FEATURING: chrollo lucilfer x fem!reader, former kurapika kurta x fem!reader
SUMMARY: sun and moon, dragon and phoenix, heaven and earth. in kakin tradition, a bonded pair is a union of opposites that make a perfect whole. you and chrollo lucilfer, though, feel like the exception, so ill-matched that it borders on divine irony. only the gods may know why you’re fated to one another.
GENERAL WARNINGS: fem!reader, kakin prince!reader, soulmate au, canon divergent, enemies to lovers, abusive relationship with tserriednich/grooming (not intended to be read as sexual), character death (not chrollo or reader), dark themes (carne levare, imperialism, etc), world & character building (i took some creative liberty with what we know for Plot purposes—particularly kakin, meteor city, the mafias, and many of the characters) angst with (mostly) happy ending, wc: 210k so far, 4 more chapters to be written. additional warnings to be added in each chapter.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: hi guys! im rlly excited to share this with you all, i hope you enjoy it im very proud of it. i don’t think i’ll be online much often anymore, but i always appreciate all asks and comments and i will read them all even if i’m not able to respond. i think some other important things to note: i have taken canon and changed a bit to fit what i had planned for this fic. it's nothing too drastic. some minor things about the set up of the succession contest & the princes being free to walk around instead of being confined to rooms. i fleshed all of the princes out a bit more obviously, particularly, benjamin, tserriendich, and luzurus, as well as king nasubi. i took some liberty with the eight queens as well. i switched up a little with the guardian spirit beasts because iirc, the princes can't attack each other bc of them. it diverges from canon pretty quickly, but i think that's to be expected with an additional prince LOL. some other things that i'm sure will be made clear throughout the fic. all this to just essentially warn you again that this is canon divergent, so i'd prefer if people didn't start commenting like "oh that's not how it works" dihfsdfuhasd because i probably am aware i just changed it for plot. i also want to add that reader is very flawed and its apparent early but becomes FAR more apparent in part 2 ….... just a warning
PART ONE: DIES LACRIMOSA
VERSE ONE: KATABASIS, OR JOURNEY OF THE FOOL
VERSE TWO: MATTHEW 10:34–36
VERSE THREE: WELL FED DEVILS AND FAMISHED SAINTS
VERSE FOUR: PARABLE OF THE TWO DEBTORS
VERSE FIVE: WATER OF THE WOMB, BLOOD OF THE COVENANT
VERSE SIX: WHEEL OF FORTUNE
VERSE SEVEN: THE IRON PRICE
VERSE EIGHT: THE HANGED MAN
PART TWO: DIES IRAE
VERSE ONE: WEEP LITTLE LION MAN
VERSE TWO: THE DEVIL
VERSE THREE: THE COWHERD AND THE WEAVERGIRL
VERSE FOUR: BLESSED BE, CHILDREN OF CAIN
VERSE FIVE: JUDGMENT
VERSE SIX: A NEW HEAVEN AND A NEW EARTH
VERSE SEVEN: REVELATION 6; COME YE, HORSEMEN
VERSE EIGHT: ANABASIS, OR DEATH OF A PRINCE
REQUIEM ARANEA, a series of scenes from chrollo's point of view
Synopsis: Chrollo catches his best friends sister sneaking into her bedroom- what was he doing in here anyway?
Tags: Chrollo x Phinks sister! Reader, modern au, no one’s dead the troupe is semi normal, Drug mentions, smut, reader is under the influence, mentions of sex, chrollo is a panty thief, male masturbation, chrollo wants to be a munch sooo bad, Chrollo is a nasty pervert…, jealousy, mentions of oral (f receiving), possessiveness, like VERY possessive Chrollo, idk grammar maybe? Plot with porn, mentions of shibari 18+ only.
Authors note: Yue and I were talking ‘bout Kuroro and this beautiful thought came to her… I had to sit my ass down and write. @yuelucilfer I love you beloved I truly hope you enjoy 😭
Word count: 2000?
You’ve never been caught sneaking out. Your mom’s a heavy sleeper, and thank God Phinks is too. Come to think of it, you’d rather be caught in the act by mom than your big brother, who would certainly board up your windows and force you to wear unfashionable, baggy sweats for the rest of your life.
You didn’t even wanna think about it.
You carefully lift the window edge you left partially open sometime around midnight, just enough to let your body through with ease. You’ve done this at least 10 times now, right? It’s sort of becoming natural to you, you’ve become more bold as time passes. You land inside your bedroom, turning to shut the window close and lower your blinds. As if you never even left.
“Boo.”
You almost scream, but your intruder quickly wraps a hand around your mouth, muffling any noise that would wake the household.
Phinks would want you to hurt anyone who touches you without consent, but you’re a bit too high to remember that the moment you need to. You hear a familiar boyish laugh behind you the moment your senses kick in and you elbow the devil himself directly in the stomach. His hand moves away from your face as he clutches his side, groaning in pain.
“Chrollo?! What the fuck are you doing in my room?!” You whisper yell, turning around and making your way to your nightstand. You turn on your lamp and look at him, still rubbing the spot where you had maimed him. It’s been months since you’ve last seen him, and neither of you expected his welcome back to be such a snafu.
“I think I have the upper hand here, sweet girl. what were you doing sneaking in at 3 in the morning?” He interrogates. You feel yourself petrify, shit. He’d tell Phinks… he’ll never let you escape to York New now.
“On top of that, you reek of weed. And…” he makes his way to you, and you take a step back. “Stay still,” Chrollo whispers. You don’t know why you listen, but you do (and you always have, you can’t remember the last time Chrollo had to ask more than once for a favor). You stay put as he politely moves your hair to your back, revealing something even you weren’t aware of; a hickey. “Phinks is gonna lose his shit in the morning.” He smirks. He rube his finger against it, applying light pressure that made you wince in return. I told him not to leave anything, dammit!
Doesn’t Chrollo know it’s not nice to play around with a very high girl?! You always hated when he’d mess with you as a kid, his teasing felt too personal at times.
“Please don’t tell him Lolo!” You only use the childhood nickname when you want something from him now, nonetheless it pleases him to hear it. Chrollo chuckles and sits on your bed, removing the pillows inside your blanket first. Were these honestly going to fool anyone? You couldn’t have bothered buying a wig to make it look more realistic? He pats the spot next to him and you obey, sitting down without hesitation.
“I won’t tell him, but you do need to explain some things to your old pal Lolo first.” He grins. “First, who are you buying weed from?”
“Hisoka? I think that’s his name.” Chrollo rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Hisoka? Damn, he hates that guy. He always harassed Machi back in high school, and tried to steal Chrollo’s spotlight during theatre. Oh, he’d never be able to forget the time that Hisoka pushed Shalnark into a cactus either- his poor friend never recovered emotionally. Suffice to say, you should stay far away from that clown. It’s what’s best for you; your safety is his priority.
“If you want anything tell me, I’ll give it to you for free and I buy from dispos, not whatever the hell Hisoka sells.” He demands. “So quit buying from him. Same thing when you head off to York New, don’t trust anything dealers give you. You can rely on Nobunaga and I for weed there.”
You’ll be going to uni soon, the same one that Chrollo attends. He convinced both you and Phinks after his first year, saying he’d watch out for you and always always have your best interest in mind. Phinks was skeptical of his only sister going off to such a large city on her own, but who better to keep you safe than his own best friend?
You nod in agreement, opening your mouth before you could think of what you’d say, “you’re a drug dealer?” You blurt. He lets out a small scoff, but smiles anyway.
“No, I have my medical card and I don’t want you smoking anything that could hurt your pretty self.” He explains, not giving you enough time to ask what he meant by that. “Second, who were you with tonight?” He continues. You look away, feeling your cheeks and ears warm.
“Can’t you just leave it at that…”
“Tell me, or else I’ll tattle tale to Phinks.”
“That’s not fair, I’m 19!”
“And you’re still his baby sister, that labels never going away in his eyes and we both know it.”
You sigh, covering your face with your hands.
“I was out with Nino…” you admit in defeat. You feel him tense for a moment before placing a hand on your side, moving you closer to him.
“Sweet girl… don’t mess around with him.” He warns. “You do know what he’s like, right?”
“What are you talking about Lolo?” You’re so embarrassing! Getting caught and telling him about your almost hookup…
“Nino likes sleeping around with lots of girls- even Machi got played by him.” Chrollo elaborates.
“I thought Machi was a les-“
“She was figuring it out still, give her some slack.” He rushes out. “What I’m trying to say is that you don’t need some slimy boy who’s only going to use you for your body.”
“But he said he wanted something deeper than that…” you mumble, looking down at your lap. The disappointment fills your aura, he can sense it.
It’s not like you could have the person you truly desire, and Nino wasn’t bad to look at.
You feel Chrollo’s hand rub up and down your side as he lifts up your chin with the other. Your droopy, red eyes looking into his grey orbs. “I’m merely looking out for you, sweet girl. I know how he thinks, you’re not the first he’s lied to about his intentions. Did you two…?”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence, you know what he means.
“No! We didn’t have sex, I just- he started kissing my neck and I- ugh!” You’re too high for this… “it didn’t feel right and I told him to take me home. I didn’t wanna lose my virginity to him!” You rush out.
“Good girl,” Chrollo barely whispers. You felt your thighs clench as the words leave his lips, and you pray to God that he doesn’t notice. “There’s gonna be a lot of guys like that when we head off to Uni, so make sure you stick with me, okay?” You nod, unable to trust your words right now. “Good, don’t sneak out to see him again either. I’ll definitely tell Phinks next time.” Chrollo winks, and you wish you could slap that smirk off of him.
But frankly he looks handsome and sexy when he does it.
“Wait,” you remember how this whole thing started… “what were you doing in my room anyway?”
“I was using your bathroom, Uvogin passed out in the tub by Phink’s room.” You both laugh, it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Uvogin swears to God that it feels good when he wakes in the morning. Your suspicion leaves your body almost immediately. “Alright, I’m heading to bed, Good night, sweet girl.” Chrollo kisses your forehead before standing. You don’t know if it’s the weed or the exhaustion, but you stand and pull him into a hug.
“Thank you Lolo,” you whisper against his chest. His arms wrap around your body, tightly might you add. “Besides Phinks, sometimes I think you’re the only guy I can trust.” You admit, pulling away. Chrollo pulls back too, but ruffles your hair before walking towards the door.
“Good, I’d never do anything to betray that trust. Get some rest, sweet girl.” He closes the door to your bedroom and you’re left alone with an intense pounding in your head.
Phinks would kill him if you even thought about it. You’ve spent years putting those feelings aside, it’s not as if he feels the same way.
Chrollo probably has a girlfriend back in York New anyway.
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Chrollo sighs as he enters the spare guest room, quickly locking the door behind him as a shit-eating grin spreads across his pale face.
He was so fucking lucky, if you had came in a minute too soon he would have been caught with his prized possessions.
Speaking of, chrollo takes off his compression shirt and flings it towards the ottoman. He turns off all the big lights and heads to the soft bed in the center of the room, laying in the middle as he pulls out two pairs of panties from the pockets of his shorts. One black, another pastel pink. Chrollo had to be the world’s most fortunate man, there’s no doubt about it.
A moment too soon, and you would have caught him taking a deep sniff of your freshly dirtied panties he spent months fiending for while in York New.
You must have showered before sneaking out, he could still feel a bit of moisture on the inside. His tongue slowly darts out to savor the taste of you, earning a twitch from his cock. What were you thinking about that made you this wet? If it was anyone but him- especially Nino, he would surely lose his mind and kill them all.
Well, perhaps not, yet he can’t shake the feeling that he’d be more than willing to kill for you.
Chrollo took a deeper breath in, you with someone else… he didn’t want to think about that ever again. Your scent can only do so much to relax him, but your sweet juices… they were a delicacy he considers himself lucky enough to finally relish in. No one else has ever had a taste- that alone made his cock ache with desire.
He lifts up his hips and quickly lowers his shorts and boxers, his tip hitting his stomach in relief. Another breath in. Chrollo grabs the black pair of cotton panties- they’re lacy on the edges, he doubts he’d last long if he saw you wearing them. With his right hand, he delicately wraps the pair around his needy cock, stroking up and down carefully.
He personally didn’t enjoy the feeling of cloth around his dick, but your scents mixed together drove him feral, and that’s exactly what he wanted after feeling your thighs clench next to his.
Chrollo picked up his pace, you were too high to put up the usual facade you had towards him.
You were his good girl, and you knew it. Your eyes dilated the moment the words escaped his lips, so he’ll forgive you for the makeout session you had earlier with his high school rival. Chrollo didn’t even know if Nino was the type to use you like that, but you obediently took his lies as truth anyway. Good girl.
He switches panties, breathing in the black pair now. It held enough of his musk and your dried wetness to ease a deep moan out of him. He discards your pastel pair to the side for now. he’s definitely keeping it for his collection. He pulls your underwear away from his face for a few moments, quickly spitting on his left hand before going back to stroking himself.
Your his, his alone. You’ll bare his last name by the time you graduate college, and hopefully Phinks gets over whatever ‘protective brother’ bullshit he has going on.
There will come a day that Chrollo undresses you every night, kisses every square inch of your body, and finger fucks you while his mouth sucks on your clit. You won’t have to work- you won’t have to lift a finger. Hell, he’d make sure you never so much as have to walk- he’d carry you everywhere you desire. If you want something, he’ll give it to you. Just as long as you let him drown between your legs every day and night. Thats all Chrollo will ever ask of you.
He’s so so close. The thought of your sloppy pussy over his glistening face earns another groan from him. Chrollo could eat you out for hours, he’d die a happy man between your legs. Maybe he’d tie you up so you can’t move once you’re overstimulated from all of your orgasms. Maybe he’d only stop once you’re screaming- no, begging him to fuck you raw until you forget everything but his name. That’s all he’d hear for hours, you moaning his name again and-
“Chrollo?”
He cums on the spot, erratically breathing in your scent as thick ropes of cum hit his abs.
He’s panting now, growing soft once more. Chrollo hasn’t came like that in months, it was almost as if your voice-
“Lolo?” There was two knocks on the door.
Damn, there’s no tissues. He quickly wipes himself off with your black panties (he may as well keep both) and pulls up his bottoms. He stuffs both panties into his pockets before standing up to unlock the door.
If you needed him, he’d answer, no matter what.
He hopes you’ll see that soon once you’re away at York New with him- and away from Phinks overprotection.
MDNI - 18+ノWARNINGS :: Chrollo x female!reader, explicit sexual content, oral sex -> male receiving, deep-throating, gagging, dominance/submission dynamics, hair-pulling, edging, praise kink, and sexual coercion themes, control and power exchange + more . total wc :: 600+
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You kneel before him, hands resting limply in your lap, and Chrollo watches you like a predator assessing his prey, and it makes you nervous. He shifts slightly, leaning forward just enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the air around you.
"Relax," he murmurs while his fingers graze your cheeks soothingly. "You're doing perfectly. Just let me guide you."
You nod but the nerves within you are running wild and your heart is pounding in your chest. Every muscle in your body is alert while you trust yourself to let him do what he wants with you. His hand cups your jaw, thumb grazing your bottom lip as he tilts your head up with the softest amount of pressure while his eyes lock onto yours. You could tell that he could see everything you are feeling right now, especially the complete and utter desperation you crave from him.
"Open for me," Chrollo says slowly in a gentle voice and in response, you part your lips, and his thumb presses slightly harder against your lips until you can feel the tip on your tongue. Just as a content sigh leaves your lips, he withdraws before pressing too far, giving you a moment to breathe.
"Good," he praises softly before placing a featherweight kiss to your lip,s and you relish in the soft and gentle feeling. "You're so eager." He waits just a few seconds before his throbbing tip pulsing against your lip.
A shaky whimper leaves your mouth as he slowly presses his length further, pressing agasint the tip of your tongue, just enough for you to feel him, and it made your hands move. Your fingers grasp his thighs as you gaze up at him. You softly gag, and he pauses, brushing your cheek gently with the back of his hand
"Relax... Breathe through your nose," he whispers, his thumb still stroking lightly along your jaw. "I won't let you hurt yourself."
The reassurance works, barely. Your throat convulses again, and you manage to take him a few inches further, but it causes your lower lash line to brim with tears. He lets out a breathy sigh while his lips curl up.
"You're taking me so well," he murmurs to you, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck, holding you steady.
He withdraws slightly, letting you catch your breath, but doesn't let you rest for long. His hand returns to your chin, tilting your head up just so. He lets you open your mouth wider, pressing against your lips with gentle insistence before sliding forward again, deeper this time, and it made your cunt pool with arousal, you wouldn't be surprised if you were dripping onto the carpet.
"Good girl," he says quietly "You're taking me so much better."
Your throat trembles around him, your eyes watering from the strain, yet you can't stop. The way he praises you, the way he watches every reaction, it's intoxicating. Chrollos is so patient with you, you love him so much for that.
He slows, pulling back just enough to let you breathe, his lips brushing your temple. "Are you ready for more?"
"Yeah," you reply breathlessly. "Please, I want to, I really do."
Every nerve in your body aches to do this because your oral fixation is growing, and sucking on lollies wasn't helping anymore. This time, he goes slower, pressing against your lips just enough to let you get used to the sensation before easing back. He watches every subtle twitch of your throat, the way your eyes water when it goes deeper, the slight shiver of your fingers clutching his thighs.
You swallow hard around him, your throat still unaccustomed to the sensation. His thumb brushes your lips, parting them further, letting him slide in a little deeper than before.
"Breathe. Focus on me," he whispers. "I want you to enjoy this..."
You tremble around him, but obey, letting him guide you inch by inch. He hums softly in appreciation, the sound vibrating through your jaw as he watches you adjust, pushing just a little further when he senses you're ready.
"You're doing so well," he murmurs, brushing hair from your face. "So sweet for me."
Do not copy, steal, modify, use for ai, translate, etc.
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Hey! Can you please write for Yan!Chrollo with a morning hard-on x Fem!Reader? :3
CONTENT WARNING: dark content (read at your own risk), yandere!chrollo, non-con, somnophilia, smut (mdni), implied killing (brief), implied stalking (brief), implied drugging (brief), dry humping, unprotected sex but no creampie, p in v, porn without plot.
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
NOTES: hi hi nonnie!! i had fun writing this one, thank you for this :3 i do hope its up to your standard! lmk your thoughts <3
It was another peaceful early morning; birds sung upon the first rays; skies tinged with rosy hues; streets were devoid of any individuals. It was perfect—well, no, almost perfect for two reasons: 1) you weren’t beside Chrollo, instead, he was greeted at the sight of his plain ivory beddings, and 2) he could feel a rather intense throbbing at the apex of his legs.
Each idle second spent had his cock growing with pure lust that only you could satisfy—not his own hand, definitely not a cheap little sex toy, you.
Who was he to devoid himself of that pleasure?
A tired groan escaped his velvet lips as he rolled off the bed, Chrollo was a naturally patient man but not when it came to satiating one’s carnal desire.
So, to take matters into his own hands, he quietly stepped out of his apartment, the metal door behind him closing with a soft thud as the cool morning air engulfed his warm body. He was still in his pyjamas, the ebony strands on his head sat dishevelled, revealing his sharp brows and the unique tattoo between them.
Chrollo walked down the open corridor, the soles of his slippers padding along the concrete beneath. You only lived next door to him, making it a very convenient trip for the latter—though, it wasn’t a mere coincidence, no.
After months of keeping an eye on the apartment building you lived in, Chrollo had seized the opportunity of living right next door but of course, that wasn’t without having to get rid of the sweet, sweet couple that once stayed in the apartment he now resided in.
He stopped before your door, an unreadable expression plastered on his face as he keyed in the code to your door, it emitted a soft hum before the lock became undone. You had invited Chrollo over the night before for a friendly dinner and he made sure to keep track of everything in your apartment, including the password to your door.
Chrollo entered without hesitation, carefully letting the door close with a light click before proceeding to take his slippers off and head straight to your bedroom. It was dim inside, the curtains were drawn and the only source of light were the ones that peeked through the small gaps of the curtain.
It had only been a few minutes since he left his own apartment but god did his cock fucking hurt, it was practically straining against his cotton pants, begging to be let out. He wasn’t usually this excited when it came to sex but he assumed it must’ve been his hormones going completely off the rails knowing that he was about to have you for the very first time.
Those nights where Chrollo furiously fisted himself at the mere thought of you were long gone because now, he could have the real thing. Was your cunt as tight and soft as Chrollo imagined it to be? There was only one way to find out.
He could almost whimper at the sight of your defenseless body—so vulnerable; so peaceful; so beautiful. You were on your side, legs tangled in the duvet, torso hugging a pillow, and ass on full display. Chrollo stood at the foot of your bed, onyx gaze shamelessly wandering up and down your body. He traced your soft lips with his eyes before slowly going down, down, down to your exposed legs.
Oh, you looked even cuter with those skimpy shorts on.
Chrollo wasted absolutely no time to hop on the bed with you and start grinding his clothed cock against the curve of your butt. The initial contact sent heated pleasure all over his body, driving him deeper into his lust-clouded state; he wasn’t even inside you yet but he could almost cry at the sweet sensation your body gave him.
Broken moans and breathy sighs in the shape of your name slipped past his velvety lips as he rutted his hips a little faster, one hand rested atop your hip to hold your limp body in place. He let out a breathy chuckle as he noticed your lower half subconsciously pressing back. What a dirty little slut you were.
Chrollo entertained your actions for a while by pressing himself further into you and grinding harder but soon enough, a little dry humping could no longer satiate the immense thirst his cock desired. With a sense of urgency—or rather, impatience, Chrollo stripped his and your lower halves naked, flinging off any article of clothing that could get in the way of his ministrations.
His cock stood proudly against his pale abdomen, raging scarlet and coated with a thin layer of pre-cum, he teased the tip along your slit which earned him a low mewl, he shuddered at the innocent sound. Chrollo wasn’t afraid of you waking up and catching him doing all this because he knew the drug he had slipped in your drink last night was potent enough.
He lifted your leg a bit to allow him some room before giving your nape a chaste kiss as he slowly entered your warm cunt. Chrollo let out a shameless moan against your ear as your cunt practically swallowed his tip, greedily sucking him in like the cock-hungry slut you were.
The tips of his fingers dug into your naked skin, breath turning shallow as he sank deeper and deeper into you, and as he bottomed out, he released a low moan of your name accompanied by his bare palm roaming all over your body,
“My love . . . you’re so perfect.”
Chrollo’s imagination was right, you were as tight and soft as he had imagined, and even more so. The way your wet, greedy cunt enveloped his hard cock was enough proof that you were solely made for him and even at the mere thought of other men being inside you left a bad taste in his mouth. They would only taint and bring shame to your sacred temple but not Chrollo, he’d worship you as though he was your devout follower.
Without wasting any more time, he slowly pulled his hips back—eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the feel of your bare walls dragging against his shaft—before pushing in. Both your legs were closed which amplified the tightness of your cunt, albeit a little hard to move in, he couldn’t care less.
“Mhm . . . You like that, don’t you?”
Chrollo curled into your body, burying his face at the crook of your neck as he maintained a slow, deep pace; he wanted to relish the raw connection between your bodies; memorise the way your wet cunt quivered and responded with each thrust; how your subconscious mews sounded like absolute music to his ears.
Chrollo wondered if you dreamt of him, too.
Soon, his slow, sensual thrusts turned into erratic ones—pure desperation and lust were prominent with every sharp thrust of his hips. Your moans became louder too, interlacing not only with Chrollo’s low groans but also with the sound of skin slapping and lewd squelches. Everything that was once quiet grew in volume which filled your room with all kinds of sounds but Chrollo wasn’t ashamed one bit, instead, they fuelled his drive even further.
Your bed sang a rhythmic song, creaking with each shameless thrust of Chrollo’s hips, his heavy balls slapped into the skin of your ass which was sure to leave a burning sensation once you’ve come to. Chrollo tried his best, he really did, he tried his best to handle your unconscious body with the utmost gentleness but god, your sweet cunt felt way too amazing for him not to pound you into the sheets like a mere fucktoy.
Was he sorry? Not really but he’d make it up to you one way or another.
“F-Fuck, darling—ngh! I’m close . .” He panted into your neck as if you could hear him. As the knot deep in his core tightened with every pleasurable second, Chrollo roamed his hand beneath your shirt, roughly palming at your breasts and pinching your pebbled nipples. He couldn’t see your bare torso yet he could conclude by touch alone that you were perfect.
Chrollo peppered your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses—careful to not leave any evident love bites—even the taste of your skin was heaven-sent.
Chrollo bit his lip hard enough to draw crimson, vision going white as he neared his impending orgasm, he gave a few more short thrusts before quickly pulling out to fist his cock furiously and shoot his load on to your exposed back.
He moaned your name as thick ribbons of his essence coated your back, they glistened beneath the morning rays that leaked into your room. Chrollo violently shuddered at the electric pleasure that engulfed his body; he laid there next to you, scarlet-faced and completely fucked out but nonetheless more than satiated.
Maybe next time, Chrollo would be able to see your lustful expression as he mercilessly fucked you into the mattress but for now, he could settle for your dainty moans.
all the time, your humbleness and quietness intrigues chrollo. you are a fantastic member of the troupe, always getting orders done— clean and quick. seeing how you wield and utilize your nen interests him deeply, how you never seem to go overboard and attack with careful, planned actions.
but sometimes, it affects his relationship with you. he knows there’s a slight tinge of insecurity you carry despite your collected demeanor. how nearly he can catch you off guard as you pass through a reflective surface, how you avert your eyes, fixing your gaze in front. how you… hold back during intimate moments, always trying to act all shy.
but tonight, chrollo promises to change that. he doesn’t want his love bound by the restrictions of not feeling comfortable with letting loose. so, as he whispers sweet and meaningful compliments in your ear, hand gently coming to bunch up your shirt, chrollo is gentle.
kissing you slowly, stealing your breath and admiring your face as he pulls away, lips kiss-swollen and mouth slightly parted. chrollo smiles, the saliva connecting your mouths breaking. you look up to him in need as he presses himself firmer against you.
“may i?” chrollo waits, index finger trailing the clasp of your bra. resting your forehead against his own, ashen eyes peering into your soul— desperate to read you like a book. the setting is pleasant; a hotel room. a candle is lit, fragrant warm and welcoming in the air. stacks of books loiter on the desk.
you nod, pecking a kiss to the corner of his mouth, tip-toeing. “yes,” you whisper, a shudder wracking your whole body as you feel a release in pressure in your torso. chrollo smiles, walking you back to the hotel bed in the middle of the room, unclasping your bra and placing it on the nightstand.
you aid him in removing his fur coat, tugging at the fabric and tossing it on the desk chair. his hands work deftly with yours, making quick work of your pants and pulling off your shirt. chrollo is on you in seconds, mouth pressing hot kisses to your collarbones, biting the skin, soothing the bites with a lick.
he hopes it leaves a mark for you to see later. your hands crawl up his bare back to his scalp, running your hands through the obsidian strands of his hair. your breath hitches.
“look,” he murmurs against your skin, hands skimming up your thighs. your eyebrows furrow in confusion, before chrollo’s head flickers to the mirror right beside you. you didn’t notice it at all, until he had pointed it out. “look at me worship you.”
a failed protest of self-consciousness slips your lips as you feel chrollo’s hand slid right in between your thighs, rubbing circles on your clit. a gasp escapes your mouth, the pressure just the perfect amount. calculated and precise, like the leader of the phantom troupe himself.
your hips buck against his hand, chrollo takes that as a sign to take it further. “don’t hold back, dear.” his other hand grabs at your chin, forcing you to not look at him— but rather your reflection in the mirror. timing it just right, chrollo’s fingers curl deep in you, grinding against that sweet spot he has memorized in his head.
every thrusts of his fingers elicits lewd squelches from your sopping cunt, ringing through the walls of the hotel room. chrollo’s eyes appreciates the research he’s done beforehand (sound proof walls…) strategically, he reads you like a book, flipping the pages and knowing exactly the plot— what makes you squirm, what makes you twist, and what makes you rise.
you feel a knot of ecstasy rippling through your lower abdomen, slick coming out in copious amounts as chrollo easily undoes you with accuracy. with a quick flick of his wrist, his fingers scissor and curl, sending you flinging off the pinnacle of your climax. “look how gorgeous you look coming undone.” he breathes, watching in amazement as you clench around his fingers, breaking his stare to gaze at your reflection in the mirror. “beautiful…” chrollo praises.
your face flushes, mouth parting as you come, eyes all glossy in the mirror. chrollo’s got a smile on his face, all proud and confident. you look away, orgasm subsiding, as he parts open your legs even further, chrollo’s hips settling between, unbuckling his dress pants.
his hands inch down from your face, interlocking yours with his own. chrollo settles you on your stomach, hand pressing against your back coaxing you to arch down. “i’m going to take care of you.” at your nod of approval, chrollo inches in, his tip popping through the resistance. both of you hiss, the stretch feeling delicious. a few shallow thrusts have you tightening around him, urging him for more.
the words come out weirdly, voicing out what you want is so unusual. but you want to at least try to open up more, to speak up. “chrollo— i need… m-more.” your heart pumps, a thud in your chest.
and chrollo grants your wish, hips soon snapping against your own, sending hot sparks of ecstasy stemming through your nerves. “thought you’d never ask.” he grins. your body is like a live wire, crackling with each movement of his hips.
he shifts your face, so you’re looking directly in front of you, facing the mirror as he fucks you to and through. “look at you. you’re so beautiful, beautiful and all m-mine.” he pants, hands clutching your hips tightly, leaving crescent marks on the flare of your curve.
you moan at his excessive praise, struggling to not avert your gaze as you stare at yourself being taken. your face is tinged with pink, eyes hazy, lips parted gently. chrollo’s face is focused, in a trance as he watches your face contort into pleasure as his pelvis ricochets against your bubbly rear.
chrollo hilts himself in you, determined to make you cum devastatingly around him. you feel his tip slam and grind against your cervix, hitting your g-spot as he stills. “c—chrollo!” you cry out, hands clawing at the silken sheets.
he groans, the sound guttural and deep within his chest as he feels you compress even tighter around him, drawing his hips further in like a bow and arrow. with a few more thrusts, shallow and quick, chrollo finishes deep in you, filling you up to the brim.
“you’re so perfect, you know that?” he mutters, onyx hair framing his face, sticking to his temples as his jaw clenches and unclenches. chrollo’s eyes are shut, mouth inhaling and exhaling deeply— taking in your scent. “my little spider.”
you expect him to pull out— to be done. his hips shift in you, coaxing out a sensitive whine. but no. chrollo’s on you again, needing to read a few more little chapters before he sets you down for the night.
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bro im ngl this one was so corny i hate the way i ended ts…
bro BYE this was published so late i got an exam tmr so i was grinding the study before i realized i have a kinktober fic to finish. #sacrificingmygrades
anyways im not rlly happy w/ this one (despite it being the longest fic i’ve wrote🥹) but i do hope you enjoy it
BUTTTT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN EXHIBITIONISM/HUMILIATION fic (yk infront of the rest of the troupe typa thing) but i actually suck at writing more than 2 characters… :c
also do chrollo fans still exist because i swear they’ve gone quiet since like 2020 </3
you've never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth but this is getting ridiculous.
you've been waking up with a strange soreness to your hips and feeling more satisfied and rested than usual, considering you only get a meagre five hours of sleep each night.
once or twice could be brushed off as a coincidence but this is the fifth time this month that you've woken up to this sensation.
the strangest part is that you're nearing the end of your cycle which meant that you'd usually be pent up by now and spending more time with your vibe.
but you haven't had the urge. it's not to say that your libido was low, you were hooking up with someone right before this whole thing.
well... "hooking up" was putting it generously.
the man you had met at the bar was fit and easy on the eyes. he'd promised sweet nothings to you the entire walk back to your place but when he finally had you naked in bed, it was clear he had never pleasured his partners to completion.
you kicked him out after an hour of nothing. honestly, how hard was it to stick to a rhythm? you'd gotten yourself off more times in twenty minutes in the time it took for him to get you to feel something.
you couldn't even be bothered to get yourself off after that, the disappointment of a night wasted weighing into you.
fully expecting to wake up feeling pent up and grouchy, you fall into a deep slumber.
only to wake up the next day feeling satiated and floaty, the way you would after a night of being fucked silly.
memories of a shadowy figure pounding you into the mattress float in your head.
bits and pieces of the mystery man hover in your subconscious. how his hands dwarfed yours, large enough that they easily wrapped around your waist. you've never been that much smaller than you partners so being manhandled like that scratches and itch in your size kink.
the memory of how he stretched you so deliciously and worshiped your body sends a rush of heat straight into your core.
you brush it off as a fluke, the dream already slipping from your mind.
Imagine Chrollo stretching out innocent!virgin!reader before he fucks her for the first time.
He’d start with kneeling between your legs and spreading pussy open with one hand, the other using his pointer finger to give your clit a teasing rub while he muses at how wet you are.
“Don’t worry darling, I’ll treat you gently. Gotta stretch this pretty little cunt a bit before I make you mine,” he’d say, two fingers scissoring inside of you.
“That’s it, Princess. Breathe through it. Good girl.” Fuck, the way he’d praise you for being so good and letting him prep you.
He’d finish with three fingers finally. “I think you’re ready for me, sweet girl. Think you can take it?” He’d take his aching, hard cock out, teasingly putting the tip against your entrance, giving you a taste of the stretch to come.
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Jesus Christ plz send me requests for nsfw Chrollo stuff my thirst is unquenchable 😩
content warnings! rope play, possessive themes, jealousy, bratty reader, hair pulling, pet names (sweetheart, kitten, dear), dubcon, asphyxiation & marking @ chrollo, deep throating, rough sex, condescending chrollo, mentions of murder, spit, impact play
summary: after some heavy convincing, chrollo agreed to let you have full control over your play date tonight. unfortunately, the scenario you had imagined takes a different turn once you start dancing too close to the flame
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Not much can cause Chrollo to breathe unsteadily; barely anything could take him by surprise. Yet here he is, without power, without control—at your complete mercy. The rope cuts into his taut muscles, the contrast of red against his pale skin is strikingly beautiful. And the groan that escapes his lips something so utterly satisfying as your heel digs into his chest, accompanied by the warning words of, "No, no, you promised me full reign tonight. So behave, Chrollo." You grant him a glimpse of your bare pussy hidden beneath your skimpy dress while pushing him further back into the chair, reminding him to hold still.
"If I had known what you had in mind when you asked for control, I would have never agreed. Why can't you just ride me like all the other girls did?" A sharp hiss cuts off his complaints, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek as eyes filled with anger meet your delighted ones. "Don't tell me about your other flings... I don't like feeling jealous."
With a click of your heel against the ground, you return to standing on both feet and take a step back, allowing yourself a moment to rake your eyes over the exposed figure of your partner. You've made sure to bind him tightly to the chair, rope laced around his upper body and tied securely behind his back. But it's the nearly murderous intent in his dark eyes that really excites you. Being a brat is already so much fun, but being an insufferable demon in full control over the leader of a villainous group? Yeah, it's hard to imagine going back to being submissive.
"Are you done staring? Sweetheart, you're drooling." His smooth-talking voice returns, cockiness and arrogance painting a rather smug expression on his face—one you wish to wipe off. Yet as you remain unnervingly calm, you tick something off in Chrollo's brain, prompting him to nearly ramble. "Hm? Don’t tell me you've already run out of ideas? Tying me up can’t possibly be the beginning and end of your little fantasies. I thought you were smarter than that..."
One step, two steps, three steps, and you're closer than ever before. You bend down, eye to eye with someone who could kill you in an instant, to give him a show of your cleavage nearly spilling from its confines. Your fingers dig into Chrollo's cheeks, forcing his chin to tilt up as you search his eyes for something he can't quite decipher. You're not supposed to be an enigma to him; he’s used to reading you like an open book. That victorious chuckle of yours causes his eyes to squint in suspicion—he's getting nervous.
"Can I not stare at what belongs to me?" your soft voice whispers, almost too lovingly, a cat-like grin spreading across your face before you giggle. "You're mine, and I'm yours," you continue as you straddle his lap, your arms snaking around his neck while you arch your back to press your hips against his. The frilly dress you chose to wear for him rides up your hips, and Chrollo's fingers ache to dig into the soft flesh of your ass. Nose to nose, you turn soft, sickly sweet, as your lips capture his in a fiery kiss, tongues brushing against each other while your nails tease his scalp and neck. Your fingers curl into his dark strands, tugging until he grunts into the kiss—a fitting punishment for not reciprocating your affectionate words.
How could he focus on your words when his mind is occupied with finding a way out of these restraints? He tries to keep some blood in his brain, tries not to show just how much your little display turns him on. But it’s nearly impossible with the roll of your hips against him, with your plush breasts bouncing and pressing against his chest. "You're going to torture me because of my little act during the mission, aren’t you?" he finally deciphers, the possessive themes of the night at last forming a cohesive puzzle as Chrollo allows himself a moment to think. You need to hide your expression from him, need to avoid eye contact before he reads the answer from your face and makes you crumble in the palm of his hand.
"Think what you will," you sigh against the shell of his ear, praying that your lips on his neck and nails on his chest inflict enough sensations, painting his skin pink, purple, and red to distract him from thinking about your motives. You feel the moan vibrating through his body.
"If you tell me what you want, I might give it to you," you whisper against his skin, confident that he hears every word of yours. Your eyes flicker sideways to meet his hard stare. Chrollo is not much of a talker in these circumstances—his expression is usually enough to get people to behave. But in your case, it only spurs you on further. "Maybe you'll have to beg a little, but that wouldn't hurt, right?" His jaw tightens in response, lips pressing into a thin line, his eyes narrowing as his lids drop. Chrollo humours you by leaning in, the tip of his nose brushing along your jaw before he speaks into your ear: "Once I'm free, you'd better run for your life." The sparks that go off in your mind trickle all over your skin in the form of shivers and goosebumps.
"Baby..." you try to respond, but fuck, is that really your voice? You sound so aroused, it even catches Chrollo off guard. Maybe he's been too nice to you during your playtimes all along. Your eyes fall shut as your lips meet again, and you practically devour him, sucking the air from his lungs with a feverish kiss. One of your knees finds rest between his spread thighs while you cradle his neck in your hands, forcing him into submission as you lean above him.
You finally understand why he enjoys to torture you once you see the desperate mess you've turned him into: chest heaving and flushed, cheeks heated brightly as the red colour clashes with his messy black strands falling over his features. Your lips move on their own, forming words he would usually bring your way if the roles were reversed. "Such a pretty mess for me," you sigh in adoration before the creaking of the chair startles you slightly and turns you silent. You never expected Chrollo to be a man of sheer force to break free, but fortunately, the chair and rope are too sturdy to break that easily.
"You really wish to keep messing with me?" He warns lowly, his patience is starting to wear thin. Lucky for you, Chrollo's restraints only tighten further around his frame as he struggles, the friction burning his skin and making him moan—in pain or pleasure? "Do I look like someone who will surrender? You know better than that, kitten..."
The hands around his neck catch him off guard. You never expected yourself to hold him the way you love to be held, never thought your fingertips would push into his skin and constrict his breathing. But his shocked expression tells the tale, conveying his own surprise upon how brave you have grown to become.
"I told you to beg, Chrollo," you mouth against his lips, your thigh pushing against his cock. No matter how much he pretends to struggle and despise this, the hardness of his cock is evidence enough for you to continue.
"You won't make me do anything of the sort, sweetheart," Chrollo bites back, his pet names turning sour, you notice. Maybe playing with fire will get you burned. But he's tied up well—you made sure of that.
Actions speak louder than words—that’s the motto that guides you as you harshly release his face, pushing him back into his chair to do with his body as you please. Your fingers loop around the tight rope as you explore his body, tugging and tightening his prison, forcing reactions from his lips. Sharp hisses and low warnings to "Stop messing around" have long replaced his little act of keeping it all together. But how could you stop now? Not when you much prefer scratching over his abdomen and rubbing your palm over his clothed erection before unbuttoning his trousers to finally free his aching length. Chrollo would never deny himself pleasure—you know that much about him.
Hence why you push his thighs to spread further as you go down on your knees before him, your lips blowing cooling puffs of air over his cock. "Sure you don’t want to beg me to give you more?" your eyes flicker up to meet his lust-filled ones. Chrollo looks unnervingly calm given the circumstances, yet the alarm bells inside your mind take too long to go off.
"You will give me more, whether you want to or not." Chrollo watches with delight as your expression sours. All these emotions and thoughts running laps behind your pretty eyes—he can see them clearly. Good, be scared of him.
You take too long. Unfortunately, you are always two steps behind him.
"Too slow," his final warning, just before the ropes come undone in an instant. His large palm lands on the back of your neck, holding your face right in front of his crotch. "How!?" you whine pathetically, much to Chrollo's amusement. But he has no time for this farce anymore. Better to make you shut up, make you regret acting out like this. His free hand wraps around his cock, pushing the tip against your lips, tapping against your closed mouth once, twice, before the hand on your neck moves to grasp your jaw and force it open.
"C’mon, dear, don’t act like you didn’t want this to happen," he huffs while shoving his length into your mouth. There’s no mercy in his moves—not with the way Chrollo holds down your head, pressing your lips against the base of his cock until you choke on pre-cum, saliva, and his girth. "You’re in trouble now," he pants the warning over your back as he leans forward, blunt fingertips dragging over your spine while the fingers of his free hand fist strands of your hair. With little care for your scalp, he pulls you off, only to bring you forward to choke on his cock, again and again.
Chrollo bathes you in his moans, not bothering to hide the devious chuckles that mix with his sounds of pleasure as you cry for breath, your knees enduring the bruising pain of the rough carpet beneath you. "Can’t—can’t hear you, repeat that for me," he mocks as you try to protest his relentless assault. Your throat burns, your vision is blurred by tears spilling over your lash line. You smell only Chrollo, taste only Chrollo, feel only Chrollo. It’s too much to handle.
"Beg for me, huh? Beg for me to be nice and I might just be," yet the grip in your hair only tightens before he pulls you off. He wears a poker face, an expression devoid of emotion as he stares into your frightened one, basking in your pitiful state—puffy lips, tear-stained cheeks, and messy hair.
"Beg," he repeats, just as harshly as you did once before. One, two, Chrollo’s patience is already running thin thanks to your earlier games. Why even bother being nice?
"Chro—" you begin, only for him to shove you onto him again. "Scratch that, sweetheart—you brought this upon yourself."
You fully did. What were you even thinking when you tried to control a man like Chrollo? Did you really expect him to let you do whatever you wanted with him when he could, instead, face-fuck you until your filthy mouth is stuffed with his cum? All your mockery will now become a painful memory, a reminder of your place. A brat like you doesn’t deserve more than to be used without receiving any pleasure in return—your aching pussy will serve as a memento until your next encounter with Chrollo. You’d better not touch yourself until then.
