“W-what?”, tears building up in the corners of your eyes. There was no one. Your mind was playing tricks on you. Were you going crazy?

The air. Why was there no air?

“I-I can’t breathe”, you hastily walked towards your window, but your legs gave up halfway.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t breathe. Were you going to die? Was this it? Did someone poison you?

“Y/N?”, Phinks knocked on your door, “I heard something, are you alright?”.

You wanted to respond, you really did, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow it.

“Y/N?”, Phinks raised his voice.

Somehow,his voice seemed so far away.

“I’m coming in”.

You didn’t want him to see you like this, but if someone did poison you…

“Y/N?”, a hint of distress in his voice as he saw you curled up on the floor. “What’s wrong?”, his hand immediately on your waist, his other brushing some hair from your face.

“I-I can’t-“, tears kept streaming down your cheeks, “I-I don’t want to die”.

“What happened?”, his eyes scanned the room, “Was someone here?”.

You couldn’t talk, so you shook your head in response.

“Ah, I see”, he carefully picked you up, “Are you scared?”.

You hastily bopped your head up and down.

“Heart racing? Think you’re going to die?”.

“Y-yes”, you hastily nestled your head into his chest. “Don’t worry”, Phinks carried you to your bathroom, “You’re having a panic attack. You’re not going to die”.

A panic attack?

“Is this the first time?”. “Hm”, you bopped your head up and down, your hands tugging at his shirt. “Control your breathing, okay?”, he carefully seated you inside your tub. “D-don’t-“, you desperately reached out for him once he let go. “I’m here”, his voice never sounded so soft before, “Stop crying, okay? It’s fine. You’refine”.

With blurred sight, you watched the blonde turn on the tap. A panic attack? This wasn’t a panic attack. It couldn’t be. You were going to die, you could feel it. Hisoka was here and-

“Here”, Phinks checked the temperature, trying to ignore your sobs. “Feel this”, rough hands grabbed yours, “Try to concentrate on this feeling”.

“H-huh?”, you could feel your eyes widen. “Just concentrate on it. It feels nice, doesn’t it?”. “I-it does”. “How many bottles of shampoos do you have stacked here?”, he chuckled, “Can you count them for me?”. “A-a lot”. “Count them”, his large hands softly massaging yours as the hot water pours into the tub. “Seven, no.. Eight”.

Finally, your sight wasn’t as blurry, and your heart wasn’t jumping out of your chest anymore. You could breathe again.

“That’s it”, a smile on his face, “Good girl”. “A-are you sure no one’s here?”, your voice still shaking. “I’m sure sweetheart, I checked twice”. “O-okay”, you softly pulled your hands back, “I-I’m fine, thank you”. “You’re not”, he closed the tap, “You’re shaking”. “Sorry”, you pulled your knees to your chest. “Don’t”, he stood up, “I’ll leave you to it, try to relax”. “L-leave?”, your eyes darted towards the blonde. “You can’t take a bath with your clothes still on”. “I-I don’t need a bath-“, “You can’t go to bed with wet clothes either. I’ll be just outside the door”.

Your heart sunk to your stomach once you heard the door close. You didn’t want to be alone, not right now. With careful steps, you got out of bad. Right, you didn’t have another nightgown here.

"Phinks?”, you shyly called out, hands wrapped around your waist. “What’s wrong?”, he slowly opened the door, “Can I look?”. “Y-yes”, you shivered, “I need a new nightgown”. “Are you an idiot?”, he hastily grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you, “You’ll get sick”.

Why did your heart flutter when you felt his big arms wrap around you?

“T-thanks”, your cheeks red as you looked up at the blonde.

Why did he look at you like that? Why were his arms still wrapped around you?

“I-I’ll get you… You know. Uhm-“, he nervously stuttered. “T-thanks”, you turned your head to the side, not wanting him to see your pink cheeks.

A strange feeling rose to your stomach. You hated him, you truly did, but you used to hate Feitan too. Was something wrong with you? No, you were confused, that’s all. You had a panic attack, and you missed Chrollo and Feitan more than anything.

“Here”, Phinks’ arm appeared through the door, “Get changed. I’m tired”. “Thanks”, you gently grabbed the piece of fabric.

Why did his hand feel so soft all of a sudden? You swore they felt rough minutes ago.

“Is there something wrong?”. “H-huh?”, you popped out of your trance before noticing your hand was touching his.

You felt embarrassed. How long were you standing there?

“S-sorry”, you hastily shook your head before pulling your hand away. .

You immediately closed the door again before putting it on.

“Ready”, you closed the door behind you. Phinks was sitting on your bed, patiently waiting for you. “Good”, he cleared his throat, “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Goodnight”.

“Night”.

---

“H-huh?”, you woke up in the middle of the night, sweat dripping from your forehead.

You could hear it. His evil laugh, the cards flipping…

“N-no”, you pulled the sheets to your chest, “G-go away, please-“.

You didn’t want to get poisoned again. You didn’t want to die.

“Leave me alone, please”, you cried out, arms safely wrapped over your head.

Footsteps.

“No, no, no”, tears streaming down your cheek, “Get out, leave me alone!”.

“Y/N?”, a concerned voice broke through the darkness, “Who’s here? Where?”.

“H-hisoka, he-“.

“Hisoka?”, Phinks’ voice sounded steady, “He can’t be here. Chrollo took care of it”. “B-but I heard him. He was laughing and-”. “Sweetheart”, the blonde rubbed through his eyes, “He isn’t here, and even if he was, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you”. “B-but last time-“. “Look”, he slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, “I’ll sleep on the ground, okay? If anyone enters this room, I’ll make sure you’re safe”.

“O-okay”, you wiped the tears from your cheek, “Just don’t leave me alone, please. I’m scared”. “I’ll stay. Just get some sleep, okay?”.

You watched as he took a blanket out of the basket next to your bed. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t sleep. You never felt so scared in your life.

“Phinks?”, you opened your eyes, heart once again racing. “Phinks? Are you here?”. “Hm? A low grunt next to your bed. “I-I can”t sleep”, tears already streaming down your cheeks. “Why? I’m here”.

You couldn’t ask him to… You knew that, but you felt so, so scared.

“C-can you please sleep next to me? Please Phinks”. “Y/N”, Phinks quietly responded, “You know I can’t do that”. “W-why not?”. “Boss would kill me, and Feitan too”. “B-but I’m scared. I w-won’t tell him. I promise”.

You could see the blond study every corner of your room. Probably to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Fine”, he clicked his tongue, “Move”.

You hastily shuffled to the other side. Relief flooded over you once you felt the warmth of his body next to yours.

“Thank you”, you quietly whispered, your back facing his.

---

You slowly rubbed your eyes as the sunlight kissed your bedsheets. “10.30?”, you frowned, “Never sleep this long-“.

Your heart froze once you realized his arm was wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of yours.

“P-Phinks?”. “What?”, he snapped back, obviously not realizing what was happening. “Y-you’re… Your arm-“. “Huh?”, you could feel his grip loosen, “S-shit”, he immediately let go, “I’m sorry. Please don’t tell boss. I didn’t mean to-“.

But you liked it. You liked having his body pressed against yours.

“I-it’s fine… You can hold me. I like it”.

You were playing with fire. You knew that.

Without responding, he slowly placed his arm back around your waist. “Thanks”, a content smile on your face as you shuffled closer to him.

Was it because you were lonely? Because you missed Chrollo and Fei?

“Want some breakfast?”, he tightened his grip, not ready to let you go. “Please”, you gently intertwined your hand with his. “Got to let me go, sweetheart”. “R-right”, you cleared your throat. “Avocado toast?”. “Perfect”.

---

“Boss called, he’s coming back today”.

A few days passed, and Phinks kept sleeping next to you – because you asked him to. You didn’t know why, but sleeping alone wasn’t really your forte after what happened with Hisoka, and well… You enjoyed Phinks’ company. Chrollo and Feitan didn’t need to know, right? After all, you were just cuddling each other.

“Right”, you took a sip from the smoothie Phinks made you, “I’ll get changed. He’ll be back soon”.

---

“Darling”, Chrollo dramatically opened his arms once he saw you, “I’ve missed you”. “I’ve missed you too”, you eagerly nestled your head against his chest. “And you too, Fei”, you now wrapped your arms around Feitan.

“Phinks?”, a smile on Chrollo’s face, “Thank you for taking care of our darling”.

That tone. Something wasn’t right. He knew.

“You enjoyed his company, darling?”. “Hm”, you slowly nodded.

You couldn’t talk. They would hear your shaking voice.

“Enjoyed it a little too much?”, Feitan widened his eyes, his aura flooded with anger. “Are you accusing me of something, little Fei?”, Phinks’ frowned.

His heart must be racing. He must be nervous too, right?

“Fei”, Chrollo calmly raised his hand, his eyes locked on Phinks. “Tell me, Phinks”, a dangerous smile on Chrollo’s face, “Why does she smell like you?”. “I don’t know boss”, Phinks humbly lowered his head.

“What about you? Do you know why, darling?”.

This isn’t good. You couldn’t lie. They’d know.

“I-I asked him to sleep with me. I-I mean, in one bed. N-next to me”.

“Why?”, Feitan’s aura exploded, but his voice was calm as ever. “I-I had a panic attack, and I was afraid, and I thought I saw Hisoka and-“, you rambled, unable to catch your breath.

“So”, Chrollo interrupted you, “You asked another man to sleep next to you?”. “Y-yes”, your heart dropped to your stomach. “I know I said you had to listen to her, Phinks… But sleeping next to my darling? Touching her?”. “H-he didn’t-“, you tried to intervene. “Lie again and I’ll remind you of whom you belong to”, Feitan was suddenly standing behind you, his nails digging into your arm.

“Sorry boss”, Phinks loudly swallowed.

“And you wanted more, right?”, Feitan tightened his grip, his lips hovering next to your ear.

You couldn’t lie. They’d know.

“Y-yes”, you closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheek.

You were scared. You could see Chrollo’s threatening smile, the way he was looking at Phinks…

“Let her go, Fei”, Chrollo kept looking at the blonde. “So, darling. I guess you need to be reminded whom you belong to, right?”.

“P-please, don’t hurt me-“. “On your knees”, Chrollo nodded, “Show Phinks whom you belong to”.

“Huh?”. “You heard him”, Feitan’s umbrella on your shoulder, “Knees”.

You didn’t even try to disobey.

“Boss, I know she’s yours”, Phinks’ eyes locked onto the ground. “Strange, you didn’t seem to when we were gone”, Chrollo gently stroked your cheek, his eyes still looking at the blonde.

“What are you waiting for?”, Feitan smirked, “Show us what you wanted to do with Phinks”.

With shaking hands, you opened his belt.

“Were you wet when you thought about him?”, Chrollo looked down.

No response. You couldn’t.

“You already have two men who are willing to give you everything you need and more. Are you really saying you need a third?”.

“N-no!”, you looked at him, with glossy eyes.

“Prove it”, he softly grabbed your wrist, placing your hand on his member. “Show Phinks you’re mine”.

It was embarrassing, it really was, but you liked it. You liked the way Phinks’ breathing got heavier, the way you felt his eyes burn at the back of your head when Chrollo guided you.

“Tsk, she’s enjoying this”, Feitan’s brows pulled together, “Look”.

“N-no”, you tried to protest once you could feel Feitan lift your dress with his umbrella.

“Darling?”, Chrollo gently pulled your face away from his member, “Sit down on the couch and spread your legs”. “C-chrollo-“. “We know you’re enjoying this”, Feitan grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind him, “Sit and spread your legs”.

You knew your panties were soaked. You couldn’t help it. You sat down on the couch, your legs wide open.

“Ah, I see”, Chrollo chuckled, “Were you this wet for Phinks?”. “N-no-“.

“Look”, Feitan signaled the blonde to come over, “This for you”. “F-fei-“, Phinks tried to protest, but once Chrollo raised his hand he obeyed nonetheless.

“Look Phinks”, Chrollo sat down next to you, “She’s this wet for you”. “Boss, I’m sure-“. “Tell him”, Chrollo turned his head to look at you, his digits softly stroking over your panties.

“I-I’m this wet for you”, you turned your head to the side, trying to keep yourself from moaning.

“Tsk”, Phinks clenched his jaw, trying to keep his hands away from his hard member.

“Ask him”, Feitan stood in front of you, his hand wrapped around your cheeks, “We know you want it”.

“H-huh?”, you looked at Chrollo. “Ask him, darling”.

“Please”, your voice shaking, “Make me feel good, Phinks”.

A sudden silence filled the room. He didn’t want to, right?

“Don’t worry”, Chrollo looked at his Spider, “You can fuck her”.

“Hmpf”, you quickly placed a hand on your mouth as you felt Chrollo push your panties to the side, one finger slowly pumping in and out of you.

You were willing to beg at this point.

“Are you this wet for me, sweetheart?”, the blonde signaled Feitan to move.

“I-I am”, an innocent look on your face. “Then why don’t you take your panties off for me?”.

“See, darling? He wanted to fuck you too”, Chrollo slowly removed his hand from your panties, “Be a good toy for him, okay? Phinks is one of my strongest members. He deserves to feel good”.

“I-I’ll be good”, you let your panties fall onto the ground.

“Tsk, good? You’re a brat”, Feitan coldly sighed while sitting down next to you.

Was this a dream? You were sitting between Feitan and Chrollo, while Phinks was going to-

“Here, we’ll help”, Chrollo gently pushed your leg to the side. Feitan coldly looked to the side before doing the same.

“Shit”, Feitan slowly sat down on one knee, “So pretty”. “Hmpf”, you wanted to press your legs together when you felt his tongue against your clit, but Feitan and Chrollo kept your legs in place. “And sweet too”, Phinks smirked. “You sure boss?”, a serious look on his face.

“Do with her as you please”, Chrollo coldly replied, “Our darling gets whatever she wants, but you’ll still get punished after this, Y/N”.

God, you hated it when he called you by your name. That meant he was being serious.

“I know”, you looked at the dark-haired man, “B-but can Phinks fuck me now?”. “Tsk”, you could feel Feitan’s nails pressing into your soft flesh, “Impatient brat”.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart”, Phinks dropped his pants to the ground, “I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw you in that short nightgown”. “P-please”, you looked at the blonde.

He was big. Bigger than Chrollo or Fei. For a second you were scared it was too big.

“Ssh”, Phinks cupped your cheek with one hand as he slowly pressed his tip against your entrance, “Y-you’re so tight, fuck. I can see why boss and Fei share you”.

“Wait until she comes”, Feitan glared at the blonde, “Bet you can’t keep yourself from coming once she does”.

“S-shit”, Phinks slowly thrust in and out of you, “Could come right now. She’s addicting”.

“Darling?”, Chrollo placed a small kiss on your temple as you tried to keep yourself from being too loud. “Tell him what you are. Talk to him like you talk to us”.

Talk? You couldn’t talk. You were a mess.

“F-feels so good, P-phinks”, your hands on his chest, “Y-you’re so big, s-so deep-“. “Shit”, Phinks grunted as he felt you clench around him. “Y-you can do whatever you want to me, Phinks. I’m y-your cumdump, your little toy-“. “No”, the blonde chuckled, “You’re divine, and right now, you’re my goddess”.

“Tsk”, Feitan scoffed. “Fei”, a threatening smile on Chrollo’s face. You knew this wasn’t how he expected it to go.

“I don’t care what you want to be. You’re nothing less than divine”, Phinks placed a kiss on your cheek, “Can you turn around for me?”. “H-hm”, you nodded as he pulled out. “F-fei? C-Chrollo?”, you looked at the two men who were still holding your legs.

“Hands and knees”, Chrollo stood up, “Fei and I are going to use that pretty mouth of yours, right Fei?”. “Hm”, Fei coldly nodded.

Within a minute, Phinks was thrusting in and out of you, while you tried your best to keep Fei and Chrollo happy.

“T-that’s right, darling”, Chrollo’s hand was wrapped in your hair, “Look at me while Phinks takes you”.

“S-She’s going to come”, Phinks chuckled, “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you enjoy this”. “Don’t you dare stop”, Chrollo grabbed your jaw, “Keep sucking. I’m going to stuff your mouth while you’re coming”.

God, you never felt this good. You couldn’t think straight anymore. It felt as if the world around you disappeared.

“Good girl”, Phinks placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder. “S-shit”, Chrollo smirked, “Be nice and swallow”.

“Move”, Feitan signaled Chrollo, “Want to fuck her but guess Phinks get the honor to come inside her. I’ll fuck her later”.

F-feitan”, you tried to keep your head up, but Phinks felt too good. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you”, the blonde wrapped his hand in your hair, lifting your head so Feitan could easily fuck your mouth.

“Good girl”, Phinks’ lips brushed over your ear, “You’re so good for letting Fei use you like that”.

“Darling?”, Chrollo smiled while putting his pants back on, “Make Fei finish. I want you to talk to Phinks”.

Right. You knew just what to do to make Fei come.

“F-fuck”, Feitan let his head fall back, “J-just like that”.

Two minutes was all that it took.

“So good”, Feitan brushed some strands of your hair from your face, “Now be good one more time, okay?”.

“Talk to him”, Chrollo handed Feitan his clothes, “He’ll come within minutes”.

But you didn’t want him to come. You were enjoying this way too much.

“P-Phinks? C-can I lay down on my back? I want to look at you”. “Whatever you want, sweetheart”.

You loved it. How sweet he was. How gently his hands wrapped around your waist, turning you on your back.

“K-kiss me”, you shyly asked, your hands wrapped around his arms. “Boss?”, Phinks kept his eyes locked with yours. “Whatever she wants”, Chrollo held his arm in front of Feitan, who was ready to punch his friend.

You weren’t used to this. To a kiss so gently and so sweet.

“Phinks?”, you looked at him with big eyes, “I-I want you to come for me, okay? Can you do that?”. “S-shit”, Phinks let his head rest on your shoulder, “Y-your voice. I’d do anything for you”. “I want you to come with me, Phinks. I want you to come inside me”. “I-Inside?”, Phinks’ eyes studied yours. “Please”, you loudly swallowed, trying to keep your orgasm away. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to breed me?”, you gently stroked his cheek, “What it feels like to come inside me?”. “I-I’m going to-“. “Ssh, it’s okay. You can come. I’ll come with you. You want that? Want to feel me clench around you while you fill me up?”. “Fuck, you’re something else”, he crashed his lips against yours, his thrusts getting sloppier. “Ready, sweetheart?”. “R-ready”, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I-I’m coming”. “S-shit, me too”.

Was this your best orgasm yet? You were a shaking mess.

“You okay?”, Phinks eyes studied yours. “N-never been better”, you smiled back.

“See?”, Chrollo helped you sit up straight as Phinks put his clothes back on, “Such a good girl”.

“F-fei?”, you searched the room. “You know him, darling. He gets a bit jealous sometimes. He’s going to need more attention than usual today”.

“Phinks?”, Chrollo looked at the blonde, “Try not to tell this to the others. I think three is more than enough to share her with”.

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