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."
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“I’m busy right now, darling,” Chrollo would say, laying in bed with a book in his hands.
You’d get on top of him, begging for him to fuck you. “But Chro…I need you…”
He’d look at you pathetically, a small smirk on his face. “If you need me that badly, then go ahead,” he gestured to his bare abs beneath where his book was propped up. “If you’re being that much of a slut right now, rub that pretty little cunt on me until you cum.”
He could be so filthy, and be so articulate about it when he wanted to. You knew it wouldn’t be enough, but you were desperate.
You slipped your panties off, testing how it would feel if you ground your bare, wet folds against the harness of his abs.
Chrollo didn’t look at you. He just let out a faint chuckle when he felt the cold air hit the wetness you left when you retreated.
So you kept doing it, on and on. But it was never enough. Not that he cared, anyway.
“Chro…need more—please!”
“That’s too bad, Y/N. Take what I give you and be grateful.”
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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In this moment you feel weightless and unchained. Sitting pretty in the passenger seat, your body buzzes from alcohol. Chrollo was kind enough to take you out after a successful heist, ordering you drink after drink at a high class jazz bar. With the tang of the dirty margaritas still coating your lips, you smile as your hair whips your face from the open window.
The generous black haired man drives quietly, a limp wrist hanging over the steering wheel as you cruise the open highway. Streetlights dazzle in your lidded gaze as they pass by, the city surrounds you, tall buildings and skyscrapers illuminate in sparkling lights.
Like a rebirth, you chose your own path and found the Phantom Troupe. You left everything behind to start fresh. And meeting the leader of the spiders wasn't as terrifying as you thought it would be. Walking through the doors that day in a dingy abandoned warehouse, the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on sat on a wooden box, flipping through a book. Chrollo was charming and soft spoken, graciously opening his arms for you to join after you've demonstrated your nen abilities. Grey eyes swam with amusement the moment he saw you.
"Interesting," was all he said with a soft smile.
You've only been a part of the troupe for a few days, and your first heist the other night was a success. You couldn't think of a better way to earn some respect as a new member. At the last second, dodging attacks from gang members, you cinched the one object Chrollo desired most. While the other members gave you appreciation for sneaking past obstacles as they fought, Chrollo was more than pleased watching you from the sidelines.
He was adamant on celebrating.
Music played over the radio drowning out the wind. He doesn't mind it being as loud as it is, because you hum beside him. He noticed that you enjoyed his music taste, as you always hummed happily when the classical music rang through their temporary hide-out. The choir crescendos with a whining violin. Glancing over at you, your knees rest against the center console while your heels lay forgotten underneath the glove box.
Chrollo swallows, drinking in the softness of your flesh. Your skirt's riding up too, don't you know that?
You hum, completely engrossed in the instruments, waving your arms around to the melody that plays out of the radio.
"Boss," you giggle, leaning into him.
You'd soon learn to call him by his name.
Your dress is too fucking low. He should hate it, hate that you're so indecently exposed, but he can't look away. He loathes that with you he can't seem to think straight. If just one man approached you at the bar, it's pathetic how he'd lose his composure. He's lucky that he got you out of there before...
You're a classy woman, and act in such a manner. You're exceptional, poised and strong, and it's getting difficult to contain himself when the perfumes from your lotion waft in his face. That last drink he ordered you had a little more kick.
"Thank you for tonight, I had the best time." You tilt your head to the side, looking up at him through thick lashes. Thankfully, you aren't slurring. Yet. Even in this state, you carry yourself well. "It's been a while since I've actually had fun."
The streaming lights dance across your face, and your eyes shine under the hues of the city.
He gives you a charming smile, eyes fixated on the road.
Turning your attention to the buttons on the ceiling, you press around. If Chrollo was annoyed with you, he definitely didn't show it. In fact, he found you amusing. Just a little longer before he'd get even closer to you.
Fumbling around with controls, you turn on and off lights, lock the doors a few times and even open the sunglasses compartment before you press the button to open the sunlight.
Wind howls through the ceiling when the skylight pulls back, wisping your hair in all directions. Before standing up, you turn the dial on the radio to blast the music even louder.
You lift yourself up to the open air through the skylight, immediately the wind slams into the top half of your body.
Free. A new beginning.
Spreading your arms wide, you welcome the wind and enjoy the speed of the car. From up here, the city looks giant, engulfing you in dazzling concrete structures. Drunkenness swirls under your skin and you lean your head back, exposing your neck to the cold wind. Your hair pulls fiercely behind you as you close your eyes.
You let out a happy gasp before laughing. You feel like a soaring bird, completely unchained.
Opening your eyes, the ceiling of the tunnel soars above you. Dimly lit lights pass you by in a set rhythm.
From below you, the Phantom Troupes leader's gaze fixates between your legs. With the way one of your legs is propped up on the center console he can see directly up your dress. Black laced panties peeking through, a sinful tease. It's taken him so much resolve to keep himself composed for just a few days, and at this rate, he'd be a failure to give in. Keeping his eyes between you and the road, he adjusts his hips upwards to relieve what's aching beneath his pants.
His chest swells with the crescendo of the intense melody that blasts through his ears and he takes a breath.
Your beauty is tragic. Tragic in a way that you make him ache.
Like glass shattering underneath the dam of his mind, he decides that...
What's wrong with starting now?
Placing a calloused hand around your ankle, Chrollo rubs his thumb over your flesh, cherishing the feeling of your lotioned skin. You remain standing, watching the cracks in the ceiling of the tunnel pass you by. You're as pliant as you can be, just the way he's dreamed of seeing you. Over the course of just a few days, images of your face underneath him torture his mind. He's sure that you feel it too, that you want him just as much as he wants you. Not just in a sexual way, but as a life partner. You're his newfound muse.
Little do you know that you already belong to him.
Chrollo's primal urge takes over, sliding his hand up your leg, gently skimming the flesh of your inner thighs. It may seem like he's testing the waters, but every movement is calculated. Like a game of chess, even just within a few days of you being in the Troupe, he's planned every step to make you his. All he needed was for you to get comfortable before he could strike.
Mind hazy with alcohol, your head spins, feeling warm fingers barely touching up and up and up...
Wetness slithers a path up your calf, ending in a gentle bite with hot breath. Soft lips savor your taste, kissing your skin in hunger. The end of the tunnel soars past, opening into a smoggy night sky.
You roll your eyes back into your skull at the feeling, the open highway street lights spinning within your vision.
Chrollo lubricates a finger in his mouth before pressing gently at your clit over your panties. His spit soaks through, heating up your sensitive bud. The coarseness of the lace grinds into you, sending shockwaves of pleasure in your dazed state. Keeping a deathgrip on the steering wheel and eyes on the road, Chrollo's cock throbs.
Fingers circle over your sweet spot, gradually growing rougher and rougher. Your body reacts in a drunken state, grinding back into his touch. Chrollo bites into your calf harder now, easing the pain with a kiss. Your own slick pools between your legs and as if Chrollo can smell your sweetness, his finger slides over your panties to your hole before curling a finger underneath. Blunt fingertips dip inside to gather your juices and prod the entrance of your hole.
Your body reacts unsuspectingly and your knees buckle, bringing your legs together. Your reaction displeases the raven haired man and he quickly punishes you by pinching your inner thigh, right where you're most sensitive. You open back up for him with a whine.
It was the perfect time, when you came into his life. He's had everything he's ever wanted, until he realized that he needed you.
You were unsuspecting. Unknowing of what the Phantom Troupe's leader planned to do with you... more so what he's already done. But it's just because he knows that you feel it too.
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.
Hello dear! How are you? Could you please do Perv! Chrollo if it's not too much trouble? I haven't seen much Perv Chrollo content out there, and I'd love to see that in your writing! You can ignore it if you want, have a nice day ♡ (Sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my first language ☠️)
His pretty girl
Perv!Chrollo x Fem!Reader
warnings: perv behavior, panting stealing, reader is mentioned to be chubby, excessive gift giving, somno, dubcon, reader is innocent and naive, breeding kink, pregnancy, bit of Yandere chrollo if you squint, Chrollo calls you princess/angel/goddess, minor manga spoilers about Shalnark
A/N: not the biggest chrollo fan but him being head over heels in love and just a big softy with his lover does do something for me.
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Unlike most pervs, Chrollo is much sneakier with his perversion. You won’t catch him sniffing your panties or jacking off to pictures of your cute face… but you will find pairs of your panties covered in his cum in your dresser, and lots of pictures of you saved on his phone if you go looking.
Chrollo absolutely adores you, he enjoys seeing you blush and stutter when you find a particularly nasty love letter stuffed into your mailbox, or those pair of missing lacy panties folded neatly on your bed, with strange stains on them.
He first fell for you when Shalnark introduced him to you. You met Shal through the Hunter exam years ago, though you didn’t pass. Regardless, the two of you stayed good friends, with Shal making sure you stayed safe while under his care.
But Shalnark was quick to back off the second Chrollo showed interest in you. You were just too cute, with your chubby frame and pretty face. Chrollo had never really put much thought into his sexual preferences, but seeing your plump ass and fat tits was enough to awaken something… sinful in him.
After that first meeting, you started receiving little gifts from him. At first, they were just pretty trinkets that Chrollo found on his missions, but as his obsession and adoration for you grew, those little trinkets because expensive dresses and luxurious jewelry.
At first you thought it was just him being generous with you, considering your living situation wasn’t the best. You were very appreciative, your cheeks heating up and your voice small when he smiled sweetly after you thanked him.
But over time, strange things started happening that you just couldn’t explain!
Your windows would be open in the morning when you were sure you closed them last night… and what was that sticky stuff on your face?
Chrollo had gotten into the habit of breaking in to watch you sleep. In the beginning, it was because he felt such intense love and care for you that he just couldn’t bear the thought of you getting harmed in your most vulnerable state!
He’d sit at the edge of your bed, reading a book while gently stroking your cheek. It was cute, you seemed so content and happy in your sleep when he was with you. It made his heart soar thinking that maybe, just maybe he had something to do with it.
But soon those soft and innocent intentions shifted when he noticed how… revealing your pajamas were sometimes. Those flimsy little shorts and the fact he could see your nipples through your thin white tanktop had his cock straining against his pants.
You always looked so soft and peaceful, something he wanted to protect and cherish. You were the only person linking him to the normal world, where your biggest problems were paying rent on time and figuring out what to eat for dinner, while his were trying to keep his friends from dying and which heist he should plan next.
You lived in a completely different world than him, and that was some of the appeal. Chrollo had never lived a normal life, but with you, he could have some shred of normalcy. He could marry you, make you his sweet little wife and live out the rest of his days keeping you happy and safe.
But… deep down Chrollo knew this was next to impossible. He was a wanted criminal, with more enemies than he could care to remember.
He still liked to imagine it, though. You, sitting in a rocking chair your swollen belly, carrying his child. He’d come home from a heist, carry you upstairs and ravish you, making sure to be extra careful with your delicate body.
Chrollo stroked his cock to this thought, his tip gently pressed against your lips as you slept. He’d done this exact things countless times… he hadn’t been expecting you to wake up right as he buckled his pants after cumming on your lips.
“… Chrollo?”
You rubbed your sleepy eyes, then wiped at your mouth, grimacing. Did you drool in your sleep? It was too dark to make out what was on your hand… but there was just enough light to see your friend Chrollo standing there, peering down at you with a slightly surprised expression.
He quickly took on his usual calm, charming facade. “Hello, (Name). Shal asked me to come watch over you. Apparently there’s been a few break ins in town that got both him and I worried for you.”
It was all lies, but something he loved about (Name) was her naïveté. You smiled sweetly, your cheeks heating up. “Really? You came to make sure I was okay?”
Chrollo nodded, setting his book on your nightstand before sitting at the edge of your bed. “Of course… I don’t think you understand just how much you mean to me, (Name).”
You didn’t have time to react, he was already leaning closer to you. His eyes were captivating in the moonlight, reflecting the light and shining like jewels.
“You’re divine, (Name), like an angel sent from Heaven just for me.”
He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lip. “I want you, more than anything.”
Hearing this from a handsome man like Chrollo felt unreal. He wanted you of all people? It was hard to believe.
As if sensing your hesitancy, Chrollo tilted up your chin. “Do you want me to show you?”
Before you could answer, his lips met yours. He had been holding back for so long, he needed this, he needed you. You were always so sweet to him, making sure he was eating well and even coming to visit him when you could. How could he ever ask for anything more than you?
It wasn’t long before his tongue entered your mouth and his hands slipped under your shirt to grab at your perky, plump tits. You whines softly into his mouth as his thumbs ran over your sensitive nipples.
“Like that, princess?”
He gave them a soft pinch, biting down on your lip as he moved one hand to your shorts. He didn’t both with taking them off, he ripped them and pinned you down, one hand pinning your wrists and the other unbuckling his pants.
“My darling…”
His eyes settled on your pretty cunt, wet and glistening in the moonlight. Chrollo had a few one nights stands in the past, but he never felt like this before. Your pussy, all wet and ready for him was enough to have him groaning into your neck as his cock sunk into your warm heat.
He grabbed onto your hips, his fingers sinking into the soft fat. You were so cute, tears pooling down your cheeks as you blubbered incoherently, too fucked out to speak. He leaned forward and kissed those soft lips of yours, so soft and gentle with his little angel.
“Shh, just take me okay? Fuck, you’re divine, my angel, my goddess…”
With one leg over his shoulder as he pressed your bodies together, Chrollo fucked into you. He tried his best to restrain himself, but god you looked way too pretty when you came around his cock for the third time.
You clung to him for comfort and some sort of stability as he mercilessly pounded your sensitive cunt. “Pretty, god you’re just gorgeous, my sweet girl…”
By the end of the night, you were too exhausted to even speak, your pussy full of his seed. He held you now, cooing softly as he peppered kisses along your cheeks and jaw. “Did so well, such a good girl…”
From then on Chrollo’s obsession with you would only deepen. He’d marked you up, leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. You were his, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.
It wasn’t long before he had moved you away, somewhere you could be together and also under the radar. After Shalnark’s death, he became a bit paranoid that Hisoka would come after you next.
So now there you were, belly swollen with his child as he held you in his lap, his palm resting on your baby bump.
Chrollo had you, and although it wasn’t quite the life he had expected, he was still happy with it. You were here with him, carrying his baby and unable to get a way, even if you wanted to.
Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, blow jobs, creampies, rough sex (kinda), female oral receiving, sex toys, etc. MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT
Work Place Fuck Buddy
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Kurapika -
Kurapika is your new secretary. You're his boss, and you love to tease him. When you hired him, he was a blushing mess, his eyes trying to avert their gaze at your cleavage and curvy body. This made you want to tease him.
You'd often come up behind him while he worked at his front desk, bending over so your mouth would be close to his ear, your voice like silk. Kurapika would squeak and cover his face with his hands blushing and, for some reason, apologizing. His cock would be hard against his pants, and for the rest of the day he wouldn't be able to work as well, stuttering when trying to talk to people at the front desk. You'd just be leaning against the door, watching him and smiling mischeviously.
Eventually, you'd end up having a work friends with benefits situation. Quite the scandal if it got out. This didn't stop you from teasing him. No, it made it even more fun for you.
One day, as he was working, you came to pretend to call someone on the front desks phone, reaching your hand down to Kurapika's leg. He jumped, and you had to shush him. You'd bring out his pretty pink dripping cock and jerk him under the desk, Kurapika blushing and biting his lip trying to not let out moans and whimpers. You'd deal with people who came to the front desk, talking with your sweet voice, the people seeing the bright red Kurapika with his head on his arms, thinking nothing of it. Maybe he was just taking a quick nap, and you were helping out.
Helping out you were. Kurapika couldn't help but let a struggled whimper when he spurt warm semen all over your offices floor. You just kicked the desk, trying to cover up his whimper, wearing your signature smile as a new person walked up to the desk.
Later Kurapika profusely apologized for cumming all over the floor, but you quieted him, speaking of needing to punish him. Kurapika's obedient cock perked up at this, his tip sloppy with precum. You demanded for him to kneel before you, Kurapika doing so right away. He looked so cute when blushing and looking up with such sweet large eyes. You brought his face to your pussy, him immediately delving into your soaked pussy, licking and sucking you hungrily while whimpering. You made sure he stayed on his knees, and didn't touch himself. You stood tall above him, and he'd look up all red with glazed over eyes, begging for more.
Feitan -
Feitan always had dark under eyes from his chronic insomnia. It didn't help that he had to work with you, the hottest woman he's ever seen. He would blush around you, covering his face with his bangs, trying to escape you as you with a bubbly voice tried to talk to him. He'd go to the bathroom and lean against the door, trying desperately to calm his aching cock.
He'd stay up late, looking at your social media's, which he found due to your work friend Shalnark. He'd look at your selfies with tired eyes, illuminated by the blue light, pumping his leaking cock, guilt ignored by his lust for you.
The next day, he wouldn't be able to look at you. You always worried about him, seeing how tired he'd look and how he barely ate at work. One day, you brought over some food you made for him, saying that you made it for him because you were worried. Feitan almost fainted right there with his increased heart rate, shaking as he grabbed the food, mumbling a thank you. From then on, you'd bring him food and even baked goods.
Feitan, as time would go on, would get more and more desperate to be with you. He'd glare at his fellow male co-workers, obviously flirting with you.
Eventually, one day, while you were getting something in the faculty lounge, you got to be alone with Feitan. Your heart beat fast, as you stammered out that you have a work crush on him and that you can't hold back from admitting it anymore. In almost a blink of an eye, Feitan would be pulling you into one of the storage rooms, pushing you up against the shelves, making out with you passionately. It'd take no time before Feitan would have your face pushed up against the shelves, slamming his throbbing cock deep into your womb. He'd fuck you so hard and fast, letting out all the need he's been building up, resisting. Random items would be falling off the shelves and your moans would radiate off the walls. You thanked the universe that all the other staff were at a lame pizza party on the first floor, unable to hear you getting pounded and stuffed with semen. You would barely be able to walk out of the room, Feitan's seed leaking out of you and soaking your panties.
Feitan, for the rest of the day, would smirk from his cubicle, watching you struggling to walk down the hallway.
You were no longer safe at the office, Feitan's slender fingers always somehow ended up in your drenched panties. You couldn't help but submit when you'd feel his cold hand reach up your thigh during office meetings. He loved it when you wore short skirts that teased him so much with no tights underneath. Just as you were about to speak, Feitan slipped a finger under your drenched panties, then pushing it into your warm accepting cunt. You'd let out a struggled sound, making everyone peer at you suspiciously. "I'm sorry everyone, I-I didn't get much sleep last night.." You stammered out, Feitan grinning.
Chrollo -
Chrollo was your boss, and you were his secretary. You knew Chrollo was the type of boss to seduce his secretaries, but you thought you'd be able to resist his charm.
You were wrong.
You were under Chrollo's desk as he worked on paperwork, kneeling between his legs, lips snug around his thick dick. He'd every so often reach his hand down to support your head and push more of himself into your small mouth, groaning softly under his breath. If someone would come into his office, he'd just smile as if nothing is going on, letting them even sit in the chair across from him. You tried your best to continue sucking him without making a noise, but Chrollo was evil. Just as you barely managed to take more of him into your mouth, Chrollo pushed your head so you were now taking all of his cock. Chrollo, with perfect timing, covered his mouth pretending to choke as you did so, cursing at yourself in your head for your mistake. The person asked Chrollo what was wrong, but he just kept on showing his charming smile and saying that nothing was the matter.
Chrollo wanted to cum in your mouth with the person in his office. Purposefully he typed slow, dragging on the conversation, as he dragged your pretty tight lips around his cock. When Chrollo came, he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh that was a bit shakey. The person just thought he was tired from trying to finish up what he was doing, but no, he was pumping endless ropes of white thick cum in your obedient throat.
After all of that, Chrollo would sit your pretty self on his desk, praising you for how well you did. You were blushing, wetness coating your thighs from arousal from the whole ordeal.
Chrollo wouldn't pleasure you quite yet, though. No, he was a devil. He'd slip a tiny remote control vibrator into your panties, right on your clit, sending you back to your cubicle. He'd watch with a smile as you convulsed from a orgasm in one of the cameras he had for the office. You had to cover your mouth with your hand as you rode it out, feeling overstimulated as you came down from your orgasm from the vibrator. After your orgasm, he'd just turn the setting up higher, laughing to himself as you'd end up cumming again, this time a little more loud.
Hi, sorry this is my first time asking somebody something and English is not my first language so I apologize in advance.
I hope this is the right way to send in requests (I feel like a grandma using this app tbh 💀) but anyway I am in love with how you write chrollo and I honestly cant get enough.
So could you maybe write about Chrollo having an insecure s/o like she actually looks basic and even if she styles her hair and puts makeup on while wearing something pretty it doesn't make her feel beautiful so she rather wears casual clothes? I hope it is not too much
But again thank you for your writing <3
🕸️~ hello!! i’ll be happy to write your request, and dw you sent it in correctly lol💚 im very happy to see that you like the way i write chrollo, the whole reason i write is to make you all happy! without further ado, let’s get into the writing. enjoy, ily <333 so sorry for the wait btw :(( @shyminnie07
♥*♡∞:｡.｡ fem!reader
𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
You stared at yourself in the mirror, brows furrowed in thought. You’d spent the last hour and a half styling your hair, doing your makeup, getting dressed up, and accessorizing just to stand in front of the bathroom sink and not feel any different. Your boyfriend, Chrollo, and you were supposed to attend a prestigious gathering of crime syndicates and leaders, but standing here now, you were wondering if maybe you should back out. Chrollo was sure to be the most important figure at this gala, and to have a plain girl like you on his arm wouldn’t be a good look for him. No, people would be expecting a drop dead gorgeous girl, a woman rather, one who walked with pride and exhibited an aura of confidence and sophistication. That just wasn’t you.
With a sigh, you began to slip the gold bracelets from your wrists, letting them clatter to the sink counter. They just felt like dead weight. Carefully, you began to do the same to your necklaces.
You weren’t expecting Chrollo to walk in then, entering your bathroom in a very elegant black and red suit and tie. His hair was down and his forehead bandaged as it usually was when you two went out. The dark colors of his clothes brought out the paleness of his gray eyes, easy to get lost in as usual.
Seeing Chrollo look so lovely only confirmed your doubts, and still fiddling with your necklace clasp, you gave him a halfhearted smile as he came up to you.
Chrollo’s lips spread into a warm, dazzling smile. “My love, you look absolutely stunning tonight.” He noticed you trying to undo your necklace and moved behind you, thinking that you needed help putting it on. “Do you need help with your necklace, dear?”
You stepped away from Chrollo’s hands moving up to your neck, letting out a nervous laugh. “Ah, thank you, but it’s alright. I was just going to take it off.” Finally, you managed to undo the clasp of the necklace and set the silver chain on the counter.
Chrollo seemed confused. “Take it off? But it looks so lovely on you.”
You paused, not knowing how to respond, but when you saw yours and Chrollo’s reflection in the mirror, you remembered what you were going to say. “That’s a sweet thing to say. But… I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t think I’ll be going to this event with you.” You sighed and dropped your gaze, not wanting to see Chrollo’s reaction.
“How come?” Chrollo asked, trying to meet your gaze but unable to find your eyes. “Sweetheart, is something the matter? Did I do something to upset you?”
You shook your head frantically. “Oh, no, of course not! I just… don’t think I should be seen with you.”
Chrollo paused for a moment. “Is it safety you’re worried about? It is a valid concern… but if anybody tries to harm you at all, I’ll kill them. You know that.”
“Ah, no, it’s not safety. It’s just…” You trailed off. How were you supposed to tell him that you simply weren’t pretty enough to go to such an event with someone like Chrollo? It seemed so shallow. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to embarrass him with your presence. At least for this event, he deserved someone more desirable to the eye.
“Chrollo, look at you.” You gestured to the mirror, and he followed your gaze. “Everything about you is just so… perfect. There’s nothing out of place about you.” Your eyes briefly darted to your own reflection before instinctively dropping again. “And then there’s just me, I guess.” You didn’t really know what to say after that, instead picking up the necklace you’d taken off and twirling the chain around your finger.
Chrollo was silent for a bit. “Just you?” he queried. “What does that mean?”
You weren’t expecting the question, but you answered it anyway. “Well, I mean-“ you threw your hands up and dropped them back down again- “it’s just me. I’m not really all that pretty. Even with makeup and nice clothes on, I’m nowhere near your level. I would really just make you look bad.” Feeling like you’d said too much, you started out the bathroom, but Chrollo took your wrist in his hand before you could get out of reach. Gently, he turned you around until you were face-to-face with him.
He looked you up and down, his gray eyes meaningful. For a moment he didn’t say anything.
“Oh, my love, if only you could see yourself the way I see you,” Chrollo finally sighed, the wistful look in his eyes making you avert yours.
You rolled your eyes a little, trying to seem dismissive and like you didn’t care, but it was a facade. “Yeah, me too, I guess.”
“Look at me.” Chrollo took your chin in his hand and turned your face back towards him, making you startle in surprise and immediately drop your gaze again.
“Beauty isn’t in the eyes of the beholder but rather in the mind of its owner. If you genuinely don’t believe you’re beautiful, I can’t convince you otherwise. But you are. Really.” Chrollo lifted your chin up, making you look at him this time. “However, if you really don’t want to accompany me to the gala, I won’t make you. I’d hate for you to feel insecure.” Chrollo released your face and peered into your eyes again, making sure you understood him.
You hesitated before answering, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as you gazed tentatively into the mirror. “I think this time around I’ll just… stay here.”
Chrollo nodded understandingly. “Whatever you’d like, Y/N.” He glanced in the mirror briefly, straightening his tie before walking to the bathroom door. “If you’d like me to bring you back anything, let me know. Have a good night, my love.” And with that, he was gone.
(ew that was ass wtf)
(cat3ch1sm stop ending every story the same way challenge (IMPOSSIBLE))
