#hxh chrollo lucilfer

[0asisbliss]

Even if he did bad things. Even if he was a terrible person to some people. He was your baby behind closed doors. He didn’t do any of that “evil”, or “weird” stuff people go on, and on about. But when he was with you? Oh my no, never. If anything he would want you to hold him, love him, suffocate, and smother him with nothing but your warmth. Maybe he could even cry in your chest? Yeah?

Gojo, Geto, Yuuji, Choso, JJK) Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo, (BSD) Rengoku, Genya, Sanemi, Gyomei, (DS) Aizawa, (MHA) Chrollo, Kurapika, (HXH) or any of your other faves.

[rotten-pomegranate]

Adult trio with a reader that has wings

Headcannon Request are open

I’m on a road trip so I’ll be writing 💪🏻

Warnings: it gets smuts in hisokas part, mentions of reader getting pinned down, mentions of Chrollo and illumi using reader to break the law

꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Illumi

Illumi likes look at them and randomly runs his hands over them from time to time just to feel them

Definitely finds them useful for locating targets, literally just hands you a photo and tells you to fly over the city until you find them

Will definitely train you to keep them quiet so you can Sneek into places easier

His family is probably cool with you because your kids will have wings and special skills as well

Hisoka

Hisoka is a very sexual being and naturally he finds many ways to use your wings against you in the bedroom

He definitely likes tying them to your back or pushing you into the bed really roughly with them

He also probably randomly comes up and yanks feathers out to see that little jump you do

And if you have a mating call or dance he might go crazy every time he hears it because he knows you want him

He lives flouncing around with you on his arm in public watching as all the eyes go to you and your beautiful wings

Chrollo

If your a bird that takes shiney things like a crow then he’ll probably meat you because your getting chased down the street by the police for stealing and he saves you

Trust that he will get you every shiney necklace or bracelet you could have ever dreamed of

Like illumi he may also use your ability to fly to his advantage by getting you to spy or identify people

And seance crows remember faces he’ll use that to

He’ll love you wings regardless but if they are shiny and black he’ll be head over heals

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[machi-komacineee]

Pics of my pretty boy ( low quality ) 💕

[manias-wordcount]

With Yandere Chrollo… or normal Chrollo… i’m guessing he would want to have his s/o by his side at all times… considering the phantom troupe moves a lot and doesn’t have a specific place where they live… where do you think their s/o would go? like how would they shower and where would they sleep… or does Fhrollo just keep them by him at all times kind of

Useless (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 "𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲" 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲- 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 (𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗟𝗢𝗟), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗽. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“Um…Chrollo? I was wondering…”

  You hate this feeling.

  “...Is there anything I can do to help?”

  Yet it follows you everywhere.

  “Hmm?” A soft hum is your only verbal response. For now, at least.

  At your question, Chrollo’s eyes turn to the side and fall onto you. His gaze is warm- it always is warm when it lands onto you. He always carries that soft look about him whenever he gazes in your direction. It’s a kind, sweet look. One that shows he’s doting. One that shows he’s loving. One that shows he cares. As if that’s all he ever does. And sure, you’ve come to learn that he has the utmost care and respect for the other members of the Phantom Troupe. But you were never like the other spiders. Hell, you’re not even really a spider. You will never be a real spider. Not like the rest of them. The way he looks at you tells you that every single day. But still, you have to…

  “Please Chrollo! I want to help!” 

  …you have to at least try.

  You hate begging. And you hate begging him of all people. He’s always the first person to give you whatever you want. He’s always the first person to get you whatever you need. Whenever your eyes linger too long on an item in a display case, he’s quick to just snap and order someone to fetch it for you. You don’t even have to say a word. You don’t even have to lift a finger. He gives you so, so much without question. And so much more without fail. It feels wrong to beg him for something. But this is the one thing. The one thing you can’t help but grow desperate for. Because your fight against this feeling is making you grow weak. Weaker than you already are, and you hate this feeling. You hate it. You hate it. You hate it. 

  “Hmm…I think it’s better if you just stay right here, yeah?”

  But Chrollo seems to love that for you.

  Even as you look up at him with a quivering lip and tears threatening to line your eyes, he just stares back and gives you a warm smile. He pats the small floor pillow on the ground right next to him expectantly. He pats your seat, and his raised eyebrow tells you that it's not looking for a challenge- just for you to comply. And it would be so easy. It would be so easy. He gives you so much. He takes care of you all the time. He protects you. He spoils you. He feeds and clothes and he loves you. And you truly believe him whenever he holds you close at night and tells you how he would burn the world for you if you would ever put in the request.

  But you can’t. You can’t put in any more requests. You’re tired of putting in requests. You’re tired of it all. You’re tired of sitting idly by watching people run in and out of danger all because it’s what your boyfriend commanded. You’re tired of watching people run and out of danger because they’re doing something for you. 

  “Please Chrollo…I won’t go far, I promise! I just want to help the others!” You try asking again, this time with even more desperation in your voice. You know might be fruitless. That he might not even spare another thought in this direction. And you know you’re not as strong as the others. You know you don’t have the same toughness as someone who grew up in Meteor City. You know you don’t have the same strength as someone with large muscles or powerful Nen. You know you’re nothing but an ant compared to a great and powerful beast like a spider. You know it all too well. But still… “I just…I just don’t want to be useless anymore…”

  You have to at least try.

  “What did you just say?”

  At his response, you couldn’t help but freeze. There was something chilling about this voice that he used with you. It wasn’t harsh. But it certainly wasn’t something that you were used to. That warm look that you grew so used to had already been wiped clean off his face. Now, you were met with a firm frown and eyes that had grown dangerously cold. You can’t recall a moment you had ever seen him with such an emotion on his face. At least, when the feeling was directed toward you. And right now? You’re just not sure what to do.

  You didn’t mean to trail off when you spoke your last words. You didn’t mean to show him any form of weakness. You owe so much of your life and your comfort and your happiness to him. But at the same time- it’s like you’re suffocating. You’re always by his side. And when you’re not, you’re at least within his sight. Or much to his favor, within arm’s length. Before him, you were a functioning human being. A person with a life. A person who was able to get by, even if all you did was exist in a mundane little bubble. But now with him and the troupe in your life, everything was able to change. 

  Sure, you were always by at least 3 major criminals every second of your life, but you got to meet so many new people. And sure, you were always being dragged along from hideout to hideout while staying out of view from the general public in favor of being Chrollo’s protected little pet, but you got to have so many new things. Things you always wanted. Things you never thought you would get. Things you never heard of before. All of them- delivered on a silver platter just for you.

  “I just said I wanted to help…” Begin in an almost silent whisper. “That’s all I wanted to do…”

  But this new lifestyle made you feel like you were unable to care for your own well-being. Chrollo is your bodyguard to the bathroom. Chrollo is your blanket, your pillow, and your security system all wrapped into one. He gives you everything. He provides you with everything. Yet the only thing you’re good for is sitting right next to him. Letting him curl his fingers through your hair as he reads. Climbing onto him and wrapping your arms around him whenever he pats his lap. Smiling at him- just because he wanted to see that his dearest was still happy. Just because he wanted to see if his dearest needed anything. But compared to all that he does- this is nothing. It will always be nothing. So that’s why you had to ask. That’s why you have to do this. For troupe. For him. 

  For yourself.

  “I’m sorry, Chrollo! But I really do want to help!” You continue, your eyes now alight with a new flame. A new desire to take back what was once yours in your life. “Please? You have to let me! I just don’t want to be useless any-”

  “Don’t.”

  The word is barked at you. With all the ferocity of a wild dog. With all the strength of a thousand men. It shatters glass. It sets off bombs. The word is barked at you. With the same chilling feeling as hell freezing over. And that frozen mess- it reaches you quickly. It reaches you easily. Taking over your body and filling you with fear. And in no time at all, it stops your heart. In fact, you swear it stops time itself. All you’re left with is the echo of his voice saying that same word in that same voice, over and over again. 

  You don’t even realize that you’re shaking until you see his hands slowly reaching and grabbing yours. You peel your eyes away from the now worried expression he has on his face to look down at your joined hands. You don’t think about how his brow was knitted together. You just think about how your hands fit into his comfortably, like they always do. You don’t think about how the corner of his lips was tugged downwards into a small frown. You just think about warm his palms are are his fingers lace between yours. And you don’t think about the pain welling up in his eyes at the very thought of potentially hurting you. You just think about useless you are when it comes to comforting him. 

  You just think about how he’s already taking care of you.

   “Don’t…say that.” He continues, his voice in a low murmur as he tugs you closer to him. His words feel heavy. Your heart feels heavy. One minute you’re begging him to allow you to help in some way. The next minute, you’re terrified- left shaking in fear at the sight of a side of him you thought you would have never seen. And the minute after that? You’re regretting the whole mess you started. “You’re not useless. You’ve never been useless. Not to me.”

  When you’re finally close enough, his hands pull always from yours and settle on your hips. He brings you into his chest. He holds you tight. And when that isn’t enough? He holds you tighter. And even as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin? Even as he whispers compliments and praises into your body? Your mind can’t help but settle on that feeling once more. That feeling that you hate, hate, hate so much. A feeling that Chrollo inadvertently gives you. A feeling that you know Chrollo hates for you too.

  “I won’t say it anymore. I promise…”

  Even if he has a funny way of showing it.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hiii cutie! Could you perhaps write with this idea:

Imagine during meteor city era... The troupe's founding members are hanging out, and reader, who is best friends with everyone, did/said smth. Then one of the member, Shalnark obviously, goes like "wow I think you spend too much time with (a certain other member), you start to sound/act like them". Everyone else goes "Yea I agree" but reader is only like"??? D: I do ???" as the members tease them to no end.

Thank youuu♥️

Hello! Yes a hxh ask (I’ve been wanting to write for hxh for so long but I’ve been busy with twst ;-;)! Thank you!

Troupe teasing their childhood friend

The spider was formed, the legs and the head was assigned, and now they just had to figure out what to do next. They could go steal within the city, maybe murder a few of the mafia scouts that were hiding amongst the Meteorites, or leave for the outer world. Shalnark seemed adamant on leaving and so did Uvogin and Nobunaga, but Feitan and Phinks wanted to stay behind and kill some of the mafia. Chrollo decided to stay within the city for now, just so they can get used to each other.

They did this for a week, and soon enough everyone knew each other like they were friends for years. Most of them were tbh, but some were new.

You were Chrollo’s childhood friend, and you had known Franklin and Phinks since you were playing with Chrollo and they always joined. You were happy to get to know everyone, and you were part of the troupe as well.

“Hey, Fetian, maybe pickpocketing isn’t the most harmful thing to do?” Machi asked, she was talking about Feitan’s habit of pickpocketing people while in the streets. She wanted to do bigger tasks, but for now Chrollo didn’t seem to mind the petty thievery.

“It useful to take,” Feitan spoke back.

“Whatever helps the collective in the end is what matters,” you chimed in, the rest of the group looked at you. Then Shalnark began to laugh.

You raised an eyebrow, and everyone else seemed to understand why Shalnark was laughing except you.

“Man, what are you going to say now, ’the group is what matters, not the individual?’” Shalnark was asking you about the way you spoke. You shrugged. “I mean it’s not wrong.”

Then everyone else started to laugh, you didn’t get what was wrong until Shalnark asked again.

“Y/n you’ve hung around Chrollo for so long you’re starting to be him!” Everyone else agreed

You shook your head, saying that wouldn’t be possible, even giving the same expression Chrollo has when he’s surprised.

“Haha, Chrollo jr!” “Chrollo 2.0” “Chrollo actually has a clone” the troupe begins to tease you about this lightly, even calling out how you two seem really close to the point that you guys might be dating. You laugh it off, saying that maybe he is rubbing off on you.

“What’s going on?” they heard Chrollo again, he was coming back from his meeting with the elders of the city. He was carrying a bag similar to yours. “Let’s get going, shall we?” he motioned them in the same way you did.

The troupe only erupted into more laughter. “Both of you guys are becoming copies of each other haha!”

Chrollo’s confused, but you just pat him on the back. “It’s nothing to worry about,” you sigh, smiling at him. He smiles back. “They say good thinkers think alike.”

You would notice from there on how much you guys both seemed to rub off on each other, perhaps it was because Chrollo was the closest person to you. Either way, it was nice to have someone so close and similar to you, even if that put you in the position of getting teased by the rest of the spider.

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Chrollo

[cheesecakethots]

yanderes who insist on washing with you

nanami who after a long and tiring day just wants to ease himself into a warm bath, with you tucked against his chest. his large hands, usually used for destruction in his job, are now softly running scented products through your hair. after you’re both done, he’ll sit on the toilet, legs spread, and wrap a towel around you while you stand anxiously and naked in front of him. he finds it soothing to dry you off this way.

geto and gojo who’ll force you into a shower with them, gojo at your front and geto against your back. it’s the time they’re the most quiet, simply breathing out sighs and relaxing as the water turns warm. gojo is much more open in these moments, more prone to wrapping his arms around you and whispering soft things that unfortunately do more to scare you than soothe you. geto will be the one washing your hair as gojo clings to the both of you like you’re his only lifelines. sometimes they try and fit all of you into a bath, but it’s a struggle. gojo finds it pretty funny and likes to splash you with water, sometimes resulting in a fight you know you can’t win.

chrollo has a specific fantasy of sharing a bath with his darling, of having them both sit and hold each other in the most vulnerable of fashions. he enjoys the idea of you sitting between his legs in the bath while he reads a book aloud, and then carrying you out when you doze off against his chest.

uvogin also likes the idea of a bath with you, specifically thinking about you trying to wash him. he probably won’t fit in the bath all that well, but that makes the fantasy all the better in his eyes.

shigaraki sitting on the opposite end of the bath to you, too worried about scaring you off. he’s not the same monster he used to be when he first got you. in the past, he would’ve used this as an opportunity to commit less than savoury acts against you, to scare and terrify you as much as possible. now he just wants to be close to you, to soothe you, to see you happy. he’ll sit and watch you, voice soft and movements slow. maybe one day you’ll be alright with him helping you wash, but not this day and not for many after it.

choso clings to you from behind when you shower, head pressing to the crevice of your neck and muscular arms wrapping around your waist. have him lean down so you can wash his hair and he’ll be a little happier for the rest of the week. he especially likes going into bed with you, still naked after a shower, and just holding you, keeping you as close as humanly possible. he won’t let anyone harm you, not with him around.

[chrollc]

“You look like you’re about to kill someone.”

[mirgothx]

The last illustration of this year btw

[starfishdrawz]

this is what happened

[0asisbliss]

How HXH characters react to you cooking for them

Characters included: Chrollo, Kurapika, Pakunoda, Feitan, Illumi, Shalnark.

A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while..😭

Chrollo:

He's fairly surprised, but then he isn't that's what's just expected of you. I mean you love him and you care for him, and you’re just showing that by doing this small simple act.

•May go over and give you small faint kisses on your cheek.

•Asks if you need help with anything.

•Loves it when you cook his favorite foods

•Will steal buy those cute aprons that say corny shit like “Guess who’s cooking?” Or, “Kiss the cook.” He will. Multiple times.

•If you like cooking dishes specifically from your culture he would looove it. Giving you compliments like “Honey it smells amazing”, “Whatever your cooking I’d like to try it because it looks good.”.

•Likes when you bring the food to him too. He’s patiently waiting for you to finish, and you sit two plates down at the dinner table.

•Chrollo has always liked when you two would sit down and chat about how your days went, while eating some type of delicious meal. It’s even better when you cook it.

•Tries to be helpful, but will listen if you tell him you’ve got it.

Kurapika:

He already introduced you to his love of seeing you cooking. He never verbally told this though. You found out from him when he came home one day after work to see you in the kitchen stirring up a pot of pasta. You didn’t notice he was home until he was standing beside you staring at you in awe.

•When you noticed that he likes seeing you cook when his eyes sparkled the minute they laid on you once he entered your shared home.

•Tries to help you by chopping up vegetables, or washing meats.

•He helps you season the meats also.

•Or he could just stand behind you and hug your waist while you fry up some meat.

Feitan:

•Clingy. He doesn’t try to be though he just stands there behind you and watches as your stir something in a pot.

•Sometimes you think it’s because he thinks you’re going to poison him. You even asked him.

“Fei?”

“….Yes..”

“Do you really think I’m going to poison you?”

“….”

•He did nothing but stare at you, but that was enough of an answer that you needed.

•Man is this man’s chop game astonishing. You give him 3 cucumbers and he has them all chopped up in 3 seconds. Maybe all of that killing has its benefits.

•Will just stand there beside you and watch like a little kid.

•Will ask to help every now and then. When understand if you say no.

Shalanark:

Another clingy one. Hugs your waist from behind while he watches you look for seasonings in your cabinet. He thinks it’s cute when you cook for him. He starts to steal buy you cooking supplies, aprons, and ingredients for you to cook more for him.

•He’ll tell you some of his favorite dishes, and constantly compliment your cooking.

•Never to critical. He’ll be honest with you when you ask him about the food. He’ll tell you what went wrong, and right.

•Loves helping you. Will do it either if you ask him or not.

•He always say thank you every time you set the plate down on the table. He likes the little talks you two have while you eat dinner.

•Will listen to you ramble about your day.

Pakunoda:

Thinks it’s cute when your in the kitchen cooking for her. Will go grocery shopping with you once you pick up the ingredients. Giving you advise on higher quality brands, and other food items.

•She thinks you might hurt yourself while cutting so she cuts everything for you.

•Pakunoda thinks that you both should cook for each other once she sees you cooking for her, so you guys end up taking turns in cooking and watching.

•She finds different ways to help you out. If she’s not cutting something she’s seasoning something. If she’s not seasoning something she could be measuring some type of liquid.

•She’s a foodie. She’ll love anything you cook her. Especially if you cook your cultural foods! (Doesn’t matter where your from)

•Everytime you cook for her she’ll say thank then begin to eat. (She’s so sweet💓)

Illumi:

He usually has his butlers cook for him, but once you ask him to come over as a date he’s hooked. He’ll ask you so many questions. He won’t sit down and watch he’ll stand over you to see exactly what you’re doing. It’s not as cute as when feitan may stand beside you he just stares, and not even blinking.

•He’ll ask questions the whole time.

•He’s also another one that’s good at chopping things.

•He might not look like it but he has a major sweet tooth!

•He likes it when you bake for him just as much when you cook dinner for him.

•Will tell what he likes about the dish at dinner.

•He may never admit it, but he likes it when you invite him over to cook for him.

•He likes the way you smile every time he says something good about the way it tastes.

“Illumi?”

“Yes darling? Is there something wrong?”

“So? Uhm.. how does it taste?”

“…I like it. Actually it tastes great. You’ve did a good job.”

•He may even pat your head once he gets up, and leaves

That’s it for today lovelies! Have a great day, and remember to drink enough water, eat.



[illubean]

Hunterxhunter men if reader sat on their lap(not sure if it’s fluff or NSFW but whatever you’re comfortable with🫶🏼)

Sitting On Their Lap

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladiknight, Ilumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer Type: Mainly Fluff, Headcannons, Gn!reader

I didn't pick too many characters for this one so if you wanna see others too I don't mind making a part 2 ^__^

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive

Kurapika Kurta

he doesn't have much free time

but when he does he likes spending it as close to you as possible <3

that being said he likes it when you sit in his lap

especially facing him so he can hug you close :D

but if you decide to pepper kisses all over his face and neck

oh that gets him going

he probably makes the cutest noises while gladly accepting you affections

but if you REALLY want to set him off plant kisses along his collarbone

things are bound to escalate from there ;)

Leorio Paladiknight

oh boy.

needless to say he's ecstatic that you decided to sit in his lap

his arms are instant to lock around your waist and this man is not going to let go any time soon

this guy has no shame so he doesn't care if you do it in public

after you sit in his lap for the first time he's definitely going to start pulling you to sit on him any chance he gets

yk the face he made at the girl on trick tower? yeah.

he does that face while trying to cop a feel 💀

whether you let him or slap his hand away is up to you

Illumi Zoldyck

if you do it in private he probably doesn't care all that much

but in public or in front of his family? he's pushing you off

it's not something he particularly likes or dislikes but if you enjoy it he'll indulge you

if you're trying to get his attention because you're needy though he'll probably just straight up ask

"are you trying to say you want to have sex?"

yeah there's no teasing this guy it's always straight to the point with him 😭

Chrollo Lucilfer

he's another one who actually really enjoys it

less eager and open than Leorio but he likes to have you in his lap during troupe meetings <3

he likes spending time with you in his lap, a book in one hand and the other around your waist or on your thigh

if he's feeling extra affectionate he'll plant soft kisses on your neck

sometimes it ends with dark markings littered across your neck and jawline <33

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Just the tip

One Shots about our favorite Adult trio and Y/N in different "Just the tip" scenarios.

Illumi Zoldyck

Her fingers dug into the soft black T-shirt as she gently pushed her hips over his lap. She tried to look into his dark eyes while he tried to avoid her gaze. He knew he couldn't say no when he looked into her beautiful, large eyes. "Please Illumi, just the tip, please..." Damn, now he had looked up. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and the first tears were already welling up in her eyes. She was absolutely enchanting in his eyes. And it was difficult for him to deny her a wish. But they had already talked about it and had come to the conclusion that it just wasn't quite right yet. She wanted to pursue her job as a Hunter for a few more years and, above all, consolidate her relatively new relationship with him before she started planning a family. And it was universally known that "just the tip" never remained "just the tip". And her opinion on the whole child topic as well as the fact that they had run out of condoms and were not using any other form of contraception, was making his life really difficult right now.

But what was he supposed to do when she was sitting in his lap and literally begged him to give her "just the tip"? She was just so damn horny and he found it so hard to stand firm. And maybe he just rolled his eyes and grumbled something quietly to himself that sounded a lot like "needy brat". But deep down he just wanted to throw all resistance overboard, because for him there was no better idea than to finally pump her full until her belly was round and her breasts were heavy and full of milk. He just wanted to give free rein to his breeding kink, which never was allowed to see the light of day until now. His otherwise emotionless dark eyes now seemed almost to blaze as they fell on her full lips, which were slightly parted and from which soft gasps escaped while she was still grinding against him. Faster than she had thought possible, he had rolled her over until her back was pressed against the soft sheets and he was on top of her. He slipped his hand under the old T-shirt she used to sleep in and found two things. Firstly, no underwear and secondly: "You're so wet, love." It was impossible for her not to moan softly as his fingers slid between her pussy lips and teased her lightly. "Want my cock that bad?" She nodded frantically and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him sliding his jogging bottoms halfway down his thighs, freeing his cock. She couldn't stop her mouth from watering when she finally got to see it. Long and grithy with a slight curve to reach each of her spots perfectly. Drops of pre had formed at his tip, which was already slightly reddened. He pushed her thighs apart to create more space between her legs for himself and also pushed up the t-shirt to finally get a glimpse of what would eventually be his personal downfall. His long, slender fingers travelled back up her thigh to her centre to make sure she was ready for him. But she needed no further preparation. She was so wet that he could see her juices wetting not only the inside of her thighs, but also the bed sheets beneath her. His fingertips brought whimpers to her lips, begging again for more. And he gave her exactly what she wanted from him. The tip of his cock, swollen and reddened and leaking, rubbed against her entrance while he played with her clit. He threw his head back and couldn't suppress the deep humming in his chest. Meanwhile, she moaned loudly and tried to push herself away from the bed and get closer to him to finally have him where she longed for him. His hand gripped her hip and held her in place so that she couldn't move any further. "Stay still," he mumbled softly. But he only achieved the opposite. She braced herself against his hand and tried to push him away so that he would finally come closer.

"So impatient, love." His gaze was fixed on her expression. The way her lower lip was pushed forward because he hadn't yet given her what she wanted. The single tear that ran down her cheek. He didn't even realise that she had wrapped her long legs around his hips and crossed them at her ankles. His cock slid deeper into her and the soft exclamation of his name was like music to his ears. He thrusts into her gently and listened to the soft sounds that escaped her. She was so needy today that the knowledge that only he could provide her with this kind of satisfaction made him feel warm inside. "What me to fuck you that bad love?" he asked. A nod and a few gasping breaths were all she could say in reply. And who was he to deny her that wish. A cry escaped her as he sank completely inside her with one hard thrust. He was so incredibly deep that she felt him push against her cervix. He found a hard and fast rhythm with which he buried himself in her again and again. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her hands eached around until they found his shoulders and grabbed onto them to find some sort of support and brace herself for his pace. He felt her literally suck him in, her warm walls gripping him and making it difficult for him to pull back.

It was unrestrained. Just reduced to lust and her urges. Messy. Without a condom. She could see it in his eyes, just as he could see it in hers. There was no coming back from this. For both of them, there was no better feeling than this. Without a barrier, skin on skin. He knew that he would never again be able to live without letting his bare cock slide in and out of her warm cunt raw. As quickly as they had brought up "just the tip", they had also thrown it out the window. Forgotten as soon as he fucked her on purpose. Buring his shaft inside of her right down to the hilt. All caution was lost in their lust and need to feel each other and listen to his name slide over her lips again and again like a mantra as her pussy pulsed around him and seemed to literally suck him in. He watched as her back lifted off the bed and her body shook as her orgasm swept over her. "Fuck, shit...!" Illumi closed his eyes as he felt her almost milking him and he tried to penetrate her as deeply as he could. He felt the distinct tugging in his stomach and heard the roaring in his ears that showed him that he was ready too.

The thought of pulling out kept coming back to him and he was determined to maintain at least some semblance of control. Because at least one of them had to remain rational and think about how they had come to an agreement. But no matter how good the arguments were to pull out, it couldn't beat the feeling of finally fucking her without protection. Her lewd noises grew louder and louder as the grip on her hips tightened and the rhythm of his hips became uneven, turning her first orgasm into a second. A hiss escaped him as he tried to fight the stuttering of his hips and pull out. But her pussy just felt too good and while inside him his breeding kink was still fighting against the good reasons of pulling out, she finally made the decision for him. The grip of her legs tightened, not letting him back off, keeping him exactly where her lust-fuelled brain wanted him: Between her legs and deep inside of her. A long drawn-out "fuck" escaped him and echoed through the room while he could no longer prevent his own orgasm from overtaking him and allowing his sperm to flood her pussy.

Hisoka Morow

She had agreed to accompany him to the event. Her job was just to look nice next to him, smile nicely and make small talk. And she totally regretted going along with it. There were a lot of older gentlemen at this event, who lost interest in her after a few lecherous glances and brief exchanges of phrases as soon as they realised she was here with the crazy magician. She couldn't blame them, really. She could feel the fear spreading through the men as soon as they realised. And it was justified, Hisoka was dangerous. Still, she was disappointed. Without anyone to talk to, she was bored to death. She wasn't close to the few people present who were her age and not that afraid of Hisoka. She had discovered members of the Phantom Troupe and Illumi too. But she didn't have a point of contact to engage them in conversation and they were more interested in talking to Hisoka and didn't give her more than a few quick glances. So she sat next to Hisoka and was bored.

She tried to occupy herself for a while by trying to recognise patterns in the tablecloth in front of her or by counting the tiles on the floor. But she didn't last long before her eyes wandered around the crowded room again, longing for something to do. Hisoka didn't pay any attention to her either. He was far too engrossed in the conversation with Chrollo and Illumi, who had the seats opposite them at the table. She knew that she had to do something if she didn't want to be stuck here. And she knew a method that would definitely help her to lure Hisoka away from this event and get him home. And to get her plan rolling, she first took a quick trip to the toilet, only to return to her seat next to Hisoka just a few minutes later.

She slid her hand under the table onto Hisoka's thigh. She felt the muscles under her fingers tense up for a moment, only to relax again shortly afterwards when he realised that she was merely drawing small, random shapes on his thigh. With her fingertips, she felt the muscle strands of his leg, which were still rock hard even though he was sitting completely relaxed next to her. Her fingers travelled upwards from his knee before pausing halfway up and then finding their way to the inside of his leg. She let her fingertips circle there too before placing her entire palm on his leg. With gentle pressure, she caressed his thigh before venturing further and further up. Her fingertips brushed against his crotch and after a short wait, she dared to slide her hand further until it covered him completely. She could see Hisoka watching her out of the corner of his eye, but without interrupting the conversation with the other two men. She gave him a slight smile that spread into a grin as he sank further into the chair, spreading his legs wider to give her more room. Her hand quickly found a comfortable position as she slid it over his crotch again and again, feeling him slowly harden beneath her. Only a short time later, her fingers slid a little further up until she found the button and zip of his trousers and undid both.

Her hand slipped under the fabric. Now only separated from him by his boxer shorts. As she continued to massage him, she could see him swallowing hard and his breathing was a little faster than usual. If you weren't paying close attention, you wouldn't notice, but she had a feeling for him. She heard the slight excitement in his tone as he spoke to the other two because his words came out a little more stretched. He was telling them about a fight he had coming up in the arena and she chose that moment to slip her fingers under the elasticated waistband of his boxers and finally feel his hot and hard cock for real. Her fingers slid over the soft head, catching the drop of pre that had formed and rubbing him in agonisingly slow strokes. She could feel it pulsating as she continued to massage him. She knew him well enough by now to know that it wouldn't be long before he came into his boxer shorts. And probably to avoid that, Hisoka's own hand slid under the table and grabbed her wrist to pull her away. She allowed it, but before he had a chance to straighten his clothes back under the table, she placed her hand over his and guided it to her own thigh. Just a moment later, she had navigated his hand even further until his fingers were under her dress. The cool satin fabric was a stark contrast to her naked and hot centre. She had taken off her panties in the bathroom so that he now met her pussy lips, wet with her own juices. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the slight moan that escaped her as his fingertips finally made their way to her entrance. She gripped his wrist tightly and thrust her hips forward as she pushed his hand towards her centre until two of his fingers finally entered her. She couldn't stop her soft walls from tensing and pulsing as she finally felt something of him inside her. She pushed her hips towards him in small circular movements, holding his hand until she had the feeling that he wasn't going to pull away. Only then did she push her own hand back into his boxer shorts and grasped his cock as tightly as her pussy was gripping his fingers.

Faster than she could react, Hisoka had stood up, pulled her to her feet and positioned her in front of him. At the same time, he turned to the two men, who looked at the couple in surprise: "You'll excuse us for a moment, we have to go and say hello to someone." Before the others had a chance to reply, Hisoka had already pushed her out of the hall in front of him and only stopped at a door down the corridor. He yanked the door open, pushed her inside and then closed the door again behind him. She didn't even have time to look at the room before he had turned her around and pinned her against the door. "Fuck Pet, be good and let me come," he murmured softly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot under her ear. She couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her face as she thrusts her hips towards him. "I didn't stop you, did I? You could have come then and there at the table." She could sense that he was getting really desperate, chasing towards his orgasm the way he was grinding against her thigh. "Not in my boxers, you know what I want" he was still panting against her ear. His breathing quickened by now. "How could I, you'll have to tell me Hisoka." Her hand slid between their two bodies, freeing him from the last piece of disturbing fabric before her fingers closed around him again. "I need your pussy, darling. Need to feel you around me, want to pump you full so the old peeping geezers here know you're mine." With slow movements, her thumb circled his slit, playing with the soft head before she pumped him again in slow movements. She savoured his throbbing, the slight desperation she could hear in his voice. "Why should I let you? You ignored me the whole evening and I was bored. You promised me a nice evening and you didn't deliver. So do you really think you deserve my pussy?" Soft moans reached her ears as he thrust his hips towards her to at least urge her to move faster. But she took her time. They both knew very well that he could actually take what he wanted, as he was much stronger than she was. But she had him wrapped around her little finger and made him do what she wanted. "Just the tip Y/N. Please, just the tip, that's all I want." He pressed light kisses on her neck and her collarbone. His warm breath stroked her skin as he gasped "Please" over and over again. She pushed him away from her to turn her back to him. Her fingers dug into the soft fabric of her dress as she pulled her skirt up so that it billowed around her hips. She spread her legs and leaned forward to finally give him a glimpse of her pussy. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she caught his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. "Okay, just the tip and then at home you'll fuck me properly." She had barely finished the sentence before he had bridged the distance between them and penetrated her with the thick head of his cock. "Anything you want darling," he gasped as the tightness of her pussy mesmerized him and he poured himself inside her.

She had won.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He knew he had to have her the first time he laid eyes on her.

That day, he had sneaked through the dark alley, looking for someone connected to his next coup. She had walked past him in her white dress with a pretty smile on her face. She was so radiantly beautiful, like a bright light in his darkness. And he couldn't get her out of his head. So he did what he did best. Gathered information and hunted her down to make her his. And so he met her again. He had found out that she was a guest at a charity event organized by one of York New's wealthiest persons.

He had arrived before her, sat down at the bar and watched her descend the stairs. Her hair was artfully tied up and the red dress she was wearing made her shine. He wasn't the only one who had noticed her arrival. Both men and women around him eyed the beautiful young woman and he could hear the murmuring and whispering that went through the crowd. When she made her way to the bar after a while and a few rounds of small talk, he saw his chance. He immediately engaged her in conversation, which was not difficult for him. He was charming and had been told many times before that he had a way with his words. And Y/N was glad that someone had finally approached her who wanted to have a conversation with her that went beyond mere small talk and the exchange of meaningless phrases. Someone who wasn't just interested in her money. Oh, if only she knew what he really wanted from her... She was lively and talkative. And the more champagne glasses he handed her, the more trusting she became. He could probably have asked her for all the login details to her bank accounts and she would have given them to him. Instead, he listened to her as she confided in him about her life and suffering. Among other things, she told him about the upcoming wedding next week. That it had been planned by her parents and that she had only seen her future husband twice so far. That she was very much looking forward to her married life because she wanted to fulfill her duties as a daughter and wife to be conscientiously. She was a good girl who always followed the rules and wanted to make her family happy. Chrollo sensed that the alcohol was slowly making its effect. So he seized the opportunity. "Let's find a quieter room, love, then we can talk better," he suggested as she sipped her champagne. Without thinking twice, she nodded: "Yes, it's really very noisy here." He could hardly believe his luck at how trusting she was. He offered her his arm she smiled and as soon as she hooked her arm around his, he led her out of the ballroom and into one of the small guest rooms at the other end of the corridor.

While he closed the door behind them and locked it inconspicuously, she made herself comfortable on the bed. The alcohol had made her cheeks rosy and her beautiful eyes had become slightly glassy. The radiant smile still adorned her face as she waited for him to finally take a seat next to her on the bed. Slowly, and with a deliberate steps, he closed the distance. The mattress gave way slightly beneath them as he sat down. He leaned his back into the soft pillows and made himself comfortable. The soft laughter that rang out next to him sounded like the most beautiful melody to him. "Tell me more, love," he asked her. And so she made herself comfortable next to him and talked about her upbringing, her childhood and her pets, and then again about the man she was going to marry next week. As she talked, Chrollo listened attentively and casually let his hand wander over her thigh. She only paused her story for a moment before blessing him with her radiant smile again. The way she spoke so passionately, using her hands to paint the picture for Chrollo and how relaxed she sat by his side, made his heart lose its rhythm and it skipped a beat for a moment before he could regain his composure. "I'd like a nice house, it doesn't have to be big but cozy with a little garden where I can grow some vegetables. And then maybe..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Because in a split second he had sat up and turned towards her, then he had already pressed his lips to hers.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she slid her hands between their bodies until she could rest them on his chest. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than her and didn't give in. But when he held her face with both hands and gently caressed the soft skin of her cheek, she no longer wanted to push him away. She found herself enjoying the gentle kiss. She thought he was a nice and attentive man. And she also found herself wishing that he was the man she would marry. She would like to live with him by her side. A happy life. Images of a shared house with a garden flitted before her inner eye. Maybe a dog, definitely three children. She hesitantly returned his kiss, opening her mouth willingly when the tip of his tongue tapped against her lower lip. She allowed his hands to wander down from her face, his lips following them until they paused at a point just below her earlobe. A shiver ran through her as he pulled the soft skin between his lips. She felt like she was getting goose bumps. She wanted to look, but her body no longer seemed to obey her. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him more space to caress her neck.

She allowed his hand to close around her breast and when he began to knead it lightly, she leaned towards him eagerly. It felt so good. No one had ever touched her like this before and she liked the slight tingling sensation that ran through her body. She liked it so much that she could become addicted and above all didn't want him to stop. So she leaned towards him, pressing herself against him until he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the soft fabric billowed around her hips. He pushed her into the pillows and climbed over her until his hips found their place between her legs. His mouth never left her body, but he moved lower. So deep that he could suck her nipple between his lips. She knew she was supposed to stop him. Knew she shouldn't be doing this. She wanted to save herself up for the husband she would have next week. But it just felt too good. And when he bit down lightly, she could no longer suppress the moan of his name. He smiled at her as he let go of her breast and shortly afterwards went for the other nipple. Heat gathered in her belly and when he took one hand to gently knead the free breast, her lower body twitched. Her abdomen collided with him and she felt a hardness between his legs that hit that one spot perfectly, sending lightning bolts through her body. She moaned his name again and clung to him. She didn't know if she was trying to push him away or if she was pulling him even closer. All she knew was that she didn't know how this all worked, but it felt too good to stop him. Besides, she wasn't even married yet, she tried to justify the behavior to herself.

She felt his hips pick up her pace, rutting against her. His lips let go of her breast, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. He straightened up on his knees and looked at the young woman beneath him. Her hair had begun to come loose and her hands had moved to her breasts to cover them. She was even more beautiful in his eyes. He knew that the sight was etched in his mind forever. His fingers closed around the hem of her dress, pulling at it, and she helped him take it off by lifting her hips. She was now lying there in just her panties, while he was still fully clothed. He seemed to be able to tell from her face that this bothered her a little and added to her insecurity. So he slowly undid button after button of his shirt until he let it slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. Then his fingers slid down his muscular torso until he came to a stop at his belt. She watched as he undid it and then slipped out of his pants. He stood in front of her in just his boxer shorts, his bulge prominent. He was long and thick, she could tell from the outline. He seemed like calmness personified as he stood there smiling at her.

She knew what that meant. That he wanted to have sex with her. And as much as she liked that tingle inside her, she knew it was something that couldn't happen. She couldn't let herself be tainted like that. She wanted to go into marriage as a virgin, the way girls like her should. Untainted and pure. He could see worry darkening her eyes. Her doubts were clearly written on her face. She sat up, scrutinizing the wicked grin on his face. "Chrollo, you know we can't do this. We can't go all the way." Her voice small as she looked at him through her lashes. She now had her arms crossed in front of her chest and looked so incredibly vulnerable. The innocence she radiated made his cock throb with excitement. "Don't worry, love. That's not what I want" he murmured softly as he climbed back into bed and over her. "There's another option." Her eyebrows drew together, irritation spreading across her face. "Huh?" He knew she didn't know any better. That she would believe what he would tell her next. "Yeah, if I just put the tip in, then it doesn't count," he whispered softly in her ear as he lavished kisses on her neck. Sucking the sensitive skin between his lips again. "It doesn't count?" she asked, still confused. She'd never heard of it before, but she hadn't heard much on the subject in general and had no idea what the options and possibilities were. "Exactly," he confirmed, reaching for the elastic of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She was now completely exposed in front of him. And as he looked at her, she came to the conclusion that he was probably right. He knew his way around better than she did. And he was a nice man, she had no reason not to believe him. "But it'll only be the tip, right?" She wanted him to confirm it again. That he recognized how important it was for her to maintain this status of untouchedness. He looked her firmly in the eyes and smiled at her: "I promise you, my love." After she nodded once more, she watched him take off his boxers. His hard cock slapped against his stomach. Undressed like this, he seemed even bigger. But he was pretty, she hadn't expected that. The head was slightly pink and she could see a drop of liquid glistening at its tip in the light of the room. His fingers slid up her thighs until he touched her pussy lips and felt the wetness that had formed between her legs. Then he moved even higher, massaging her clit and eliciting a moan from her. It felt so incredibly good.

He slid closer to her and then gripped the base of his cock. He navigated it between her legs and lips. He let it slide up and down a few times until it was thoroughly covered with her wetness. She couldn't suppress the string of moans that escaped her. She couldn't understand how it could feel so good when he wasn't even inside her yet and had really started. In the next moment, his tip penetrated her, was practically sucked in by her. A deep moan escaped him as he held the position, just the tip. If just one of them moved a little, he would slide out again. She had thrown her head back and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted as soft sighs escaped her. "Just the tip Chrollo" she managed to gasp. He began to slide the tip in and out and it felt incredible. But he knew he couldn't leave it at that. She felt too good. He had to know what it was like when she completely enveloped him. He buried his head against her neck, kissing and licking the soft skin there. He knew he had to be clever about it. He had to make sure that she was completely overwhelmed by her lust. So his hand reached between them and he began to massage her clit. Meanwhile, he kept pushing in and out and with each thrust, he went a little deeper. It was barely noticeable, so slow that she only felt it when he was halfway inside her and the burning sensation she felt intensified with every second. "You promised it would be just the tip," she gasped as he continued to stimulate her clit. She knew that she should do something now, push him off her. But she just had to admit to herself that it felt too good to do anything now. The feeling was overwhelming, but he was so unbelievably big that it brought tears to her eyes with every further thrust. His head was still buried against her neck, soft moans and sighs stroking her skin. He had never felt anything that felt so good. She wasn't his first, not by a long shot. But none of the women before had stirred up lust in him this much. She was so warm and so, so tight. "I can't stop, it feels too good love. But I'll make it up to you, okay?" He breathed feather-light kisses on her swollen lips. With another thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, driving all the air from her lungs. "I'll put a ring on your finger," he promised too dazed by the veil of lust. "Okay," she gasped. She had only half realized what he had said and she didn't even care anymore. A knot was forming in her abdomen and it was the best thing she had ever felt. And while he never stopped playing with her clit, she began to push herself against his every thrust, meeting him halfway. This allowed him to thrust even deeper into her. His tip bumped against her cervix each time. His previously styled hair now fell loose in his face as he threw his head back. His pace increased and she couldn't stop her eyes from falling shut as the knot tightened. His name rolled off her lips in a continuous loop of moans and the next moment the knot burst. His hips didn't pause as her orgasm rolled over her and only one thought occupied her mind at that moment: it was worth it. This feeling that had taken over her whole body was worth no longer being considered untouched and not starting her marriage as a virgin. She didn't care that someone might find out and what the consequences might be.

His pace seemed to increase even more, even though she hadn't thought that was possible. Then his hips stuttered and she felt a warmth spread through her. He came inside of her. But even that no longer interested her when she caught a glimpse of his peaceful and almost blissful face. He stayed like that above her for a moment, peppering her face with kisses. Then he rolled off her and slid into the sheets beside her. His gaze wandered over her form. She smiled at him, her cheeks still flushed. There were many small marks on her neck and chest that he had left behind. His gaze slid further, between her legs. Her pussy reddened and his cum flowed out of her. Another image of her that he would never forget. He hadn't intended to come inside her, but he hadn't been able to resist in that moment.

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The Bold, The Fortunate (Chrollo Lucilfer)

Kinktober 2022 Day Nineteen: Thigh Riding

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Compared to when you first met him, he’s bolder than you would have expected. 

Sure, he always had this bluntness about him. It was evident from the moment he had asked for your number upon your initial meeting. And followed that up by asking if you were free sometime next afternoon. But he was quiet. He liked his books, with their weird, dead languages only he could read. He liked his peace, with just the right amount of quiet that only you seemed to provide. Whenever you spotted him at the library, he was always modestly dressed as he kept to himself in a corner of the room. 

 He was unlike any guy you had ever had the honor of meeting in all your years growing up in Yorknew City. So how did he reveal to you that he was the leader of the infamous Phantom Troupe- a group you never dared believe exist? That’s a story for another day. And how did you become the Spider Troupe’s sweetheart? A similar, yet longer story. But alas, for another day. But how did you end up here? In this position? With so many around?

 It’s a story you could tell. 

 “W-wait, Chrollo!”

 If only he would let you have your thoughts back. 

 “Shh, my dearest. There is no need to worry,” Chrollo’s melodic hum fills your ears. On most occasions, you would have found the sound to be sweet. A comforting melody that only your fiancé could bring. But there’s no room for comfort. There’s no room for sweet. Because while the look on his face may be warm and so lovely, you can’t help but think with your burning cheeks and your growing embarrassment AND arousal that he is neither warm nor lovely in this moment. But rather- far too adventurous than what you’re used to. “No one will notice.”

 “B-but…Chrollo…”

 Ah, but that’s the thing.

 “Enjoy yourself, my dear. Let me make you feel good. No one will know.” 

 You know. And you know that this is something you could only dream about. At least, before him.

 Wandering eyes are a possibility, even if he promises you that they wouldn’t. And traveling sounds always have a chance when it comes to those with ears most keen. But being seen and being heard- that’s not what makes your head spin. At least, not all that makes your head spin. Because there’s something that weighs heavier on your chest as everything happens. Something that you know with all your heart and your soul that you cannot bare alone. Something you have to ask Chrollo to take care of for you because you know you just can’t. For there’s a reason you tuck yourself away in these stories. A reason you hide behind leather-bound books. And it’s because this- the act, the moment, the reality- it consumes you. 

 In ways, you can barely understand. But you know Chrollo does. 

 You used to think he was like you. But you know that’s not it. And could he be? With his hands rolled over your bare skin, traveling up your thighs and under your dress as he pulled you closer to him while he sat in the middle of his rubble-filled hideout. And those long fingers of his- they found their home in all the dips and crevices and curves of your skin with gentle touches laced with lust. And it scares you how quickly he’s able to get you to step out of your panties despite his fellow Spiders just mere feet away. Almost as much as it terrifies you just how badly you desired to feel his leg between yours in that moment. Almost as much as it horrified you when you realized that the feeling? 

 It wasn’t enough. 

 So you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and you buried your head in his chest. And that’s where it remains in these moments as those long fingers circle your waist and roll your hips along his thigh. It’s an odd feeling, that you can’t say you’ve gotten used to even after all these times. It’s different from your own fingers that you resorted to using when the nights were tough and lonely before you met him. And even more different than the toys you resorted to buying when all you could think about was him. And somehow- you would call this better in the worst ways. 

 The brushes of the fabric of his silky pants against your sensitive clit never fails to send small jolts of pleasure up and down your body. A position that should have been so awkward and unenjoyable ends up making you feel so hot. So bothered and so needy. It’s as if the thought of making a creamy little mess of his clothes turns you on. It’s as if the feeling of having your movements controlled so subtly in order to receive your pleasure makes you aroused. It’s as humping your fiance’s thigh like the little whore you never knew yourself to be while all his subordinates are in the room- it’s like it makes you feel alive. Finally, fully, and completely alive.

 And you just don’t know what to do with this feeling. You don’t know what to do with it at all.

 The soft, white fur of his purple coat soaks up your quiet moans and for that you’re thankful. If it weren’t for his coat or the presence of people, you knew he would have wanted you louder. As loud as you could get for as long he could get you. But for now, he’ll accept your sharp breaths and your tiny whimpers as the muscles underneath you flex in a way that somehow manages to go directly to your clit. And he’ll continue to guide you into grinding into him as he leans in and steals a kiss or two or three from your now-swollen lips. Perhaps even a fourth one, now that you keep looking at him with that dazed expression of yours.

 But that will come later. For now, his forehead will rest against yours and his eyes will peer into your own. And to the outside world, you would hope that the gesture looks innocent. That the gesture looks adoring. Lovely. Sweet. Comforting, even. But to you both, the truth couldn’t be farther away. It couldn’t be more daring. More secretive and hidden. At least, you’d like to think that. Though it’s not quite easy now that Chrollo’s pace with your hips is starting to grow faster, and you’re starting to get just a tad bit louder. But you’re sure it will be fine. Chrollo will take care of it. Your fiancé will find a way to make everything work out. The eyes that may wander. The ears that may hear. All of it. He’ll even handle the scent of sex starting to waft through the air. Just like he seems to be handling that extremely familiar pit growing in your stomach a little too well. After all, it’s just like he once told you:

 Fortune seems to favor the bold. 

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hii! May I have a fic for chrollo 🍮? One where reader is extremely disappointed to found out what Chrollo did to those poor Kurta kids. Reader is on full on raging yet he'd just brush it off, smth like "So? They're already dead anyway. I don't think you'd hate me either." Yes angst!

Oof this is good, thank you for the ask! Yes it did come out super angsty!

Chrollo x Kurta!reader : Brush it Off

Chrollo was everything to you. The moment you two met it seemed as though you had fallen in love at first sight. He was cute when you saw him that day in the museum, seemingly lost in thought over an artifact. You decided to go up and stand near him, but you were too afraid to say anything. The two of you had been standing in the same place for what felt like an eternity and you finally decided to give up on ever asking the handsome man how you wanted to talk to him about the museum until he looked at you with a smile.

"You seem to like this piece as much as I do," you froze up when you heard him. Spinning yourself around back to him, you looked at him with a surprised face.

"Ah, well, yes I do think that the work i-is, pretty neat," you scolded yourself for sounding so petty. You didn't think you sounded cool at all!

"Even if that is the case, I wonder if you have any other objectives, you were standing here for a long time and not many people do that. Did you want to talk to me about something?"

He could read you like a book. The two of you ended up spending three hours together in the museum, sharing things about yourselves while also admiring the artworks. He was also the one that suggested the two of you go for a coffee run together. It was what felt like heaven to you.

Things became even better when you really started liking him. He was even the one that confessed his feelings to you, and of course you said yes when he asked if the two of you could be in a relationship. How could you not? He was the only one that protected you from people that tried to harass you in the streets, and he seemed to understand you better than you knew yourself. It became even more apparent when you revealed to him your origins.

"Do you have a family by any chance? I would love to meet them," you ask him while the two of you were in your apartment. He paused while looking through your bookshelf, you had welcomed him to borrow any books that he wanted. Turning around. he gave you a weak smile.

"I don't have any, rather, I have always lived with people that I consider 'family' but it doesn't fit the standard definition of one," he responded. Ah, so the two of you were similar.

"I see," you shifted your gaze down. "I'm sort of like that too, since I'm, well, I'm a Kurta."

You didn't notice him furrow his eyebrows when you said this. "I was out in the world doing work when the incident around my clan happened. I never got to say goodbye to my family, I never saw my friends celebrate their birthday there either," you added on, looking out the window. "I wonder if they're angry at me for being the survivor, almost everyone died in the incident except me," you said. Of course, this was not true. Chrollo met someone recently that was a Kurta survivor as well. But instead of showing his true colors right away, he decided to play a bit more.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," his voice was soft, he was walking towards you. Brushing some hair out of your face, he saw that your eyes were glazed over with tears brimming. "I'm not sure what the best way for me to help you is, but I want you to know that you aren't alone. You have me, and I'll always be by your side."

Ah, where did that chivalrous man disappear to? The moment the two of you were hugging and kissing the next it seemed like the two of you were enemies. It happened after you ran into a bounty hunter, one who explained to you what the Phantom Troupe did and such. You weren't sure why the hunter was telling you all of this, but then he grabbed your shoulders and looked desperately at you.

"Man, do you even know how much fucking money is on their heads?!" He shook you.

"Stop, you're scaring me!" you pleaded with the man, but he kept rambling on.

"They're going to get me set for life! I'm gonna be richer than the mayor of Yorknew if I even kill two of 'em! I know you know one of them, so just lead me to the guy will ya?!"

"I don't know anyone from the troupe! S-someone help!" you looked around, but the two of you were in a quiet alleyway in the city. You were trapped. You didn't know nen either, but your eyes started to turn red. Thinking your emotions were overflowing, you squeezed your eyes shut so the hunter wouldn't know.

"TELL ME WHERE THE HEAD IS AND THAT'LL BE IT! DON'T TELL ME I HAVE TO KILL YOU AS WELL FOR BEING AN ACCOMPLICE YOU PIECE OF-"

Suddenly you heard something and a splatter of liquid across your face. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked up to see a single pen stabbed into the hunter's head. Blood trickled down your face as the man slipped and fell, his eyes still open in shock. What made you scream however wasn't the fact that the hunter was dead, it was the fact that someone you knew had killed him.

"C-Chrollo, what's going on?" you muttered. He looked unfazed however, simply giving you the same smile he did back at the museum.

"You were running late for our trip to the market today, I was worried and it seems my intuition was correct," he was so calm.

"H-how could you kill someone though! More importantly, are you, are you part of the Phantom Troupe?" you asked him, now your voice was rising. He turned to you after kicking the man's head to the side with his foot.

"Yes, I happen to be the leader as well."

"S-so, you were the one that was behind the death of my clan as well," you stumbled back, too shocked by the news. How could he not be ashamed that he did such a thing?! "Y-you said you cared for me, you even told me that the Kurta did nothing wrong yet YOU KILLED THEM!"

"Ah, you're so naive, y/n, you should learn how to read people better," suddenly the Chrollo you knew disappeared. His eyes were cold, but he kept smiling. You wanted to punch him, scream at him for what he did to your life, but all you could do was let tears well up in your eyes.

"Darling, don't cry, you know I don't like seeing you-"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME YOU MONSTER!" you shouted, turning away from him. A horrible sob came out of your throat and you buried your face in your hands. Chrollo still watched you, now slightly amused.

"You called me 'sweetheart' yesterday, but now it's changed to 'monster.' You can be quite indecisive you know," he commented. "Besides, the Kurta was buried with their village, they are not with us anymore," he walked slowly towards you, almost like you were some prey and he was a lion.

"You trusted me so much, you sang love to me every night, I don't think that would change for some creatures, right?"

"Are you saying I'm one of those 'creatures' then?" you looked up at him, he was directly above you.

"Perhaps, but I'm not out to get your eyes and sell them yet," he was so direct with his words. "I want to still stand by you, I'm sure you have no one else to turn to either way."

He was right. He was always right. You wanted to tell him you had your brothers and sisters, your best friends from Lukso Province, but no one was there behind you. You were all alone, the sole survivor of the Kurta clan (at least to your knowledge). Sighing in defeat, you let Chrollo wrap his arms around you. He shushed your weeping, whispering sweet nothings to calm you down.

The day went on as if the event never happened. Instead of going to the market, the two of you settled to stay indoors. He was reading on your couch as always, and you were making some food. You looked at the pan, it was a mix of ingredients you were familiar with. The dish was a favorite of yours when you were younger, one that your mother had always made.

"Remember to share it with those that care for you and those that you love," your mother said while patting your head. You nodded and watched as she showed how to prepare the dish.

"'People that care about me' huh," you mumbled to yourself. "How ironic."

[amandasmurfee]

Trying to draw chrollo as pretty as he deserves