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vulpisnocturna · 2 years ago

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Binding Vow

This is purely self-indulgent because I was consumed with the idea of Chrollo and specifically, Yandere!Chrollo. So here it goes. This is filthy and Chrollo is unhinged. Nothing new.

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Part III

I do not condone this behaviour in real life. This is purely fictional. Please read warnings and avoid if any of them are triggering to you.

Warnings: Yandere Chrollo, dom Chrollo, coercion, dub con (I mean it), psychological manipulation, kidnapping, captivity, possessiveness, obsession, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, praise, slight humiliation kink

Summary: Abducted because Chrollo could not steal your Nen ability, you are ready to give in and trade your power for your freedom. But the choices Chrollo decides to lay in front of you are wholly different. One would say, the illusion of choice. You make him swear a vow to let you go as you make your choice. But one should pay close attention to the words used in a binding vow...

Word count: 7k

One would think so many candles would be a fire hazard, to be frank. They were everywhere, on every wooden surface, on every shelf that wasn’t overcome with books of all sizes with leather spines, on the nightstands and even on the ground. It was as though the leader of the Phantom Troupe had an obsession with a certain type of aesthetic, and would not refrain from littering his surroundings with candles every time he found a new place where his gang could crash. Perhaps, he had a candle for every person he had ever killed.

Though you supposed one would lose count after a while.

If you were to ingratiate him, you knew what he would appreciate having as a gift; although who needed gifts when your profession was stealing whatever you wanted, whatever thing you had a passing whim for?

As far as you were aware, you were the last passing whim Chrollo Lucilfer had stolen. You had known of his power to steal abilities, and even though you had tried to escape when the Troupe had come to abduct you, it seemed he hadn’t been successful in stealing your power. Yet.

Your Nen power wasn’t meant to fight, really, so the possibility of forcing your way through the Troupe had been preposterous. Your ability was that of having regenerative power, to the point where you could heal fatal wounds to yourself and others. He obviously must have wanted it for himself, and you hadn’t exactly had any way of escaping his wishes.

After a month of captivity, though, you weren’t sure you could bear it for much longer. If all he wanted was your power, why not let him “borrow” it, as he so nonchalantly put it? So you could go back to your own life, so you didn’t have to be locked up in that house, so that he would let you go? Would he even let you go, if you gave him the ability? Or would he want to tie loose ends and get rid of you? You shuddered in the cold air of the bedroom you had been confined to in his absence.

He had left you to your own devices that day for the entirety of the morning, whilst he had spent all his time with you previously. Studying you, asking you questions, letting you know between the lines that he knew who you were, who your loved ones were, where they lived. He had called you a “treasured guest” in the same sentence, with such audacity that you had been left stunned at the complete lack of morals that man had.

But then again, he also seemed to have some twisted attraction to you. They did say the forbidden fruit was always the sweetest, and because you knew of his power, he couldn’t get to your Nen ability if you did not reveal how it worked and fulfilled his conditions. In the last two weeks, he had taken to something you could only define as an attempt at seduction.

He would sit with you in the living room, inviting you to get closer to him, reassuring you he had no intentions of harming you. He would stare at you with those stormy eyes of his that seemed to burn through you like electricity, and his gaze would rake over your body like he was appraising some kind of rare, expensive object he planned to take for himself. Which he probably was.

Despite knowing who he was, despite knowing how sticky with blood his hands were, you were only a fallible human. And he was... a murderer, a manipulator, a thief; and he was also cunning, intuitive, soft-spoken, caring with you in a sick way, and the most handsome man you had ever met. Despite all of your efforts, it was not possible to deny the effect he had on you. And it was not possible to hide it from him. Observant as he was, obsessed as he was with watching your every reaction, every little twitch of your body, every time your breath faltered when he was too close, every time he commented casually how your pupils were dilating, every time his long, willowy fingers grazed your skin, he could see all of it. And all of it was a twisted game of cat and mouse to him.

Another heist, another plot to strategise and accomplish. He was always composed, always neutral, if not for his sly looks, wily smirks and piercing eyes. He always seemed to have the upper hand. It did not matter that he did not have your power, he seemed to be a patient man.

Until that day.

You had assumed he was waiting for you to break by keeping you captive, although treated with enough civility and never physically harmed, because he had not mentioned wanting your Nen power since the one time he had told you he wished to borrow it. In your mind, he was simply determined to stir the pot and then leave you to stew in it for a while, knowing at some point, your desire for freedom would overcome your attachment to your ability. Letting you run your mind wild with suppositions and conjectures that led nowhere as you tried to analyse his reasons and predict his behaviour. And it was working. You were almost done with it. If he asked you to choose between your power and your freedom, you knew what you would pick.

When he came back from whatever the hell he’d been doing that morning, his appearance was pristine. He was wearing his hair down, no headband in sight, a white shirt with the first two buttons undone and smart black trousers. All in all, he was the picture of what you could only define as sex appeal and sophistication mixed together in a heady blur of sharp eyes, chiselled, angular features and a mellow voice that still managed to sting.

He unlocked your door using a Nen ability he’d probably also stolen and closed it behind him, smiling softly at you as he appraised you.

‘Hello, darling. I hope you did not feel too lonely without my company’ he said easily, conversationally. You disliked the pet names he had started to throw at you in the last two weeks. They made it seem like there was more to this relationship than a prisoner and their warden. More he wanted. But not your ability. No. You. And it made your stomach churn every time.

You decided to ignore him, because what else could you do? You were locked in a room with him, with no escape, and you had been held captive for a month now. What could possibly make it worse than it already was?

But you were so very naïve. You should have paid heed to his shrewd grey eyes, to the way his lips twitched as though he delighted in knowing something you didn’t, in watching you rack your brains in trying to figure him out.

You had been so naïve in thinking that he had kidnapped you and held you captive to steal your ability. After all, he could torture it out of you.

Did he just enjoy the game? What did he want? Was there another condition that needed you to be willing to share it with him? That must have been it. He needed you to give it to him willingly, that was why he was going after your mental sanity instead of torturing it out of you.

‘You seem quite tense. Sit with me. I have a proposition for you’ he said, gracefully stepping to your side, brushing his fingers on your lower back, sending shivers down your spine just as your nose caught a whiff of his expensive cologne. His scent was just as intoxicating as he was, something masculine yet refined, a blend that made your lower stomach hot. You fought to keep eye contact as he sat on the plush loveseat by the fireplace, tapping the empty space right next to him, his eyes boring into you with curious amusement.

You grimaced, feeling weak and dizzy as you sat down on the armchair, the only other surface available to you aside from the bed and the loveseat, which was out of the question. Chrollo’s lips twitched in amusement, his eyes glinting with interest as he rested his cheek against his fist.

‘I have a few choices for you. I assume you are quite unsatisfied with your current predicament, therefore, I am giving you the chance to escape all the doubt that must be swarming your mind by now’ he said calmly, that little smirk still on his lips. You did not give way to hope. You did not lower your guard. Thieves did not return goods. If they got rid of them, it was after getting something else in return. So what was he playing at? What was his angle?

‘Your distrust is quite strong, dearest. You should learn to hide your emotions more, if you plan to attempt to play me. Though I must admit the thought of it is quite thrilling. So feel free to try it. Your first choice is to give me your Nen ability in exchange for the end of this predicament. Your second choice is to give yourself to me now. I trust you understand the meaning behind my words. If that is your choice, you can start by getting up and walking over here’ he said, smoothly, easily, seductively, his eyes mischievous.

You blinked, swallowing heavily, your lips parting. He… was making you choose between your Nen ability or having sex with him in exchange for your freedom? The choice was not really that. It was an illusion of it. Perhaps he merely sought to humiliate you, because of course, the reasonable choice would be to get it over and done with, have sex with him just that once and walk away with your life and your ability intact. Who in their right mind would pick the first choice?

He was hot, charming, attractive. So long as you could separate the part of you that knew what he was, what he did, and the shame that came with prostituting yourself to your captor, it would not be that bad. It would be over quickly, you only had to focus on his physical attributes, shut out his horrid persona.

‘You want me to prostitute myself to you’ you said, your cheeks burning with humiliation. He let out a wilful sigh.

‘That is an uncouth appraisal of it. It is quite clear from your reactions to me that you desire me, too. Is that prostitution? More of a mutual desire, I’d wager. Rather a small price to pay to retain your power, is it not?’ he asked, smiling sweetly, smugly. You ground your jaw, your whole face feeling hot, your eyes stinging with the embarrassment of your current predicament, as he loved to call your captivity.

‘Why would I want to... have sex with someone like you? A... murderer- a thief, a kidnapper?’ you spat, repulsed, sitting rigidly in the armchair, quite the opposite picture to his nonchalant lounging. He let out a soft laugh.

‘Oh, darling. Are you pretending to have steadfast morals now?’ he crooned, voice soft and mellow. Completely unbothered by your accusations.

‘What are you trying to imply?’ you chewed on the corner of your bottom lip, a movement he followed with a hint of ravenousness in his silvery eyes.

‘Your morals seem somewhat flexible to me. You have been eating food paid with stolen money for a month, sleeping in a stolen mansion, wearing stolen clothes. I trust you were clever enough to know this from the beginning of your sojourn here’ he said casually, seeming almost enthusiastic about debunking every argument you could bring to the table. It was as though he found pleasure in discrediting your beliefs and making you vacillate. Perhaps it stroked his ego.

‘I had no choice about sleeping here. Should I have starved? Should I have wandered around naked for a month?’ you snapped, regretting your words immediately when you saw him look at you so intensely. As though he was undressing you himself with his eyes.

‘Well, you certainly could have tried to starve yourself. I would have admired your efforts to cling to your pride and ethical dilemma, and you would not be in this moral conundrum now if you had. You would be able to blame me for it. As to your last point, that would have certainly been a sight. Again, the choice was there. I would not have stopped you’ he said slyly, his voice getting lower and more seductive, like a caress on your spine. You bristled.

‘Those are not choices. Like these aren’t’ you pressed, and he sighed, still smiling like nothing could make him waver.

‘Are they not? You have two paths before you. Every human being is offered choices. Now, be a darling and make one. What will you choose?’ he mused. You closed your eyes, your fingers curling on the fabric of your skirt.

‘You will not steal my power if I- give my body to you now. Right?’ you asked slowly, trying to find a loophole in his words.

‘I will not. If you choose to indulge me now, I will not steal your power’ he said. You gulped. You did not want him to lose his patience and take away your opportunity. You also wanted his word that you would be let out alive and unharmed.

‘And this- this predicament will be done once I do that too. You will not kill me- nor harm me after that. I will be allowed to leave this place alive’ you said cautiously, weighing your words. He smiled.

‘Of course. In order to ease your worries, why don’t I make a vow with you? A condition, if you will. And if I break it, I will die. If this is your choice, and you want reassurance before you continue with it, I will of course be willing to ease your worries. Stand up and come closer’ he said, and you tried not to show your relief. If he was promising, there was nothing to worry about. You could do this, keep your life and your well-being, leave with your power. It was not a bad deal. Not a bad deal at all. You should be happy that he seemed to be attracted to you. That he was even giving you a choice in the matter.

You slowly got up, and your legs felt weak as you stepped closer to him, feeling like his gaze was burning through you. You stopped in front of him, tense like a violin string as a grimoire appeared in his hand.

‘Sit on my lap, darling’ he murmured, and you found yourself feeling all kinds of things in your body, from nerve-wracking anxiety to butterflies in your stomach to warmth in your gut and weakness in your legs. You inched closer to him, gingerly sitting sideways on his lap.

You were immediately engulfed by his enthralling cologne, and his arm wrapped around you, fingers curling on your waist to keep you in place. You squirmed, gulping when he dipped his head to breathe against your neck, making goosebumps appear on your exposed skin.

‘Your scent is intoxicating, dearest’ he breathed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to expose the side of your face to him. You could not deny how seductive he could be, how tantalising his touch felt. But you would not be swayed from the promise he’d made.

‘The vow first’ you said somewhat nervously, and he smiled, nodding and keeping an arm around your torso as he picked up his book of stolen abilities and flicked through it, stopping in front of a binding vow.

‘Now, I vow that I will not make your Nen ability mine and steal it from you. It will remain yours. I vow I will not kill you, nor will I ask anyone else to do so for me. Should you respect the terms I have presented to you, you will leave this place unscathed within a day, with your power still in your hands. Should I fail to respect these terms, I will die on the spot. Do you accept?’ he said, and you tried to find any loophole that would allow him to kill you or steal your ability in his words, even though his fingers stroking your ribcage were distracting, but you could not find anything. You nodded.

‘I accept’ you said, and he picked up a small dagger from his pocket, shushing you when you gasped and tried to get away. He pricked his thumb, showing you the small droplet of blood that was forming on the surface of his skin.

‘I won’t hurt you. I just need a drop of your blood. Your hand, if you will, darling. Or the vow won’t work’ he said, and you gingerly let him lift one of your hands and prick your thumb. He pressed yours against his, and you could see the aura surrounding your fingers working. You relaxed a little when he threw the dagger away, supposedly letting it pierce the wood of the highest bookshelf so you could not reach it in an attempt to attack him.

He wiped your thumb and his with a handkerchief, tossing it on the table and letting the grimoire disappear.

‘I hope I was successful in easing your worries. Now, where were we?’ he murmured, round, pretty eyes heavy-lidded, lust-laden as they scanned your face. You felt as though you were in the lion’s den for the first time, or more fittingly, a small butterfly trapped in a spider web. Just waiting to be devoured.

He cupped your jaw, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, leisurely taking his time in savouring you. Part of you wished he would just get it over and done with, another part of you, a shameful one, burnt at every action he took, at his stifling seduction. You might as well enjoy it and hope he was good at the very least, right? No one could blame you for it. Your survival was at stake, after all.

You stopped thinking altogether when his lips grazed your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your lips. He was slow and sensual in all of his movements, but there was something that slipped through the façade, something possessive about the way his fingers curled around your throat, trapping you in place as his lips pressed against yours.

They were soft. Soft and smooth, warm and demanding. You could not deny the pull they had. You were coaxed into seeking them out whenever he pulled away slightly, pressing them against you again, more and more passionately each time, almost manipulating you into wanting him to get rougher.

And he did. His teeth sank into the pliant flesh of your bottom lip, pulling lightly, and his tongue was quick to soothe the sting, taking advantage of your little gasp to slip in your mouth and lay siege on your tongue. It was all akin to a game of pull and push with him. He wheedled you into letting go more and more with each time he gave you something only to take it away and revel in how you sought it again. Just as he had presented the illusion of you wanting this from him, he was now making you act on it as though you had always desired nothing more.

Until your fingers were tangled in his soft raven hair, pulling lightly at it, and you were seeking his soft lips and their taste reminiscent of rich red wine to suck on his bottom lip languidly. Until his teeth nipping at your bottom lip had you mewl in his mouth.

‘Eager, are we? How sweet’ he breathed, and you felt the trap snap, the mechanism trapping you like a helpless doe caught by pincers. All of his teasing had led to this, to making you see that you wanted him, wanted this to happen. And as much as you could deny it, your actions spoke loudly, and your body’s reaction did too. The knowledge that you were already turned on and that if he decided to reach between your thighs he would see just how responsive you were to him made the mortification burn in your chest.

You had wanted to keep your dignity and show your distaste for what was happening, but he had managed to reduce you to a docile doll just by kissing your lips. And his sardonic smile and eyes told you that you were right in that assumption.

And before you could hope to collect yourself, his mouth was on your throat, hungry but still slow, leaving you wanting more. He licked a long stripe along your pulse, making it shoot up as his fingers curled around the roots of your hair and pulled, exposing your vulnerable neck to him. You could not restrain the whimper that escaped you as he kissed and started sucking a sensitive spot between your neck and your shoulder, sure to leave a mark to remind you of what you had done, of your flexible morals, as he’d called them.

His fingers clutched your side, wandered down to your hip and the swell of your ass, grazed your thigh and snaked under your skirt to grope at the plump flesh of your backside. You were too lost in the pleasure of his mouth and tongue on your throat to truly consider your situation and who it was that was touching you so possessively, so greedily. If anything, it only stoked the fire within you.

‘Good girl’ he crooned, sending a jolt to your clit with the dirty praise. You squirmed on his lap, eliciting a soft chuckle from him and a graze of his thumb over your stiff nipple. You were wearing a simple satin shirt with a flimsy bralette, and the friction of the material was torturous against your nipples.

Chrollo pulled the shirt out of your skirt, making quick work of the buttons with one hand whilst the other was still kneading your ass and his mouth was still on your throat. He slipped the garment off you, pulling away to observe you. You gulped, averting your eyes at the sight of his hungry stare, quivering as his fingers ghosted your sternum, your ribcage, the swell of your breasts.

‘You are so beautiful, darling’ he murmured, his lips softly pressing against your collarbone, his fingers deftly lowering the straps of your bralette and unhooking it. He tossed it aside, groaning softly as his hand cupped your breast, kneading it in his fingers, pinching your nipple and rolling it between thumb and index finger.

You tried to stifle a moan, to which he seemed to take offense, because he stopped and bit down hard on your shoulder, making you whine in the process.

‘I want to hear you. The more you stifle your voice, the longer I will tease you. Understood?’ he said, and you meekly nodded, only to speak up when he gave you a meaningful glance.

‘Yes’ you hissed, and he seemed pleased, because he hummed and made you arch your back so that his tongue could lick your stiff nipple and flick it. You were careful not to stifle the small whine that left your lips, and he rewarded you by sucking your nipple in his mouth, scraping it with his teeth and making you cling onto his shoulders.

He bunched up your skirt up to your waist, leaving you exposed as he trailed his fingers to your inner thighs, in a silent request to spread your legs. You were not wholly aware of how swiftly you complied, you only knew that when he first cupped you through your panties, your eyelids fluttered and a soft moan poured out of you.

‘You are soaked for me, pet. Your morals do not seem to extend to your body. Try as you might, you want this, and you cannot lie to me’ he purred, dragging his fingers and pressing against your clit, holding you still when you squirmed away from his touch. You let out a loud moan, your hips jerking. He pulled your panties to the side, rubbing your clit and dipping two fingers inside you, curling them, making your head drop on his shoulder as you moaned against his neck, enveloped by the scent of his cologne.

‘That’s it. That’s my good girl. If I knew how much you liked being fingered on my lap, I would have done this much sooner. No matter. I’ll make it up to you, darling’ he breathed, voice slightly strained as though he was holding back something much more primal from taking over, but you were too dazed to take much notice of all the filth he was spewing and how he sought to humiliate you further, because his touch admittedly felt like heaven. His willowy fingers inside you kept pressing against all the right places, and you could not help but clench around them, your hips twitching into his hand every time his palm rubbed against your sensitive clit.

You were lost in the motion of his fingers as you rutted against his hand, shamelessly chasing your own high as he continued to praise you and kiss you, rewarding every sound you made with a curl of his fingers that had you melting in his arms. Until you could not take it anymore.

‘Can’t- ‘m close’ you huffed out, breathing erratic, chest heaving as his fingers pumped inside you, and he hummed, licking your neck and sucking on it again.

‘Cum for me, pet’ he urged, and your eyes scrunched up, a lewd moan ripping through you as you tensed up on his thigh, sound fading away as you came undone.

You slumped on him, breathing heavily, your cunt throbbing around his fingers as he lazily fucked you through your aftershocks, your hair clinging to the back of your neck from the light sheen of sweat that had formed there.

‘Suck’ you heard, and dazed as you were, you obediently opened your mouth when he presented his fingers, sucking and licking the pads of his fingers, tasting yourself. You had to cling to him as he stood up and walked over to the bed, lowering you on it and observing you as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.

There was no denying it, he was attractive. Lean but toned, with graceful abs adorning his flat stomach, jutting collarbones and well-defined biceps; with the way the candlelight danced on his pale skin, making it glow with soft orange hues, he truly looked like he might be a fantasy of sorts.

You supposed he looked like a fallen angel, as his name suggested. Like the Alexandre Cabanel painting of the fallen angel, dangerous but so tempting. It was unfair that he should also be able to make you come undone so easily, when you had vowed to not give him the satisfaction.

He smirked at you, undoing his belt, slipping it through the hooks, catching you staring first at the clear dampness on his thigh, then at the evident bulge of his erection.

You supposed he would fuck you now. If you were being honest, you had thought he wouldn’t have taken such interest in your pleasure, but now, it seemed only fitting: it was all to aid his game, to stroke his ego in humiliating you by showing you how you could not abide by your morals, how you’d moaned and whined to be touched by those blood-stained hands.

Instead, he kept his trousers on, only going so far as to unbutton them to give himself more space. He seemed... quite gifted in that area too, you thought with a grimace. Was there anything that did not favour him? It seemed that fortune graced the wicked in that nonsensical world, because he had it all.

He caged you underneath him, his hair tickling your face as he drew you into a heated kiss, his hands roving down your body, fingertips digging into your hips, tongue pressing against yours.

He was quick to unzip your skirt and slide it off you along with your panties, leaving you completely exposed whilst he still retained his power by not undressing completely.

‘You were so precious squirming on my lap, so good for me. You deserve a reward’ he crooned against your ear in that soft, melodious voice of his, making you swallow heavily as you wondered what he might do to you now.

He did not leave you guessing for long. His mouth traced your collarbone, his head lowering as he licked your sternum and left a dark lovebite above your nipple, another reminder that would bring you back to this room, to what he was doing to you for the following week. He seemed intent on marking you whenever he could, and until he had littered your chest with purple brushstrokes, until you were but a moaning mess, he refused to move on, no matter how much you tried to squirm away and whimper at some of the harshest ones on your ribcage.

He continued to kiss down your stomach, massaging your thighs, cupping your ass and lowering his head to kiss your thighs. You were rendered breathless and unable to stop thrashing and moaning as he sucked another lovebite on your inner thigh, keeping you pinned down and at his mercy. You just wanted him to bury his head between your thighs, you were close, close to begging for it, were it not for your pride. Were it not for who he was.

Fortunately, you did not need to stoop that low. His tongue flattened and dragged up your cunt, tensing and flicking your clit from underneath as he got to the top, tearing a breathless moan from you.

‘You taste so sweet’ he huffed out against your skin, blowing cold air on your clit and making you whine and scoot away. He dragged you back, a wicked light in his stormy eyes as he glanced at you and licked your clit, rolling it on his tongue.

‘F-fuck’ you breathed, your hands shooting to his hair, pulling lightly, trying to ground yourself as he continued to toy with your clit, sucking it and licking it fervently. You could not hold yourself. If he was amazing with his fingers, he was incredible with his tongue. Judging by how he seemed to have a way with words, you should not have been surprised that he was so maddeningly good at pleasuring with his tongue. It was making you lose your mind.

Even if you had tried, you would not have been able to restrain the need to keen, whine and moan every time he sucked your clit, dipped his tongue inside you or drew figures around your clit.

He was insatiable as he flung your thighs on his shoulders, seemingly unbothered with the way you trapped his head and rutted against his face. In fact, he seemed thrilled to follow the movement of your hips, giving you more and more until you were babbling and keening incoherently, unable to even speak.

‘Fuck- Ch- Chrollo...’ you whined longingly, unable to realise your slip of moaning his name in the throes of pleasure. But he heard you loud and clear, because he groaned, and his name on your lips only seemed to spur him on. In a few seconds, he was sucking on your clit, giving you more pleasure than you’d ever thought was even possible, until the torturous knot in your stomach snapped and released and you came with a cry, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, your hair tousled and messy on the pillow, your muscles tensing, toes curling and fingers clawing at the sheets.

You kept your eyes closed for a while, easing into your breathing, feeling as though your body had completely melted, feeling as though you couldn’t even move.

‘You can still take my cock, can’t you, darling? After all, I have made you feel so good. It’s only fair. Do not worry, you will not mind. You seem to love being fucked by the one you spoke of with such revulsion. It’s quite endearing, watching you struggle with your morals’ he crooned, and you opened your eyes, watching him stroke his cock a few times. It was quite long and fairly thick, slightly tilted upwards.

You were too fucked out to consider his taunting, but you knew he was right. Both mindsets could not peacefully coexist in your mind: how could you be so willing and find so much pleasure in someone like him? How could you hate him and love what he was doing to you? It might have been an involuntary physical reaction, but you should have had more resolve, more restraint. Otherwise, what did that say about you?

Chrollo lined himself between your legs, rubbing his cock along your labia, on your clit, instantly making those thoughts fade in the haze of pleasure as you let out a soft sigh and automatically tried to hook your legs around his slender hips.

He gripped your thigh, pushing the tip of his cock inside you, easily slipping inside inch by inch with how shamefully wet you were, and yet, you already felt so full, like he was stretching you to the limit. You clawed at his back, raking your nails across his shoulder blades, gasping and whimpering along with his soft moan.

‘Fuck. So tight... so wet. Such a perfect little cunt’ he huffed out, his lips parting in pleasure, dark eyebrows furrowing. You tried to steady your breathing, tried to relax your muscles to accommodate his size, clung to his shoulders for support.

He wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, continuing to push inside you, albeit slowly, until he was buried to the hilt. You clenched around him, and the soft groan he let out made your stomach drop with a surge of pleasure. He bottomed out and slammed back in, tearing a broken moan from you as he set a ruthless pace, his eyes darkening with lust and the slip of his mask, hunger palpable in his every movement and the way he sought to fully claim you.

He lifted your legs higher up around his waist, his fingers tightening around your throat, not pressing on the front, leaving you room to breathe but making you even more dizzy than you already were.

His pelvis kept slapping against your clit, drawing out whines and pants from you, and with every thrust, he seemed to grow more accustomed to where you liked to be touched, because as soon as his cock pressed against your g-spot, your back arched and your head thrashed from side to side, a lewd moan echoing in the room as you clamped around him.

‘There, huh? Let me do it again, darling’ he breathed, one hand lifting both your legs and bending them at the knees, letting you rest them against his chest as he rammed into you, hitting the same spot again and again, relentlessly building the pressure inside you, making you see stars.

‘Mhh- too much... Chrollo’ you whined, trapped underneath him, feeling as though you might implode if he didn’t stop- or if he stopped, for what it was worth.

‘Moan my name again, pet. Let me hear how filthy it sounds on your lips’ he grunted, the sound of skin slapping against skin both enticing and dirty as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.

When you didn’t reply, suddenly aware of how you were moaning his name, reinforcing how you knew- wanted it to be him to fuck you at that moment, he let out a breathless laugh.

‘Looks as though you might need some convincing’ he said, slowing down and eventually slipping out of you, letting your legs down. You whimpered, desire clawing at your gut, your cunt clenching around nothing as you opened your bleary eyes and set them on him. He gave you a smirk, flipping you on your stomach and lifting your hips, spreading your knees with his and pushing on your lower back to make you arch into him. You lifted yourself on your elbows and heard his tongue click against his teeth condescendingly before he pushed your head against the mattress and smacked your ass with a resounding slap.

You yelped, biting down on your lower lip, mortification once again mingling with pleasure as he pushed his cock back inside you, letting out a soft groan.

‘Use your hands one more time and I will tie them up behind your back. It will feel better like this. For me- and for you’ he said, fisting your hair and gripping your hip, starting to pound into you from behind once again.

It did feel better like this. Deeper. Unbearable. He stimulated your clit with every thrust, the tip of his cock kept pressing against your cervix, and you did not know if you could bear it much longer.

You found the bridge of your nose damp with tears, and struggled to recognise your own voice in the filthy moans you were letting out. It was humiliating and it was impossibly pleasurable, and the mix was somewhat addicting, tainting. It was ruining every shred of sanity left in your brain.

Until he got what he wanted. Because it seemed as though he always did. He could steal anything, including his name from your lips said with such want and bliss that had you not been fucked stupid, you would have wanted to die.

‘Ahh- Chr- Chrollo! Fuck. Gonna cum’ you screamed, sobbing, clenching around him, getting even closer to a mind-shattering orgasm with every moan and groan he graced you with.

‘Good girl. My girl. Mine. You love this, mh? Tell me how much you love this. Tell me how badly you want to cum all over my cock’ he urged, voice possessive and low, and you could not stop yourself, could not do anything but acquiesce, because you needed- needed to cum.

‘Yes! Please. Please let me cum. Please. Need it so bad’ you whined, sobbed even, desperate for reprieve, hoping he would have mercy on you, hoping he would let you finish. His fingers reached under you to rub at your clit, and you could hardly contain a sob of wild pleasure and the jolt of your hips.

‘Since you asked so nicely. Go on, pet, cum for me’ he huffed out, still thrusting inside you at that unrelenting pace, and as though he had power over your own body, you felt the release hit you like a wave of overwhelming pleasure that made your vision white and your ears fill with static.

He was quick to cum with a breathy moan as you squeezed his cock through your orgasm, holding you tightly as he spilled inside you. He continued to push in and out slowly, until you stopped throbbing and squeezing around him.

‘Fuck’ he breathed, letting you collapse on the bed and doing the same next to you. You both stayed silent for a minute or two, catching your breath, feeling the cool air on your feverish skin.

‘Let me clean you up, darling’ he said, and you didn’t have the strength to object as he got up and walked away, the sound of his footsteps quiet as you kept your eyes closed until he came back with a glass of water and a wet towel, his trousers back on, but still shirtless. He wiped your inner thighs gently, with more care than you wanted to admit someone like him could be capable of, and carefully lifted you up so you could drink the water he’d brought you.

You took small gulps, finding it felt amazing trickling down your dry, raw throat after all that crying and screaming. He only put the glass on the nightstand when you had finished it all.

‘Thanks’ you said absent-mindedly, your mind slowly coming back to you in coherent thoughts as you attempted to cover yourself with the duvet. He gave you a languid smile, tucking your hair away from your face and lying next to you.

But it was finally over now. You could leave. Your deal had revealed itself to be better than you wanted to admit, but now, you were finally free. You could put this all behind you.

You tried to get up and gather your clothes, but your body felt like a ragdoll. He had really done a number on you.

‘Careful, dearest. You should wait a little’ he said, smiling at you, his eyes soft, his expression unreadable. You let out a shuddering breath.

‘Want to get... my clothes, and leave’ you said, getting up and hastily putting on your clothes, feeling a little dizzy. You walked back towards the bed, retrieving your underwear and your skirt, putting them on, almost falling were it not for his arms catching you and holding you still.

You felt weird. It had surely been intense, but so intense that your vision was slowly darkening around the edges and your arms and legs felt as heavy as lead?

He pulled you on his lap, and you protested weakly when he started to stroke your hair and kissed your forehead.

‘No- you said I would be free after this. Let me leave’ you slurred, and he shushed you, tenderly stroking your back in soothing gestures.

‘Oh, darling, I never said you would be free’ he said softly, still holding you. You blinked, confused, his face blurry as you stared at him.

‘You said- I’d be leaving this place- with my power... un...scathed within... a day. What d’you do to me?’ your words were garbled together, slurred like you were drunk. And you felt so heavy and tired.

‘I put a few sleeping pills in the water I gave you. Nothing that will harm you, so don’t worry your pretty little head. I don’t need to steal your power if I keep you. You will leave unscathed, but I never said you would leave alone. You should really pay more attention to the words of a vow, my love’ he said, stroking your hair, his soft voice lulling you into sleep despite how horrified you were in your mind. He had tricked you. Had no plans of freeing you. You hadn’t considered he might keep you. Hadn’t considered the depth of his obsession with you. Hadn’t considered there was more than one reason why he had kept you captive.

‘I cannot be parted from you, my love. Your place is by my side. Now close your eyes. Sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us’ he said gently, soothingly. And you could not help but do as he said, your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, your thoughts muddying and fading away along with your consciousness.

Part II here

Part III here

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TW: Canaibalism, dark themes, etc don’t like this type of shit don’t read it.🫶🏽

Pt.1

•Vampire!Phantom Troupe that only gets more vile and disgusting as you try to understand their ways of life.

•Vampire!Pakunoda that is an absolute sweetheart. She respects your privacy more that’s any of the troupe combined.

•Vampire!Machi that keeps her distance, but from afar she fantasies about how you taste. She talks to Chrollo about it and he can’t help, but relate to how she feels. Maybe one day they can make a plan that would lead to your glorious blood trickling out of your neck and maybe from in between your thighs from the many bite marks that would linger on your inner skin.

•You eventually eat of your own kind with the help of good ole peer pressure, and a little bit of motivation from Vampire!Chrollo.

•The taste was tangy, and almost kinda sweet? It made you feel like a different kind of person. Not in a necessarily bad way, but not in a good way either. You feel soft circular rubs on your lower back by Pakunoda. As you get done chewing your first bite.

•The whole Vampire!Troupe is proud of their pretty little human. They could just eat you up.

•“You did such a good job..” Chrollo would pat your head while reassuring you.

•“Awh? How’d it taste for your first round hm?” Nobunaga would tease.

*Vampire!Shalnark that has always been plotted on you since the beginning, and tries to wiggle his way into your heart by trying to understand how you feel about your whole “Situation”. Almost like he’s being sympathetic? No. Oh, honey when you finally break down to him a cry about how unsure and afraid you are he finally can see your deep and sweet emotions. As your tears trickle out your eyes Shalnark would wipe, and kiss your pretty wet cheeks. Licking and enjoying the salty taste when your not looking.

•His presence is soft and comforting until you mention how much you want to leave and be your own person again. When the words “I want to be alone.” Leaves your lips the air around you gets tense and out of a corner Feitan appears with a pale face, and there is no sight of that sickening smirk you knew all too well.

•With last bit of courage you had you got up and left. You couldn’t help but think to yourself maybe your thought process then saved your life?

•Vampire!Chrollo that goes through your house smelling and inhaling your scent. There’s just something about the way you smell that keeps him going. It just adds to your perfection in his eyes.

•Vampire!Phantom troupe that knows to never let you out of their sights as long as your alive.

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keiriiz · 1 year ago

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Chrollo Relationship/Romantic Headcanons

Now for these headcanons, this is where my opinion might really differ from the rest of you guys. Of course this isn’t all but just some of my favorites. I will be putting a clear NSFW warning for when I start to talk about him in bed. 🔞

I do want to add that some of my headcanons would change depending on his partner. If they’re a Nen-user or not, exactly what their ability is, if they’re in the Phantom Troupe, and how long he’s known them, etc. These are just as neutral as possible haha. Even some of what I say here contradicts how I’ve written him in certain ships because I knew exactly how he would act for those specific love interests.

✥ Right of the bat, Chrollo is bi-romantic, having very little preference of gender when it comes to his s/o. And sexuality wise, he’s definitely on the demisexual spectrum.

✥ Chrollo never really planned on being in a long term relationship or ever settling down with someone when he created the Phantom Troupe. It was just another aspect of life he was prepared to sacrifice. So giving a genuine relationship a shot he’d have to really love the other person.

✥ It would take forever for Chrollo to actually recognize he was feeling romantic attraction to another person as the entire thing is foreign to him.

✥ This man’s charisma goes out the drain when trying to flirt with someone he’s genuinely interested it. Tapping his fingers as a stim while he awkwardly flirts. It’s painfully adorable.

✥ Before making things official, he may do extensive research on his s/o. Background checks, verifying friends and family members, overall borderline stalking. It’s a safety measure. He doesn’t want to risk falling for someone who works for an opposing group or who might betray him.

✥ In a relationship, his s/o would be a source of comfort, especially if the relationship is long term. He’ll relax in their arms after a heist or cuddle up to them when he has a nightmare.

✥ I said in my last post but I’ll say it again here. Chrollo is a little spoon!

✥ It’s not too often Chrollo will verbally tell someone he loves them, his main ways of showing affection are quality time, and gift giving. And for his special someone, he wouldn’t just give them random things willy-nilly, he’d put thought behind each one. Say his partner mentions needing new shoes because their current ones are really worn out. You bet next time Chrollo sees them he’s bringing two pairs of brand new shoes.

✥ He loves to be able to lay his head in his s/o’s lap and have them play with his hair while he reads. He might even purr if given the right setting.

✥ Chrollo can be touch avoidant in general. If anyone touches him and he hasn’t given that person mental permission he will move away, shudder even. So if he’s actually allowing another in his space it really is a sign of fondness.

✥ This man definitely takes notes from romance novels he’s read when it comes to dates with someone he’s head over heels for. It can be cheesy.

✥ Chrollo isn’t a chef by any means but on occasion he’ll attempt to cook for his s/o when staying in. Might as well put some of his cook books to use after all.

✥ The times Chrollo is with his partner, things can be quite pleasant. However he can still be emotionally distant. He often wonders what he did to deserve all of this. To be able to love and be loved. It’s a mental battle he might struggle with quite often in the relationship and he wouldn’t be too open to communicating that, leaving his s/o confused. Just some general reassurance could go a long ways.

✥ I feel like a lot of people go for the idea that he’d like others with similar interests or are like him in general, and I could see potential in that mindset however I much prefer the “opposites attract” trope. I think Chrollo might have a bigger interest in someone different than him who can really show a different perspective on certain things. Or even test his mindset and show him new interests.

✥ He’s protective of his s/o, knowing with the life he has, anyone might try to hurt them to get to him so Chrollo wouldn’t be one to really “show off” his partner unfortunately. They relationship could be pretty private.

✥ Assuming his s/o isn’t in the Troupe, Chrollo may ghost them while he’s away on the job. He’ll let them know he’s working, but no calls or texts while he’s away. He won’t even give a location. He wants to keep his personal life separate and doesn’t want to risk revealing to an enemy his relationship or possibly get distracted.

NSFW BELOW ‼️

✥ Before the relationship, Chrollo didn’t really like sex (as I mentioned him being demi), he viewed the act as a chore used on jobs to get information and didn’t find it all that gratifying.

✥ With his s/o, Chrollo much prefers to make love as opposed to casual sex. He likes the intimacy of being with someone he truly loves and not just an act of pleasure.

✥ He prefers bottoming though is open to being a verse. Acting as Boss all the time he really just likes to relax in his personal life so in all honesty it wouldn’t be rare to catch him being a pillow prince in bed.

✥ Chrollo’s not the biggest cock wise, probably just reaching average. He’s uncut being from Meteor City but trust and believe he keeps that shit clean with his pubic hair trimmed.

✥ He’ll almost never out right ask for sex, he’s honestly fine if his partner doesn’t have any interest in the act either. Though if they make a move he’s more than happy for a session.

✥ He’s got VERY sensitive nipples. Give them a little tug with your teeth and he’ll mewl.

✥ Aftercare is always a given between him and his s/o. If Chrollo just got done bottoming, cuddles and praise are a must. He’d especially melt if given a massage.

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years ago

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Is there any way we can overpower Chrollo physically? It sucks that he’s more cunning than us, but stronger too😭??

that's the thing about yandere hxh characters, you're kinda just screwed. literally and metaphorically. in certain power systems — take stands from jjba, for example — the super cool ability is a separate entity. the stand user themselves are vulnerable to anything a normal human being would be. this gives some leeway, a little silver lining to cling to. in hxh though, it's gg. these people are craaaazy when considered strong in universe. immunity to poison, capable of stopping a fatal attack with muscles alone (miss machi < 3), being able to almost instantly scale a four story building, en, zetsu... it's rough. that doesn't even take into account the wild possibility of hatsu that chrollo has at his disposal. in terms of physical strength, i think back to the zoldyck gate test as a sort of touchstone.

at the end of the chimera ant arc, killua can open the door that weighs 64 tons (aka 128,000 pounds), and his body stat is listed at 4/5.

here are chrollo's stats:

so................ that means chrollo could, at the bare minimum, lift 128,000 pounds... 😭 that's forty times as heavy as a car. the man is strong. you just gotta cut your losses and wave the white flag at that point. no wonder you can't win against him in an arm wrestling match, even when you cheat and use both hands.

it really is wild whenever he's casual about this level of strength. you'll be pulling over because of a flat tire, and while you're taunting him about not having a car jack, he just . picks up the car with one hand as if it's an everyday occurrence before you can even finish your sentence. like whaaaat the fuck. he could at least throw a grunt in there to pretend it's a bit straining. after everything's fixed and he goes to put his hand on your thigh you can't help but stare, for a reason aside from disgust this time. what is this hand capable of. it dawns on you that breaking bones must be to him what snapping a toothpick is for you. when he goes to give the flesh a playful squeeze you ask him to please be careful, much to his confusion. when he realizes the reason you're being so tentative, he 'reassures' you by promising he can control himself around you just fine.

... despite this, you calm down when it comes to insulting him for at least two days. maybe three.

#yandere chrollo x reader #chrollo brainrot #answered #Anonymous

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animeyanderelover · 2 years ago

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Anon: Chrollo with a passive s/o?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, threats, blackmailing, abduction, isolation

Passive s/o

📖 Having a more passive personality doesn't have to imply automatically something negative but with Chrollo it will definitely escalate as he is quick to recognize that he can use certain traits of yours to his own advantage. That may include your fear of conflict and confrontation and your struggles to make decisions all by yourself as you're more comfortable going with the flow. No matter how subtle those traits of yours might be, Chrollo will amplify them to the very extreme until you're basically relying on him to make the decisions for you. He doesn't mind, in fact appreciates the co-dependency you start to develop with time on him. With manipulation and the occasional help of the other spiders he basically makes himself into your comfort zone, one you hesitate to leave without as you're not overly fond of being confronted with new things. You feel more comfortable having him reassuring you and deciding as you trust his own judgement more than your own.

📖 Chrollo is a huge control freak so the moment he notices that your eyes always fly to him when someone presents you with a choice as if asking him for help to pick, he's rather delighted. Honestly, I feel like Chrollo's character in general would be bad for someone passive who tends to not speak up for themselves or voice their opinion. Chrollo is confident, he's assertive and very knowledgable and smart too so even if he wouldn't have any bad intentions, you'd probably end up letting him take charge anyways. His charisma and leadership barely leave any room for you to make a decision, his sheer confidence and intelligence even reassures you since you can always delude yourself into thinking that he knows better and for that can make the better choices. An idea that Chrollo subtly feeds you to only fuel your reliance on him. Where you hesitate to speak up, he will and if you fail to set boundaries with people who aren't him, he will very quickly clarify them to you and the other person.

📖 The romantic relationship is half-consensual and half-forced. You have feelings by Chrollo at this rate, that's just the wonder of his charming personality but you also have never considered having a romantic relationship before. Chrollo coerces you into agreeing though, even if only so that he can tell himself that you also love him and to use this moment later on against you for the purpose of manipulation. He has broken you already down and your fear to disappoint him and push your source of comfort away from you by denying him just lead you into saying yes, yet another failure to speak up your own mind. It's at the very latest after your abduction where he reveals his true identity that you show signs of rebellion, even if your fear and hesitant personality sober possibly fierce insults and words down into a soft and cautious tone. By now there is too much damage that has been done by him and instead you find yourself continuing to go along with his flow as you quickly realize that by doing so, your life will just be a tiny bit quieter and peaceful. You want to avoid troubles and discussions if possible.

📖 All of his mindgames aside, it is important to say that Chrollo actually is interested in your real thoughts and feelings. You just swallow every idea, thought and feeling down instead of showing it, especially after your abduction. So perhaps it's surprising for you when Chrollo sometimes converses with you and suddenly asks you about your own opinion about something, be it a philosophical question or your view of the world or even himself. Such spontanous questions always overwhelm you a bit, especially if you have never thought about it before. You're always trying to gauge his reaction in favor of not saying anything he might disagree with but it's hard to emotionally read him as he purposely makes it difficult for you. He wants to know what you think after all and doesn't want you to repeat words he has spoken before. Speak to him with your own words. He's surprisingly encouraging during such moments, hearing you speak your own mind a precious, little treat as he watches and listens to his darling spider intently.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer

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oddeyechrollo · 13 days ago

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I love my boyfriend

Synopsis: You couldn’t ask for a better man in your life, Pariston was nothing short of sweet and loving, giving you everything you ask for the moment you want it. Yet, you can’t help but feel chemistry towards the long-haired punk in your creative writing class. Based on the song I love my boyfriend by Princess Chelsea.

Pairing; loser punk Chrollo x reader, Pariston x reader

Warnings: college au, plot with porn, unprotected sex, drinking, use of marijuana, Chrollo is a menace and unforgiving about it, you cheat on Pariston, creampie, biting (a lot of hickeys), rough sex, Pariston is a little bitch, 18+ only. Thank you to @nerosero-requiem for proofreading :3

Word count: 9.3k.

“The blush-inducing rush of another man’s affections,

I don’t care, I don’t even know,

I supposed I just wanted another man’s attention.

But I love my boyfriend, he is good to me and he’s a good man. “

Everyone in your family adores Pariston, he’s nothing short of saccharine and many in your hometown consider you to be the most perfect couple in existence. He pays for all of your wants and needs (you’d think coming from a wealthy family would have made him more stuck up, but he’s fairly kind and generous) and never complains when you talk of your issues or rant about the most minuscule subjects. Hell, he even interjects to add his opinion and reassure you of your feelings. Pariston was ever so perfect; you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. Your father had disapproved of almost every boy you’ve brought by the house in high school; except for Pariston. He wooed your parents, sweeping them off their feet just like he did you. You’ve spent the last six years with him and it’s been nothing short of blissful.

A bit redundant and routinely, but that’s good. It’s a healthy relationship. Years later and you still wonder how you caught the eye of the richest golf player in all of your school. He had many options, not to say you were any less than them, but Pariston is completely head over heels for you, a little drama nerd who played Wendy in the school's rendition of Peter Pan.

Your mother always insisted that you head off to college, but once in a drunken state, admitted “you could drop out, Pariston would take care of ya, sweetie!” With a burst of giggles. She was correct, obviously, Pariston would give you whatever you want the moment you want it. It’s not something you’d ever abuse from him though, you still follow your own morals (loosely, but they’re still present). Pariston Hill is a marvelous, good man and you know it. You’d be content with having his children one day too, but not for another ten years (he immediately agreed, you’ve never so much as thought of taking off a condom before).

Pariston is perfect for you and would give you the perfect life; so why is it that you can’t help the brief looks you give to the black haired boy each morning in the dining area? His name is Chrollo, he’s in your advanced literature and creative writing class, and fuck, you hope the chemistry is one sided. That’s all it is: chemistry, your hormones raging for something different, something unique. Every time he looks at you with his pretty, grey eyes you felt an electric shock jolt throughout your heart and brain and- the last ones too shameful to admit.

But you love your boyfriend, he’s a good man and he takes care of you when you need it.

But everytime you close your eyes now… you think of Chrollo. Again, it’s only chemistry, but there’s nothing in the world you could do about it. Much less now as you head off to meet the devil himself.

Professor Atkins had chosen your partners for the upcoming project. Something about co-writing a horror novel and switching who writes every ten minutes or whatever, you certainly don’t remember. Your head was too busy malfunctioning when he declared you as Chrollo’s partner. You were on your way to one of the private rooms by the food court.

Pariston is at a fraternity meeting with his brothers right now, discussing which charities they should fundraise for while you double checked your outfit to look spotless for another man.

‘It’s not wrong,’ you assure yourself, ‘it’s… just that first impressions are important.’ You think as you evenly apply your Dior lip glow oil (that your sweetheart bought for you) on your lips. You arrive 10 minutes early to the study room, and feel anxiety wear at your gut. You put the compact mirror and makeup away, what if you gave off a shallow impression? From what you could tell, Chrollo was highly intelligent, but laid back. You swear he smells like marijuana in class sometimes, but a pothead couldn’t be so eloquent the way Chrollo is. His friend group has a lot of personality in it too. You’re quite familiar with Pakunoda as you’ve had a few general classes with the sweet girl. You’ve gone to dinner and events together on a few occasions but you’ve never crossed friend groups with her.

“Sorry I’m late, my roommate accidentally set our stove on fire even though I insisted on cooking tonight.” Chrollo pants as he closes the door behind him. You giggle at his current state; he’s wearing a black topcoat with a black turtleneck and- you guessed it, black slacks and shoes. Even the bandana wrapped around his forehead is obsidian, but it seems to be made out of some silky fabric. If he’s trying to save himself from the cold, that bandana certainly won’t do it.

This isn’t his usual attire, but you won’t point that out. You typically see him in band shirts and ripped jeans with accessories. Whether it be a hat, scarf, matching coats, or something made out of leather, he rarely dresses so… blandly. It kinda kills it for you, thank god. Maybe you were simply attached to the edge he has, maybe it’s gone now that he’s dressed like a common office worker.

“It’s alright, um, I’m curious though, how did that happen?” You ask, containing your laughter. He takes off his coat and hangs it on the chair across from you, pulling it out and finally sitting down. His snowy white skin is perfect, not a blemish in sight. And his eyebrows… though hidden, you can tell he waxes them.

“I just got back from an interview and I walked in on him trying to put out a grease fire with water, the moment I told Phinks to stop he poured it and made it much worse!” Chrollo rolls his eyes. Now that he’s so close to you, you notice the stench of smoke in the air. “I was able to put it out on my own but the landlord won’t be pleased about this…” he sighs, a dreamy smile on his face that you stare at just a bit too long for comfort. “But enough about me! How’s your day been?” He asks, pulling out an old laptop and a few notes from class.

“Pretty good, my boyfriend took me out for breakfast before classes and we took a stroll around the uni after.” You regretfully inform him, annoyed by the mention of Pariston right now.

It’s all chemistry, nothing else. This is your reality, and blowing a perfect future for a guy you don’t know isn’t rational.

“Pariston, right? I think I’ve seen you with him a few times, plus he’s been in a few of my classes over the years.” There is a lot you could have taken from his words, but the only thing that runs through your head is “I think I’ve seen you…” implying that Chrollo has in fact, noticed you besides glances. You want to squeal at the thought, but now isn’t the time to feed into your juvenile crush on him.

‘Nor ever,’ rings a voice in your head, reminding you of the reality you live in. ‘He’s not interested, he’s seen you with your boyfriend.’

“Yeah, that’s him,” you smile, briefly looking down in disappointment. You don’t miss the smirk on his face either, but he does that a lot anyway- God you’re a total creep for noticing that.

“You guys make a lovely couple. Now, do you have the plot that Dr. Atkins gave to us? I can go first if you’d like…”

Chrollo’s mind is interesting. The original prompt given to you by your professor was about a child being kidnapped and taken to a log cabin for ransom. In his first ten minutes of writing, he describes how the child comes from a wealthy family and he’d be tied up in the basement while his captor spends the day out. So you went off that and added that the sheriff was the one who kidnapped him, hence why he was always gone in the day. He enjoyed it, but tweaked it just a bit. The mother of the child was in on it, and she wanted the ransom to run off with the sheriff, the man she truly loved.

“Do you think a mother would do that to her child?” He asks you randomly as he passes his laptop over to you. You falter for a moment before grabbing it, pondering his question.

“Selfish desires can drive anyone to do anything if they lack self restraint.” You shrug, preparing yourself to write the next section. Maybe they’d get away with it, should they leave the child behind? Does the mother even love the child enough? Clearly not if she’s willing to use him for a ransom, maybe they’ll leave him behind as well. Her child would only be a reminder of her past with another man, you certainly wouldn’t want that if you were selfish enough to follow in her path.

“I agree with you,” Chrollo states, staring intently at you. The electric shocks run throughout your body as he refuses to look anywhere else in the room. You aren’t looking back by any means, but you know his eyes never leave you. Not once.

You finished the project within an hour, which should give you plenty of time to get ready for your date tonight. Pariston insisted on taking you to La Maison, his favorite restaurant that only serves the richest clients in town. Not that it was ever an issue for him, but it personally isn’t your favorite. The food portions sucked, you always had to wear a dress inside, and the waiters were a bit rude for your taste.

“I enjoyed writing with you, is literature your major as well?” Chrollo draws you out of your thoughts, and you smile at him.

“Yeah! Hopefully I’ll get my masters in the next few years.” You beam, hoping he’d ask you more.

Chrollo doesn’t, he begins to pack up his belongings and you accept your fate. As you pack up your own things your phone starts to ring, it’s Pariston. A picture of him smiling while holding two bunnies pops up on your phone and you immediately answer.

“My sweetheart! I fear I have to cancel tonight’s dinner, it’ll be such a hassle to switch around the reservation but I’ll do it. The brothers insist we head down to the charity center to discuss our fundraising event and I don’t think I’ll be home until late. You understand, right sweetie?” You could practically hear him frowning as your own face drops momentarily.

“It’s fine, I understand. It’s no biggie, just tell me when we can reschedule!” You respond as chrollo gives you a glance.

“Fantastic, my sweetheart! I’m sorry for the delay, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Pariston hangs up, leaving you a bit disappointed. He’s a busy man, you can’t expect all of his attention on you. Hell, you’ve grown accustomed to it since high school. Pariston always makes it up with the amount of love he does give you while together, so you shouldn’t complain about your situation.

“Everything alright?” Chrollo asks, now behind you. He’s very quick, and silent too.

“Yeah! I’m fine,” you insist, “Pariston had to cancel our date tonight.” You explain, standing up from your chair as you make your way to the door. “It was nice writing with you, I hope we do more projects together!” You beam at him.

“Wait! Would you like to go grab some coffee at the café downstairs? My treat, I could always use a new friend.” Chrollo asks as he stands up as well. His sentiment was sweet, but you couldn’t deny the ache that follows with it. A friend, that’s all you’ll ever be to him. Nothing more or less.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“You should have told me you don’t like coffee,” Chrollo frowns as you take small sips of your Chai Latte. “I know a cafe with better teas on the other side of campus.” He pouts, sipping on his own black coffee (you wanted to gag when you heard him order that monstrosity).

“Are you talking about Ponzu’s?” You ask. “She has my favorites. But this one’s alright, it’s convenient anyway.” You assure, staring at the poison in his hands.

“You act as if my cup personally slaughtered your family.” Chrollo teases, noting the look of disgust you can’t bring yourself to hide.

“I drank black coffee once- well, forced myself to- after pulling an all nighter. I felt anxiety for two days straight and I thought I was gonna have a stroke.” You recall, still not looking away from the cup he so generously sipped. “Oh my god, you drink it as if it’s water from the fountain of youth.” You remark in disbelief. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction as if to get the point across to you.

“It’s an acquired taste,” he smirks.

“And I have no intentions of acquiring it anytime soon.” You deadpan, sipping your flavored ice chai.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you feeling better?” Chrollo changes the subject, petrifying you for a moment. You hope you didn’t make it too obvious that you were disappointed by your cancelled date, it’s not like he could do anything about it anyway.

“Yeah, it’s fine! Pariston has to cancel a lot of our dates.” You admit, taking another drink of your chai. “I’m used to it, and I wasn’t too excited for dinner either. It’s his favorite, not mine.” You giggle. His eyebrows furrow and you recognize how negative you just sounded about your own lover! How rude of you! “He always makes up for it though! I’m not complaining.” You quickly add, hoping it doesn’t come off as ungrateful.

“If you don’t mind my two cents, I think he should stick to his biggest commitment of them all, but what do I know? It’s not like I have a girlfriend to treat.” Chrollo laughs, “he must be doing something right if it’s still working out.”

And that’s the problem, Pariston does everything right. Not a single wrong thing with him, he’s the ideal partner and here you are daydreaming about a nerdy punk you’ve only spoken to for a day. He’s a perfect man who would give you the perfect life that other girls would kill for, you can’t complain.

“Anyway, are you hungry? Since you’re not going out, I know this amazing Chinese place across town if you’re down-” you cut him off excitedly.

“Wok ‘n Roll?” You beam at him as he nods.

“That’s the one! They practically know me by name now. They took a picture of my friend, Uvogin and hung it on the wall for finishing 10 plates in one sitting. The waiter couldn’t bring them out fast enough so he insisted on raw beef by the last three plates.” Chrollo reminisces with a half smile on his face.

“Your friends sound interesting, eating raw beef and starting grease fires.” You giggle at the thought. Pakunoda seems pretty normal compared to the others, and so does Chrollo.

“They have a lot of personality, it’s entertaining. Do you need a ride there?” He asks as he takes his final drink of bitter, disgusting, black coffee.

“No, I’ll meet you there. I don’t wanna leave my car on campus.”

“Sounds good, I’m gonna drop by my place real quick, I wanna get in something more comfortable.”

And comfortable chrollo looks. You freshen up your lip gloss and makeup imperfections while you wait for him in the parking lot. He knocks on your door, surprising you (did he know it was your car? Or did he guess?) and you look up to see him in his usual attire. A Machine Girl shirt with a baggy flannel and ripped jeans. His bandana is different too, black with red designs around it.

God dammit, all of his appeal is still there, unfortunately. You can feel your face heat up and you thank the universe for concealer.

You turn off your car and exit, immediately taking in his cologne. It’s sandalwood for sure, with some jasmine undertones. Not overwhelmingly masculine in the most irritating ways; it suits him.

“Evening, apologies for making you wait.” Chrollo greets, leaning against the car next to you. It was a 1970 Buick Electra, and you’re not a car girl but it’s definitely doing something for you (or to you, for that matter). Chrollo closes the door to your car before you could do it yourself.

“I didn’t mind, I like your shirt by the way.” You compliment. “Machine Girl’s one of my faves.” His eyes widen momentarily in surprise.

“Oh god, I rarely meet people that know of them. What’s your favorite song?” He practically rushes out as you walk with him towards the entrance.

“Scroll of Sorrow, Out by 16 but dead on the scene, and hmm… sue me for being a basic fan, but mg1.” You shrug. Chrollo opens the heavy doors to the restaurant for you and you let out a quick ‘thank you,’

“Mg1 is overrated for a good reason, it’s one of my favorites too. I think I like devil speak and hidden power the most though. Are you going to one of their shows? They’re on tour and I bought my ticket for York New.” Chrollo babbles on. The lady at the front (your eyes look over to see the picture of Chrollo’s friend shaking hands with one of the chefs) motions for you to follow her.

“Nah, none of my friends like ‘em and I’m a bit skeptical about going on my own.” You reply with notes of embarrassment in your tone.

“Come with me! I have an extra ticket, and I was gonna force my best friend Shalnark to go but he’ll be relieved to get to stay home.” Chrollo insists as you sit down across from him.

Jesus Christ, you couldn’t have picked a worst time to be in a perfect relationship.

You finished eating a while ago, but you’re sure you’ve been speaking to Chrollo for much longer than that. Turns out you have a lot in common; his music range is just like yours, you both enjoy obscure foreign movies, comedy shows, manga, and he was also in theatre!

“I starred in Angels in Saherta as a freshman, if that gives you any idea as to how passionate I am about acting.” He laughs, and even if it was a subtle brag you enjoy it. “That’s my absolute favorite! It’s a real tear-jerker, I cried for days after watching it for the first time. The AIDS epidemic truly was a travesty, but I’m glad audiences have a good way of educating themselves on it, even if it’s just a play.” You reply. “I was Wendy in our Peter Pan show, and Mina in our production of Dracula. That one was my favorite show we did.” You remember fondly. You enjoyed twirling around in your dress backstage.

“What a range! Not particularly fond of Peter Pan, but Dracula must have been a wonderful performance. Drama class was where I met most of my friends actually, it’s why I’m majoring in literature. I want to become a writer one day and produce my own plays.” Chrollo expresses. You could see a gleam in his eye that’s bereft of most people by the time they reach your age. You’re glad he still has it, that passion and desire for something he wants.

“You should meet them some day, we’re having a hang out tonight if you’re interested. Sorry, I’ve probably disorganized your schedule for the night.” He says sheepishly. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” He adds, looking away momentarily.

Pariston is still busy anyway, and he does want you to make more friends…

“No I’d love to! I wanna meet the infamous Uvogin sooo bad.” You joke. Chrollo beams at you with happiness and unadulterated joy. He doesn’t smile often, but you relish in the comfort of knowing you have that effect on him.

You briefly look down to your phone, noticing a few text messages from Pariston.

“Party at the house if you’d like to join! Gin brought a keg. It’s getting crazy out here.”

“Did you eat by the way? I’ll uber you whatever you want if not ^.^”

You’ll reply when you’re back in your car. You never quite enjoyed parties with his frat brothers, or them in general. Yes they do charitable work, yes they have basic human decency, yes Gin at best is just annoying as fuck. It doesn’t matter to you though, a lot of them are snobbier than most humans you’ve ever met and you absolutely despise how insufferable they behave while intoxicated.

“Can I ask you something real quick?” Chrollo asks, pulling out his wallet to leave a hefty tip. You nod, putting your phone back into your purse. “Does Pariston get jealous when you hang out with guys?” He says,

“Pariston isn’t like that, he trusts me and I frankly don’t care if he’s around girls either.” You shrug, not thinking much of it. “I mean, it’s not like I have a lot of guy friends to begin with, so it’s never been a concern.” You were too embarrassed to admit that you didn’t have any male friends, and only a handful of girl friends here. You didn’t stand out much in high school besides the plays you were in, and your friend group dispersed after going to college. Well, not necessarily, they all went to your first choice while you followed Pariston to Zaban University. You typically socialize around Pariston’s friends too, and they’re hardly your own.

“That’s cute, trust is vital in a relationship. I’m sure he won’t mind then.” Chrollo smirks, standing up. “I’ll pay the bill, come on.” He instructs, and you follow behind him.

Chrollo rents a three bedroom house with his friend Phinks, their other friend Uvogin graduated college the year before and moved out to go back to York New. As you step inside the house, you notice it’s much more cleanly than you’d expect for two men. It’s a simple one story with a large living room and decent sized kitchen. You notice three girls and three guys on the large sectional couch, drinking different types of beers and liquors. Chrollo greets you as you come in.

“This is the girl I was telling you guys about,” Chrollo explains over the music as he says your name to them. You notice a coy look from some of the men, but you smile at Pakunoda first and foremost.

“Hey! Haven’t seen you around in a while.” She waves her hand at you and you wave back. “She’s such a dear, be nice.” Pakunoda practically growls at two blonde men who chuckle at her threat.

“I’m sure she is,” the blonde with the slick backed hair remarks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Sorry about Phinks, he gets drunk easily. Biggest lightweight in the room.” Chrollo rolls his eyes. He motions for you to follow him and you do. You sit next to him on the edge of the couch.

“Hey! Fuck you man, just for that I’ll drink more than any of you dickwads in this room!” Phinks yells as he grabs onto his beer can, chugging it all down.

“Aren’t you the guy that almost burnt down the kitchen?” You blurt out, he crushes the can against his forehead and stands, making his way to the kitchen.

“Keyword: almost. I could have handled it.” He replies, staggering around the room.

“No you couldn’t!” At least four of them yell back at Phinks. You giggle as he glares at them.

“Damn haters can’t handle me, yall can grab your own beers!” He yells from the kitchen.

“I’m Shizuku by the way.” A girl with glasses says from across the couch.

“Machi.” The pink haired one replies. She’s more curt than the others.

“I’m Nobunaga, and that’s Shalnark.” A long haired man introduces, pointing to the blond with the bowl cut.

“Aw, Uvogin isn’t here? He’s quite famous from what I’ve heard through the grapevine.” You frown. A few of them chuckle and Nobunaga replies before anyone else can.

“That’s my best friend! He’ll be here soon, he’s driving in from York New actually. Which restaurant did you take her to? He has multiple pictures hung up in a lot of ‘em. The man eats as if he’ll never see another plate again… it’s vicious.” Nobunaga describes with a look of admiration on his face.

“Wok’n Roll, the time he ate the raw beef.” You answer.

“That’s a fucking classic. The chef cried when he met Uvogin.” Shalnark chimes in, cracking open another beer can for himself.

“Do you drink?” Pakunoda suddenly asks you. “We have beer, a few wine bottles, and Tequila.”

Pariston doesn’t like when you drink without him. You’ve drank a handful of times in your life, and you chose to sip on your cups before throwing them down the drain due to the taste. At most, he’d chastise you for drinking without him…Which is a bit hypocritical since you’re positive he’s drinking with his frat brothers right now.

“I’m down for tequila.” You reply. You’ll worry about getting home later, right now you’d have fun and let loose for once.

“I just think- you’re sooooo pretty.” You slur out to Pakunoda. “And your hair Machi! It looks soooo soft and sooo edible, and Shizuku! I’ll personally give your hairstylist a raise for cutting your hair so perfectly. Oh my god I’m surrounded by beautiful women!” You cover your mouth in realization. The girls giggle at your compliments whilst Chrollo pours more shots for everyone. You’re too drunk to notice how he stares at you.

“Fuck your boyfriend, I’m taking you for myself.” Paku winks at you, making your cheeks burn with the passion of a thousand suns.

“Yeah! Fuck my boyfriend! You’re soooo much prettier and you make a better blonde!!” You giggle uncontrollably.

“She’s definitely had enough,” Machi says, but even she can’t hold in a laugh as you poorly attempt to grab another glass from Chrollo’s strong hands.

“I think she had enough when Uvogin brought out the weed.” Shizuku comments, sipping her glass of wine.

Wine sounds lovely, so sweet… and you think they have Rosé too!

“Oh my god,” you deadpan, “where’s my bestie Uvogin? Can I take a picture with him too? Or get his autograph?” You turn your head rapidly as you search for the 6’7” tall man. You were quite tipsy when he first entered the house and you gasped in awe at how tall he was. He took it as a compliment, of course, but you earned a few laughs from the group when you asked him about his experiences at the local restaurants. “Bestie!!!” You scream across the house, standing on the dining table. “You’re too tall to hideee!!” You say in a singing tone.

“They’re smoking outside, but I really think you should slow down. What is this, the first time you’ve gotten faded?” Machi voices, you hope you don’t annoy her but you’ve come to realize that’s her usual tone.

“Yes!” You blurt out. “Okay soooo, Pariston doesn’t usually let me get drunk, just tipsy at best. And he’s suuuuuper against marijuana so I’ve never done that either.” You giggle. The girls (and Chrollo) look at you with confusion in their eyes.

“You need his permission to have fun?” Chrollo comments, slamming down another shot glass. He must have such a high tolerance, he barely looks affected by anything.

“He’s sooo totally self aware of everyyyything he does because he doesn’t want a negative image or whatever, that falls onto me too, which is sooo lame! He scolded me once for getting too excited at a zoo, like, oh my god there’s a fucking penguin in front of me and you expect me to not get excited!?” You groan, feeling a bit dizzy for your own comfort. More alcohol would fix it! “Oo! More shots!” You suddenly yell out.

“I think you should lay down for a bit, if this is your first time getting fucked up you should stop soon.” Machi warns as the others nod or agree.

She’s like a stern mother, it’s cute.

“Here, you can come lay down in my room for the night. I’ll sleep on the couch anyway.” Chrollo brings up, standing from his chair as he gently grabs ahold of your hand.

His hands are rough but sooo warm. Pariston’s hands feel like a 5 year old girl’s.. You giggle at the thought.

“Have fun you two!” Pakunoda’s voice rings out and you swear you hear them laugh some more as Chrollo takes you down till the end of the hallway.

“You think he’s finally gonna go for it?” Machi asks the others, smirking.

“I fucking hope so, I’m tired of watching him yearn!” Shizuku nods.

“Let’s drink to that.” Pakunoda agrees, as they raise their shot glasses and pour the beverages down their throats. The guys open the slide door to the backyard and enter the kitchen, looking around for their plucky friend.

“Is Chrollo finally making his move?” Uvogin grunts out as he makes a b-line for the fridge, undoubtedly to get another beer.

Chrollo’s room is a bit barren, but it has a few posters that look a bit too blurry for you to actually take note of. He closes the door behind you and heads towards his closet.

“I have some spare pajamas, this shirt’s super baggy on me so it should be comfortable.” Chrollo explains as he hands you his clothes, as you’re about to thank him, your phone begins to vibrate. You grab it out of your pocket and sigh, Pariston. You reluctantly answer and raise your phone to your ear.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? I drove by your place and you’re not there.” Pariston asks, and you’ve never been the best liar, especially if you’re under the influence…

“Yeaaaah I’m fine! Spending the night at a friend's house, I got a little drunk.” You answer, and you hear Chrollo snort.

“A little?” He whispers with a smirk on his beautiful, handsome face.

“You know I don’t like when you drink without me. What friend are you with anyway? You don’t have any, sweetie.” You know he’s concerned, you know you should just answer calmly, but was it really necessary to bring up the fact that you don’t have friends? You feel heat rise in your body at his comment, how dare he remind you of that?!

“I said I’m fine, I’m not a child!” You roll your eyes as you hang up, much to your own surprise. You sit on chrollo’s bed, forgetting what you were doing in the first place. You feel chrollo’s weight on the mattress as a hand reaches out to your face and wipes away a tear you didn’t notice.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He gently asks, putting an arm around your shoulder. You lean your head against his muscular shoulder and let a sob exit your mouth.

“I feel like I can’t- can’t complain be-because everyone says he’s perfect for me and- and and- it’s not a lie but I hate when he treats me like that!” You admit. Your phone buzzes in your hand again, and you don’t wanna fucking see his oversized smile right now. You throw your phone across the room.

“You don’t have to listen to what other people say, just do what makes you happy.” Chrollo suggests, you feel him rub your forearm and the gesture comforts you. You bury your face deeper into his neck and inhale his scent. Relishing in the serenity it brings you.

“They’re not wrong, he is a perfect boyfriend- I guess. Even my mom said I could drop out since Pariston would just take care of me anyway, which is kinda so totally weird now that I think about it…” you think out loud. “I feel like he just sees me as an extension of himself… does that make sense? And as if all of my issues can be solved by throwing money at them.” You pull away and look into Chrollo's pretty grey eyes. He immediately shakes his head.

“Absolutely, but you’re more than an extension, you’re your own person with wants and needs. He can meet the physical ones but if he can’t understand you on an emotional level… then why are you wasting your time dear?” Chrollo tilts your head up to look at him directly. You stare into his mesmerizing orbs, “people with money suck, it ruins the soul.” He adds with a smirk on his face. “Admittedly, I’ve always hated it. I've been living in an orphanage my whole life so I understand what it’s like to be at the mercy of someone else swinging their money in front of me. Well, it’s a different situation but… you get it.” Chrollo reveals to you, looking away.

“I didn’t know that about you.” You gasp out, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t be complaining- really, ugh I feel like a bi-“

“By all means, complain! I’ve never really liked Pariston to begin with, he’s snobby, just good at hiding it around his girl I guess.” He scoffs, “here, go ahead and change. I’ll leave you alone.” Chrollo finally looks back at you and smiles as he stands. He lets go of you for a second, and it’s more than enough to make you realize you don’t want him to let go, ever.

“Please- please don’t leave me.” You cry out to him, quickly grabbing ahold of his hand. Chrollo turns back to look at you, maybe he’s shocked, or annoyed. You can’t tell the difference.

“I’m only leaving to give you some privacy, I’ll be back when you’re done changing.” Chrollo reassures, “open the door when you’re done, I’ll stay with you for as long as you want.” He soothes. You let go of his hand as he exits the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You quickly grab the clothing he left for you off the bed and take off your clothing, including your bra. You’d be damned before you sleep with one of those contraptions on. You put his shirt (it smells just like his cologne) and basketball shorts on as fast as you can. You sloppily attempt to fold your clothes, but it’s a bit confusing when you’re wasted. You place it on a desk he has nearby (you just noticed the large drum set he has in his room, how the hell did you miss that?) and go to open the door. He’s leaning against the wall on the opposite side as you hold your hand out to him. Chrollo smirks at your gesture and accepts it. He walks into his bedroom with you and closes the door again.

“You play drums?” You slur out as you point with your free hand. He chuckles and nods.

“Yeah, I play piano too but my keyboard’s in the garage. I’d play for you if the music wasn’t so loud.” He points out. You agree with him, the volume wasn’t this loud before, was it?

“Turn it down, it’s hurting my ears.” Machi groans as the bass vibrates throughout her body.

“Fuck no, she’s too drunk to contain herself right now. If they start fucking you’re gonna thank me! Come on, let him have this!” Phinks yells through the speaker's boom.

“Yeah, I swear it was quieter.” A confused look spreads on your face. It wasn’t overwhelming by any means, but you’d definitely be bothered if you were sober in the living room.

“You look nice.” Chrollo blurts out, giving you a once over. You gasp in surprise, he’s complimenting you?!

“Thank you!” You squeal and move to give him a hug, stunting him. Chrollo wraps his warm arms around you as you inhale deeply.

“You smell soooo sublime…” you mumble against his chest, digging your nose in as much as you can.

You’re being weird. You’re being so fucking weird right now.

You pull away immediately and cover your face in humiliation. “I’m soooo so sorry roro, that was sooo weird of me!” You quickly turn around, gods why the fuck are you like this? “You can totally leave, I'm so sooo sooooo sorry!” You shriek out, you swear you feel tears threatening to spill out of your eyes but you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. You won’t cry in front of him again.

“Hey, I didn’t mind at all, don’t hide that beautiful face from me,” Chrollo comforts you, you feel his hands grabbing onto yours and bringing them down, away from your face. “I liked it anyway, but you should lay down, seriously you’re stumbling everywhere.” He laughs and you nod. “Are you dizzy? Do you feel like vomiting?” His voice is laced with so much concern that feels genuine. Pariston would ask too, both out of concern and desire to save face. It was always mixed with both.

“Nooo, not dizzy. Just drunk and emotional and I dunno, a secret third thing?” Your voice raises as you think about it. “It’s a mystery that I don’t even know.” You giggle as you sit on his bed. You pat a spot next to you and he snorts, but sits down nonetheless.

“I wish Pariston was more like you,” you blurt out randomly, shocking even yourself.

“What do you mean?” He laughs, placing an arm around you once more.

“He cares about how other people view him too much. He’s such a perfectionist, it’s exhausting keeping up with him. Like, sooo totally draining!” You whine as you throw your body back onto the mattress. “He gets embarrassed by every little thing I do, he doesn’t have to say it, I can feel it.” You meekly let out that part, but Chrollo could hear you loud and clear. He lays down next to you and you turn your body to face him, happy to see his eyes..

“Why do you wear a bandana?” You suddenly ask, staring at it. “I’ve never seen your um, what’s it called… that head part… you know the one…?”

“My forehead?”

“Yeah! That thing!”

“Oh, I have a tattoo. Do you wanna see it?” Chrollo says as he takes it off, not waiting for you to answer.

Is it a cross? It kinda looks like one… it looks like a bullseye too…

You stare at his forehead for a few moments before you kiss him gently on the strange mark.

“It’s like a ‘lil bullseye.” You giggle, and his face is devoid of all color (as if it had much to begin with). A twinge of guilt pulls at your heart, Pariston is still your boyfriend…

“Fuck- I’m sorry, can I kiss you?” He suddenly speaks out, “I’m sorry, I know you’re dating him but-“ you cut Chrollo off by placing your lips on his, ‘fuck Pariston, you’ll deal with that fiasco later’

Chrollo’s lips immediately move to find a steady rhythm with yours, albeit still a bit sloppy due to the alcohol streaming in your bodies. His lips felt so warm… you couldn’t help your body as you broke apart briefly and straddle his body, continuing to kiss him as you moan against his lips. His hands land on your hips, fingertips gripping into your skin.

“I just don’t think she’s the type to cheat,” Pakunoda frowns, “you guys shouldn’t be encouraging it!” She’s met with a chorus of ‘boos!’ And Uvogin throws in a ‘oh brother, this guy stinks!’

“He hasn’t taken an interest in a girl in everrrr, come on be more supportive!” Shalnark defends, passing a blunt over to Nobunaga.

“Chrollo has more respect for relationships than you’d think.” She rebuts. Phinks rolls his eyes and grabs his phone, changing the music to an r&b playlist. The group looks over at him and he shrugs.

“What? Gotta help a brother out. You’re all such fake friends, I’m setting the mood at least!”

Your entire body heats as chrollo groans, you inadvertently grind on him and that’s when you feel it, he’s hard. You pull away from his lips and go down to his neck as he groans, an angelic noise you’d pay millions to hear again.

“Fuck… please don’t stop baby…” he moans, grinding your hips against his own with his hand. You could feel him twitch under you. “Leave marks on me, do whatever you want.” He encourages, and you take the bait. Your teeth dig into his neck and you suck harshly, making sure you leave something behind.

“You have- no idea for how long I’ve been thinking of this…” Chrollo hisses out as you move to a new spot on his neck, biting away to your heart's content. “Ever since I saw you hanging around Paku, but I was too ner-fuck! Too nervous…” he admits. You pull away and look him in the eyes briefly, touched by his words. He’s noticed you for the last three years…?

“You felt it too?” You pant out, staring at one another. Chrollo nods slowly, whispering out a small, “yeah,” before he flips you over. You don’t process it until seconds after, but Chrollo’s on top of you now with a knee in between your legs.

“You look sexy in my shirt.” He whispers, kissing your forehead as you did his. “You can wear them whenever you’d like.” He offers, going in to kiss your neck, but he hesitates. “…can I?” He ask, looking up at you for reassurance.

“Do whatever you want.” You repeat his previous words to him as he finally goes in to kiss your sensitive neck. He’s so gentle, as if you were made of porcelain.

But you don’t want that, you’ve had enough of that treatment. You grab ahold of his hair and pull him back with force, “please be rough with me,” your eyes beam up at his, “don’t treat me like I can’t handle it.” You insist. There’s a dark look in Chrollo’s eyes once he registers your words, you let go of his hair and he finally gives you what you wanted.

He bites harshly into your neck, and you’re sure it’ll leave a mark in the morning but there’s nothing else you want more than that right now. To be marked by Chrollo of all people feels like an honor to you. He continues to suck and bite into different spots, earning fruitful moans from you.

“Fuck! Thank you.” You groan out, embracing the stinging sensation his teeth leave behind. He continues for a while, and you lace your hands through his soft hair strands (you definitely need to ask him for his hair care routine, and he’s lying if he says he doesn’t have one). “Chrollo,” you purr out, due to your drunken state you could barely even feel the harsh bites on your sensitive skin. He pulls up momentarily and gawks at the mark he left.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry, it’s huge-“ he begins, but you roll your eyes and giggle at him. He’s so sweet, so cute!

“Leave a bigger one on the other side then,” you dare him, half smiling as he dives in without any hesitation. “Awe, so cute, you listen so well.” You sigh while he sucks on your neck with purpose. You don't care who sees you in the morning; all you want is chrollo and something tangible; something that proves you were with him for once. You feel more bites and you moan for him, to encourage him, to rouse him.

Chrollo pulls away momentarily to look up at you once more, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before he speaks.

“You’re gonna have a hard time hiding this from Pariston…” he admits, looking down at his hard work with pride. You roll your eyes, you’re tired of being perfect around him anyway.

“Fuck Pariston, and fuck me the way that he can’t.” You whisper with a sudden boldness you’ve never had.

Pariston has only ever been gentle with you, saying anything else is too “unholy” and shouldn’t even be done considering you’re not married.

Fuck that, you want whatever Chrollo would be willing to give, and from the looks of it it’s something you’ve ached for.

“I don’t have a condom-“ he starts, but you only laugh in response.

“Don’t care, I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone else in my life.” You insist, letting go of any restraints you’ve had.

Chrollo sits up completely and takes off his shirt, revealing a six pack you definitely did not imagine at any point of knowing him. You gawk at his chest shamelessly, there’s no tattoos to your surprise but he’s so well sculpted.

“Pretty,” you blurt out in admiration rolling your hips against the knee in between your legs. Fuck, you’d die if you didn’t feel him inside of you in the next minute. You sit up and take off your own shirt as well, eager to feel him touch you again. “Move over,” you instruct, “wanna take off my shorts,” you add, but chrollo stays perfectly still inbetween you.

“Nah, let me do that baby.” He replies, pulling down your underwear and shorts in one move as you lift your hips. He moves his knee for a moment to pull them off completely before he turns his attention back to your breast, leaning down to kiss the area around your nipples. He doesn’t give you what you want immediately, making you groan.

“Pleaseee?” You beg, but a hand rises to your neck and holds it in place.

“You’ve been giving a lot of orders here, I think it’s my turn,” he demands in a low voice, continuing gentle kisses around your tits. You rub yourself against his pants, thrusting in desperation. You’re sure you’ve left a trail of your wetness on him, but you don’t care.

“‘Kay,” you moan out, god, does he have any idea how sexy he is when he’s controlling?

Pariston never did that, you always had to instruct him on everything.

Chrollo pushes your tits together and sucks both of nipples into his mouth, harshly. You speed up your grinding once he starts, letting out a brief “thank you.”

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought, you’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, huh baby? Gonna let me take care of you?” He smirks and you nod eagerly, anything to make him happy.

“Yes Chro! Whatever you want, whatever you need!” You say in passion and desperation. He grabs hold of both of your breasts with each hand, massaging them roughly.

“Good girl, Pariston doesn’t do this huh? Too much of a little bitch to put you in your place?” He says sternly, looking down at you without any emotion on his face. He was in control, and you’re more than happy to give into Chrollo’s desires.

You quickly shake your head, “Never! Just you Chrollo.” You admit, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his knee meets with your thrust. Then he stops, taking off his own pants finally (you definitely left a stain on them) and you see his cock fully erect and absolutely aching for attention.

“I’d take my time with you, but you’re soaked enough and you make me impatient,” he admits, lining his length up with your hole. “Are you ready, baby?” He asks, sitting completely still as he waits for your answer.

“Yes Chrollo, please… just fuck me.” You whimper in desperation. He laughs at you, nodding his head as his cock finally enters you slowly filling your walls with his length.

“So good,” you admit, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly thrusts into you.

“Faster?” He says, gathering a slow rhythm that would be the death of you. You nod excitedly and moan as he finally pulls out and sheaths himself completely inside of you, forcing another moan out of your mouth. “Fuck…” he curses, giving you short but fulfilling thrusts. “What, you’ve never been fucked by a real man? Is that it?” He teases, licking the shell of your ear. “So used to your little boyfriend who wants to be gentle and romantic? Huh?” You nod, unable to speak as he fucks into you roughly. “Fuckin’ thought so.” He laughs maniacally, and you clench around him at the sound, unable to control yourself. You wrap your legs around his hips, never wanting to let go of him.

“Awe, how cute, you’re already getting addicted my cock,” he teases, this time kissing your forehead. “I want you to listen to me and do exactly what I say, got it?” You look into his eyes, nodding.

“Whatever you want, Chro, I’m yours!” You pant out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you groan, he hits your g-spot repeatedly and it feels marvelous.

“You’re gonna breakup with that little bitch of a man and you’re gonna do it tomorrow, don’t cover up your neck. I want him to see it,” Chrollo growls, “gonna tell him you found a real man to give you exactly what you need, gonna watch him cry because he knows he’ll never be enough for you.” He cackles again, letting out a low growl into your ear. It sends vibrations down your neck and you don’t think you’ll last much longer; not like this.

“O-okay! I’ll leave him! Don’t care if he-he sees, I want him to know it’s you!” You pathetically yell out, and Chrollo rewards you with a sharp bite to your shoulder.

“Good girl, gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Has he ever done that?” You shake your head ‘no,’ earning another chuckle from him. His thrusts feel wonderful; and they become more enhanced when one of his thumbs slips down to rub with your clit.

“‘Course he hasn’t, you were a good girl and you waited for me to be the first huh? Fuck! Be so hot if you were pregnant…” he groans, losing rhythm in his thrust momentarily. “I’ll take care of you,” Chrollo grunts into your ears, and you become intoxicated off his words alone. “Give you what you want, make you happy… so happy.” He promises, looking into your eyes. “Just leave him, be my baby. Promise I’ll give you all the attention-“ his hips stutter, “all the attention you need. Never put anything above you…” Chrollo preaches, “Always wanted to punch his snobby little face, knock that smile off of him. Gonna be so fuckin’ pissed when he realizes some punk ass fucked his girl so good she never looked back.” He blathers on, but you can’t fully understand him at this point. All you understand is that you need him more than you’ve needed anything else in the world. He speeds up his thumb and kisses you deeply, tongues clashing together as you both moan into one another’s mouths. Your cunt clenches around him rapidly; you’re so close… so dangerously close and Chrollo isn’t far off either.

You pull away from him, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you finally reach your high.

“Chrollo! Fuck- I’m yours!” You whine, letting the pleasure overwhelm your body. Your arms begin to loosen around his neck and he follows his own high, painting your walls with his cum as he finally slows down. You’re both panting, enjoying each other's company in your blissed out state. Chrollo slowly pulls out of you and lays down to your right, gently moving your body so that he could spoon you. You drift off into a deep slumber as his arm snakes around your body, keeping you warm.

“Mornin’.” Chrollo whispers, watching as you stir awake. You look behind you to see him shirtless- well, naked- with a book in hand. You groan and give him a nasty glare, but then your body moves around to cuddle into him anyway.

“Head hurt.” You grumble out in annoyance and he laughs. “Not funny!” You whine as you bite into his side. He doesn’t seem upset, but giggles at the action instead.

“I have some painkillers in my drawer, also I put your phone to charge. Hope you don’t mind, I turned it off since you kept on getting calls.” He brings up. Chrollo stretches out to his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of medicine and a glass of water. “Sit up for me, please.” He asks and you follow suit.

He opens the bottle for you and gives you two pills, placing them on your tongue for you too. Chrollo brings up the glass to your lips and you slowly sip until you can swallow them. You immediately crawl back into the blanket at his side.

“Gonna need you to finish that water soon, you’re probably dehydrated. What do you want for breakfast? I’ll buy.” He offers but you shake your head.

“Not hungry. Just wanna sleep and die probably.” You groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“First hangover, huh?”

“Oh my god you’re so fucking loud.”

“That was a whisper.”

“SO LOUD!” You whisper-yell back at him. Chrollo chuckles and plays with your messy hair, deciding it’s useless to speak until the meds kick in. You let out small moans as he massages your scalp, relishing the feeling.

A while passes by, and you slowly stir up as your headache passes. “Can you pass me my phone?” You ask, eyes low as you prepare yourself for whatever’s on your phone. He turns it on for you and places it in your hand, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Fuckkk,” you groan, “I’ve never broken up with someone before, how do you even do that?” You look over to Chrollo in confusion.

“I think your neck will speak for itself.” He smirks, and as your phone turns on you ignore the messages and head straight for your camera app.

“Fucking Christ, Chrollo.” You say in disbelief. One hickey was at least two inches wide and long, while the other was smaller but impossible to ignore.

“I think they look great.” He shrugs as if nothing.

You finally check your notifications, you have 46 missed calls from Pariston and several from your parents.

“Ugh, he dragged my family into this, wasn’t necessary at all.” You roll your eyes. Opening the messages your mother left.

“Mind if I read- sorry, I’m nosy.” He asks, and you giggle and nod.

“At least you asked.”

‘Pariston told us you were out drinking (which isn’t a concern, good for you sweetie! Make friends!) but why are you ignoring him?’

‘Pls text back in morning. Love u. Be safe. Xoxo. Will make tiramisu when u visit.’

‘I lied, too much work, haha. Let’s just buy some.’

“Your mother seems sweet,” Chrollo brings up.

“She is, a bit strict but it’s been going away lately.”

And now onto the Pariston messages….

‘Who are you getting drunk with sweetheart?’

‘Okay I apologize for what I said on the phone, I didn’t mean to imply you’re socially inept.’

‘Please answer sweetie I feel awful but the guys want me to do a keg stand and I’ve never been sad drunk before.’

‘Answer meeeeee.’

‘Please.’

‘You always listen to me, what’s going on bunny?’

‘I texted your mom she said you’re allowed to drink but I don’t like you drinking without me that’s just not okay in my book and I will never be okay with it. Sweetheart you should have just drank with us’

“Okay I’m stopping right there, I’m not going through the other 30 messages he left.” You sigh. “I’ll break up with him today, promise.” You turn to Chrollo and peck him on the lips, latching onto his side as you both lay down.

“Wanna watch The Adventures of Buratino? The original Russian version?” He offers, kissing your forehead gently.

“I’d love nothing more.” You respond, drowning your bodies in the blankets as he reaches for the remote.

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hisokakissmeplz · 2 years ago

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How they Eat Pussy

super nsfw mdni

Adulttrio, Leorio, Machi

Machi

She is the queen of it

Although she prefers receiving she doesn't cut corners when giving

She knows where it is obviously

She kissed you right after too

Would tie her hair back before if it isn't already up yk

Omg this woman would be so good at it though

She likes the pie in the sky position but also just having you on your back with your legs spread too

Would squeeze your ass during

And your tits

She loves touching your body and your moans and gasps just encouraging her

She isn't much of a tease however she'll make you cum untill she's done

Leorio

As I've said before, the coochieman

he's good at it considering he's very inexperienced

You had to tell him where it is

Gets super nervous and shy when you ask for it

He has really long fingers ;)

Likes when you're sitting on the couch and he's on the floor eating you out with your legs over his shoulders

He honestly loves doing it so much

He's super nervous to ask tho

Asks you if he's doing good or if you like it while he's going down on you

Would love when you praise him about it or moan his name during

Illumi

He probably didn't even know what oral sex was until you told him, honestly

he's a quick learner though

long ass fingers again

He probably has lip piercings too

He doesn't ask you for it but is more than willing to if you ask

Truth is he's nervous

also he really thought that sex was only about procreation until he met you

He's pretty well informed on the body bc he's and assassin

Still had to ask Hisoka where it is though

Talks about how good you are for him while he's going down on you and how slutty you are for asking him to eat you

Hisoka

Munch

Most definitely like I couldn't see him not living and breathing eating you out

His favorite meal of the day

Tells you how good you taste and how much he loves going down on you

we're all aware of how pretty his hands and fingers are

if you're lucky and he feels generous he'll cut his fingernails but most of the time he just like covers them with bungee gum or smth

Probably eats ass too if you're cool with that

"Hiso what do you want to eat?" "You." Or "Baby, how do you expect me to eat anything when all I can think about is how good you taste between your legs?"

I think about this non-stop

Absolutely knows where it is

Vamp ifykyk

Would eat it after you two have sex too he doesn't gaf if you're dripping with his cum he a freak

Wakes you up with it

Loves when you sit on his face

Chrollo

Adores going down on you

You had to tell him where it was

Likes when you stand above him and he kneels infront of you with one of your legs draped over his shoulder

very reassuring during too

Always reminds you how good you are and how much likes it

he's vamp too

Leaves hickies all over your thighs while he's down

Likes when you're commanding him what to do or how to use his mouth

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years ago

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Hello!!! Can I request headcanons the adult trio (Hisoka, Chrollo, and Illumi separate) with a s/o who flinches because she thinks she’s about to get hit? Basically, their s/o thought the boys were going to hurt them, and they flinch and run away. What are the boy’s reaction, and how would they calm and reassure their s/o?

Hi, thank you for the ask! This might have some implications of more sensitive topics, so I'll leave this under a cut

Hisoka, Illumi, Chrollo with an s/o that was frightened by them

Hisoka

Though he lives for the thrill of fighting, he does like having someone to hold close. He will often pull pranks on his s/o as well since he tends to be a bit of a trickster. However, one of those tricks didn't go very well when you thought he was about to punch you

You ran off, but he did catch up to you pretty quickly. He caught sight of your frightened expression earlier too. While on most occasions he loves seeing fear and lives for it, he got worried about you. You never showed any form of fear around him, so this was a first

After stopping you, he asks if you were scared. You would have to explain your situation and let him know what you felt. He might not apologize outwardly, but he does give you a hug (he was always more of an actions-speak-louder-than-words person). "Why would I try to hurt you?" he might ask

He's horrible at calming people down btw (since all he does is make them panic more). He might not know what to do and instead just leave you to calm down by yourself for a little while. If you need him to just hold you for a bit, he'll do that, though there may be little to no words exchanged. He just tries his best to see what works for you and what makes you comfortable

Hisoka isn't the kindest person in hxh, but with an s/o that might be a bit different. He doesn't like seeing you upset around him and would definitely feel better

Illumi

Similar to Hisoka, he has no idea how to help someone if they are afraid or need to calm down. He's only learned how to shut people up using force after all, so his approach at first to calm you down might do the opposite of his intentions. You most likely ran off when you thought he was about to throw a needle in your direction when in reality there was a target behind you

Either way, he feels really bad about it, but has no idea why. His emotions aren't really grounded, so he knows he did something bad but isn't sure how to approach it. He does catch up to you extremely quickly though, but he demands an explanation right after.

Through tears, you might have to explain how you thought you were about to get killed. You were aware of your boyfriend being an assassin, so you do have all the right to flinch and flee, but Illumi might have to take a few seconds to understand.

"I wouldn't kill you though, you know you're important to me," his words are a bit dry, but you understand what he's trying to say. He can't hurt you because he cares too much about you, but the way he expresses it doesn't always translate well. If you need some time for yourself, he'll respect that but keep a watch on you from afar. He's horrible at hugging or any form of physical affection, so if you want a hug from him it might feel more like a stiff pat on your shoulder

Overall, he's a bit detached when trying to calm you down, but he does try his best to let you know you're safe with him. He'll never repeat that mistake ever again either.

Chrollo

Probably the best at approaching this situation out of the trio. He's extremely careful around you, but this one time he wasn't and you thought he was about to stab you with a knife. In reality, he was trying to move the knife away and leave the room but ran a bit too quickly in your direction.

He realizes his mistake when he sees you flinch and before you can run off he already has your hand in his and him asking if you are alright. He'll place the knife away from you and pull you closer, asking if you were frightened.

You'll be coerced into telling him how you felt all while he's holding you. He's learned mainly from books how to deal with situations like this, but if you just need some time for yourself he'll understand that as well. He tends to observe people really well, so he's really good at calming you down.

"I would never hurt you, I'm sorry I frightened you there," whether or not that apology is really genuine or not is depending on how much you trust his words. Do know however that he has no intention to hurt you ever while you guys are together.

Chrollo is probably the only one that has no difficulty calming you down or understanding what you felt. He'll keep this moment in his mind so in the future you don't get scared by him again.

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meyousing · 2 years ago

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𝒞𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜, 𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉

𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉: chrollo + prompt 2 “I’ve been more than patient with you, I think the least you could do is respect me just this once.”

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: you devise a plan to rebel against chrollo after letting him dictate your every decision. though after letting that happen for so long, how long could you let a rebellion go on for when you'd become so accustomed to his control?

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: yandere chrollo, sfw, manipulation/gaslighting. part two to so precious, which can be read here!

You gave it a day. One final day of obedience, acting much like the puppy that you wanted but knew you could never have. You allowed Chrollo to coddle you, pour you a lukewarm drink, and plate your food neatly, then set up a toasty bath for you, and after drying you off he would give you what was (unbeknownst to him) your final goodnight kiss, before heading out to tend to some troupe-related matters. He sweetly reassured you that you would be in his arms once you awoke the following morning and that he would do his best not to disrupt your rest if he ended up coming home earlier than anticipated.

So thoughtful of you, my love was how you replied, false syrupy sweet inflections gracing your tone. The charm in his responsive smile made something stir inside of you, but you suppressed it with a swallow and rolled onto your side. As the door closed softly, so did your eyes, commencing an old chapter.

You wished that he had been lying to you; disappointment was immediate when you awoke to the feeling of Chrollo’s arms around your waist. His fingers were splayed across your ribcage, legs entwined with his nose puffing soft breaths against your head. Your cheek was against his chest, his fresh body lotion and shampoo pungent and overwhelming as you gathered your bearings the sooner you came to. Your hands met at his front, pushing to try and distance yourself from him as the start of your newfound mindset. Your eyes were locked on his face, to watch and see if he would stir from your movements, to see how far you could go before he inevitably woke up. His expression remained the same, soft and content and so deeply asleep. You released a breath you barely noticed was cramping your lungs, a small beat of success pumping your heart as you sat up and turned away from him without a halt. That was a first.

And that was as far as it would get, it seemed. He had not been deeply asleep after all, his arms encircled your waist, forehead against your shoulder as he now sat up with you, behind you.

“An early riser today, that’s a first.”

Looks like there’s been a first for both of us today. Your trained instincts told you to melt back into him, to lay down again, and be cozy and cuddly all the way until Chrollo had to regroup with his spiders later on in the day. What you really wanted was nothing more than to rip yourself from his arms and ignore his words, keep your back turned, and exit the room to go fetch yourself some breakfast that you could enjoy alone.

So you did. Chrollo being stronger than you was never something you questioned, given how obvious it was, so he must have been caught off guard when your endeavour was successful and you stood up beside the bed. You watched as he caught himself against the mattress without your body there to hold on to. Had he expected this, you surely would have remained in his clutches. You bit back a smirk, dopamine rushing to your head and spreading to your limbs, making them feel light and airy as you carried yourself over to the door in a rush, tuning out Chrollo’s voice which you think was calling your name, the happy clouds in your mind taking up your focus as you slid out of the door and glided to the kitchen.

Landing at the fridge, opening it, and leaning into the door, your cheek rested against the chilly steel and warmed it as you contemplated what delicious breakfast could complement your first victory (of what would hopefully be many more). You were still tuning out sounds, though the feeling of the floor thumping beside you cleared your senses a bit and alerted you to Chrollo’s sudden presence at your side. You were lucid like nothing had even happened, his hand on your shoulder bringing you back much sooner than you’d have liked.

“What’s the rush, love?” He did not yet look concerned in the way you expected due to his typical overly cosseting nature, he appeared more confused. You tended to take your days slowly considering you didn’t have much to do here with your new restrictive lifestyle, Chrollo understood this clearly. You would need to come up with a believable response, one that would evade his nurturing instincts and suspicions as a result.

“I felt like doing things differently today.” The true weight behind your words had you suppressing another grin, Chrollo couldn’t possibly guess just how differently you planned for today to be. You glimpsed over, watching his features soften.

“It never hurts to try something new.” He kissed your forehead after his affirmation, squeezing your shoulder before leisurely grabbing some coffee additives from the fridge and walking over to the machine. Your shoulders slumped in relief. Realistically, you knew that this was not something that could warrant too much suspicion, but Chrollo was too intuitive for his own good, always keeping you on your toes.

“Come sit with me.” you watched him trudge to the couch, a small book tucked under his arm as he lifted his coffee cup to his mouth.

Your fingertips twitched at your sides, almost reaching out as if to move yourself closer to him in any way despite how your feet were cemented. The classic battle of head versus heart, the instincts you have been taught to obey his every word, versus the little deviant in your mind which was already off to such a good start, how could you stop now? Your breath was a bit shaky as you heard your next words come out in a way that made you feel like you were out of your body; like you weren’t the one who spoke them.

“I’ll be eating in the kitchen.”

His eyes lifted from the book, taking his turn to watch you this time as you walked to the island and sat down at a seat that faced your back to him. Silence fell, making your newfound confidence morph into anxiety at the lack of any kind of response. What you had been doing was so minor that any normal couple would have brushed it off, if they even thought anything of it at all. You tried to adapt to this mindset despite how abnormal your relationship with Chrollo was, to pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary as you enjoyed your mornings separately, peacefully. How much further could you take that adaptation?

“I saw a cat outside last night. If I see it again I think I’ll take it in and name it, it looked like it could use a friend” you lied. But since you knew Chrollo’s stance on getting a pet, you wondered how he would react to the revival of the topic alongside the change in your demeanour.

Silence continued.

“What makes you think that you can do that?” you could swear his question had a flare of condescendence. You chose to play dumb.

“Well if it’s at the window, I’m going to open it.”

“You’re not a stupid girl, Y/N.”

A bit brash.

“Don’t need you to tell me that.”

A bit attitudinal. He should have been able to take that as an indicator of your growing irritation.

He was unresponsive again, though when you heard the light padding of his footsteps approaching you felt small. You can’t back down now.

“Are you feeling okay?” his knuckles brushed your cheek then pressed tenderly into your forehead, likely to detect your temperature. When you assumed that he could feel enough, you leaned away, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m fine. I just wanna eat in peace” you went to move back towards whatever food you had grabbed, only to notice you hadn’t grabbed anything at all. Chrollo’s gaze radiated something slightly off of sympathy, almost mocking the feeling when he saw your own dumbfounded expression at the blank space in front of you. Your inconsistencies would raise suspicion. Get it together, get focused.

In your peripheral, you saw as he pressed onto the table, his hands meeting his elbows as he flashed you a gentle smile.

“I know this hasn’t been easy for you. I never expected you to adjust quickly to a completely new life, but you were off to a great start.” The emphasis on your behaviour being good in the past irked you, considering you’d only been acting differently for not even half an hour.

“This, I did expect. Outbursts are natural, I understand how you feel.”

How could he possibly?!

“You started off well, I think you can continue being that way. You can keep being good to me, can’t you?” He reached to brush some hair strands behind your ear, curving around its shape and playfully dragging down your neck before breaking contact. A chill broke out there, furrowing your brows. His acting like this was just a silly mood swing, that you were only capable of being his obedient little puppy and nothing more had you seeing red. His continuing to pet and coo at you like he knew you would be “back to normal” gave you an awful feeling, one that you knew would fester and grow the longer this continued; the longer your attempt failed.

“I think I’d like to go back to bed.”

“I figured as much.”

You turned your head to avoid seeing him entirely, already well on your way to the staircase. The sound of his footsteps following slowly but closely behind made your shoulders hunch, but you tuned him out as you arrived at your bedroom and went to flump down into the covers. Chrollo didn’t follow you all the way in, he found his coat near the doorway and began to dress.

“I’ll be home by dinner, take this time to think about your actions.” Another one of his loving smiles, then a duck out of the door. Your teeth grit once his words had been processed as if your actions were so drastic that you had to dwell on them. What you planned to dwell on instead was what went wrong here and how you could fix what you had done to be more effective next time.

When enough time passed and Chrollo was back, you simply ignored him, unable to muster enough energy to be defiant tonight. You chose to save your energy for the next day, whatever amount of it that remained now was used mentally to think of any and all questions Chrollo could counter you with, and what you could say to defeat him.

What you hadn’t noticed was just how bothered Chrollo already was with that ignorance. You had become so lost in your head you hadn’t even noticed the success you made. You weren’t a stupid girl. Evading Chrollo’s hands, and having to be asked questions multiple times only to respond non-verbally with shrugs or shakes and nods of the head seemed to irritate him. For the first time ever, Chrollo allowed you to sleep without being stuck in his embrace, your backs barely touching once you had both settled. Luckily for you, the next day you were still at a stalemate with what could change after your fruitless attempts. As a result, your turning of a blind eye continued with your refusal to speak, and it was paying off.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” Chrollo asked when you had both gone downstairs.

You shrugged, eyes downcast. He didn’t question you any further, you could hear the dribbling sound of him pouring something into a mug that was for himself. How truly mundane this was, now that you put more thought into it. Wake up, have a hot drink, cuddle, Chrollo leaves you alone for half a day, you go to bed, and the cycle continues. What did he gain from this? He was barely ever here to spend quality time with you, what was the reason for all of this in the first place if he was just going to neglect you and deny you everything that you asked for? How enraging.

“Y/N?” Chrollo’s hand was on your back and you flinched, slow to notice how quickly he had caught up to you and stood at your side. With rage still at the forefront of your thoughts, your flinch transitioned into somewhat of a push as you stepped away and shoved at his arm. An impulsive reaction, and a shocking one judging by the widening of Chrollo’s eyes that you couldn’t miss no matter how far your head was turned. You instantly looked up, you hadn’t meant to do that at all. Chrollo’s face appeared hurt, and sad. But he was on you in a second.

You blinked, and then you were seated on the couch. Chrollo had moved you, and not roughly; he simply grabbed your shoulder and pushed enough for your knees to give out and have you land there. Kneeling in front of you, you were given no choice but to stare right at him. He sighed deeply, his eyebrows meeting and his lips turning down. You had made a mistake.

“I’ve been more than patient with you, Y/N. I think the least you could do is respect me just this once.”

You sat as still as a statue, unsure of what to do next. Should you respond yet? It was your lack of responses that was causing the problem, maybe you should say something.

“All I do is care for you. I make food for you, I make drinks to keep you warm, and I give you sources of entertainment for when I’m not here. And that’s what I get back?” His voice was calm.

Guilt began seeping in. When he put it that way, your perspective was changed…or rather, restored to how it was before. No, you could not deny any of what he had just said. Whether you want these things or not, he does them for you, and in that same regard, he is taking care of you.

“We can’t get a puppy because we won’t be able to train it here properly. My schedule won’t allow it, and a dog can’t be indoors with you every hour of the day with its own needs. But I still offered you a plush, didn’t I?” He took your hands in his.

Glimpsing down at your fingers awkwardly, your knee beginning to bounce as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You watched Chrollo’s fingers squeeze in, indicating his desire for an answer, and you nodded promptly. He did offer you a plush because he always provided solutions to whatever caused a potential problem between you two; he never even let it get beyond that point.

“How would you open the window to get to that cat you mentioned, Y/N?”

You winced, chewing your lip anxiously. One thing that you genuinely felt hatred for was verbalizing your situation. Did he expect you to answer him? When Chrollo first took you away, you tried to escape by any means possible with windows being your first target. He’s kept them all locked ever since, and you couldn’t even break them open with anything in the house the few times he caught you trying. You really, really hoped he wasn’t expecting you to say this; to acknowledge your past behaviour. Your bad behaviour. That was back before you realized that he had done this to protect you. You knew better.

“Would you have tried breaking it again, injuring yourself in the process?”

“No.” Your reply was fast, maybe panicked to outside ears. But Chrollo understood, he knew that he was winning now. He always knew which buttons to push to get the results he wanted. Chrollo was too intuitive for his own good, always keeping you on your toes. His hands against you softened, becoming more tender now as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles.

“You’re such a good girl to me, Y/N. Again, I knew this would happen at some point, that you would lash out someday. But pushing me like that was too far, you’re much beyond that type of childishness. Isn’t that right?”

You didn’t want this to be a phase.

“Right, dear?” He persisted. His tone was lighter, more comforting. He always knew exactly how to comfort you.

You didn’t want to be so submissive anymore, you missed free will, the ability to make your own choices, and knowing what was right for yourself. But Chrollo always knew exactly what was right for you. What would you need free will for in that case?

His hands tightened again.

“Yes.”

“Yes, you are” he coddled. Like he always did. He stood then, hands still intertwined with yours so that you would follow his actions and stand up too. You did, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“I’m going to shower, then I’m off for just a few hours today. You’ll behave yourself while I’m gone, won’t you?” He pet your hair, making pleasant tingles run down your spine as he massaged your scalp. Made you malleable.

“Of course” you whispered, finding yourself bending into his chest. His arm found your back, pressing you further into his body as he nuzzled back into you.

Back to square one for you. Though now that you thought about it, with Chrollo’s fragrant cologne flooding your senses, and his touch against your body that he must have seen as an antique given how delicately he held you, the prospect of rebelling against him once more almost disgusted you. He was right about you being a good girl, who did what she was told. You were mature, and Chrollo always had the perfect reasoning behind every decision he made for you because he knew you best. How could you betray that after everything that he’s done?

Perhaps he knew you better than you did yourself.

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