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there's little you can do to catch chrollo off guard.
he can sneak up on you (although he often allows his footsteps to remain audible, how thoughtful of him), but you can't sneak up on him. you could be quiet as a mouse and he'll still nonchalantly ask why you're 'being so shy,' without glancing up from his book. any exception to this is by his design. should you manage to deck him with a pillow, you're left with a hollow victory, because you both know he could've stopped it had he wanted to.
this vigilance doesn't relax even in his sleep. the second you get up for any reason, his eyes are open, following you in the dark. if you leave the room for too long, he'll seek you out. you end up being the one who's startled when you turn around, hitting a wall of toned muscle instead of the path back to the bedroom.
however, throughout your trial and error, you've discovered one roundabout method of making his brain lag behind.
it's when you do or say anything particularly endearing.
excitedly explaining to him why you enjoy your favorite show so much, overhearing you talk to yourself, or when you pull on his arm to make him hurry up and see something before he misses it. he just blinks, briefly stupefied. any enemies of the troupe would consider this the only opportunity to take him by surprise. that is, if they could recognize him. the cold, ruthless boss of the infamous phantom troupe, covering a smile behind his hand? that can't be him. there's no way.
chrollo is so disconnected from genuinely experiencing positive emotions that it makes his cognition flicker.
he recovers his cool and composed countenance fast, but if you look his way at just the right time, you'll see the adoring eyes of a man who thought himself incapable of love.
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DOLL FACE • chrollo lucifer
synopsis: in which you become chrollo’s newest obsession with no chance of him ever letting you go.
content + themes: yandere, drug lord!chrollo, black!fem reader, reader is an escort, mirror sex, porn without plot, rough sex, spit kink, dacryphilia, prone bone, heavy breeding, unprotected sex, dark themes, drug use (consensual), read at your own risk, short drabble
word count: 0.8K
📝: just a little something/rehashing from a previous story I wrote for a while ago. May have to revisit this someday. Shoutout to @lostgxrlblog for reminding me of this! Should also go without saying but minors are not welcomed!!
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leather pumps with bottoms painted in red, pointed to the ceiling…
the scent of bourbon and nicotine permeating throughout the air along with the smell of sex..
strips of cocaine lined up on a shard of glass..
sounds of rampant thumping and loud cries filled the room..
it was a sight or rather, a very lucid reality that you had been experiencing for quite some time now. A pleasurable fantasy fulfilled by none other than the man who had placed you in this situation in the first place. Face down in the plush cushion of a hotel bed mattress as he ruts his hips into the plumpness of your ass. Watching it ripple each time he peered down and thrusted in. Thumbs pressed into the visible dimples on your back..it was one of the many admirable features he loved about you. Honestly, he could ramble for hours on end about how beautiful, soft and sexy you were. How he loved you dearly..and you were the most precious thing in his life. So much so, he made love to you as if it would be his last. Vigorously pounding you into the bed; causing it to vibrate at the sturdy seams.
“Yesss..! Just like that, doll face. Look up..look at your pretty fucking face in the mirror.”
a backhanded yet endearing pet named he’d so affectionately adorned you with once you became his employee and lover. Truth be told, the former was not of your own volition. It had been a year since you’d become the proverbial ‘bottom bitch’ to the illustrious crime lord, Chrollo Lucifer. His top escort and appointed leader to all the other sex workers who served under him. Although not an ideal line of work, being in his presence was enough to endure anything. A feeling he shared mutually; proving so through discarding the demeaning term and giving you the aforementioned moniker. You were gorgeous..absolute perfection if he’d ever seen it. In the same breath though, he considered you as nothing more than an object. His toy and plaything to mold and shape in his image…in more ways than one…
“You take my dick so well…god, I love being inside of you. How am I supposed to let anyone else have this pussy when it’s so conformed to my shape? It’s made for me..”
powerful words he’d hiss into your ear whilst he hovered over your frame, taking full dominion over your center. Your sticky, sweat and otherwise stained skin smacking against each other. You’d take those deep, unrelenting strokes as much as you’d could but to no avail..that thick cock stretching you open but still not wanting to give way. As some semblance of comfort, you’d grasp and claw at the crisp white sheets, chewing into the pillow but much like the other pieces of normalcy in your life, he’d rip that away and forcefully tug you back by your wrists. Maneuvering you to his own accord..a fate you were used to. Forced to glare up at your own pathetic reflection in the mirror..a fucked out face marked with smeared makeup and saliva from both your own mouth and him filling it up with spit of his own. Claw marks from him, fish hooking his fingers into your jaw and your expensive dress ripped to shreds. That done the courtesy of the client that you had just seen prior to him bursting in the room and claiming you for his own. All but running the man out by gun point. It couldn’t be helped really..especially when he saw you strutting about in that bright red ensemble, rubbing on his chest and kissing the ugly fuck..he couldn’t take it! Hence why you were being marked and bred until he was satisfied. Make no mistake, it wasn’t the actions of a brutal tyrant. It was because he was so hopelessly in love in you! Having already filled you with two loads..that twitching cunt that couldn’t stop orgasming for him, already housing so much but willing to take so much more. As long as it pleases him, as long as it made him happy, as long as it kept feeling so fucking good..
“You’re mine, I’ll make certain that it’s implanted in your cute, empty head. Even if it takes me all night. Even if I have to put a baby in that pretty belly of yours.”
you’d forever remain his pretty little plaything. His precious doll face.
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The Smiths.
notes: chrollo is yandere, although the fic is lighthearted. the biggest warning is the fact that chrollo looks like he'd listen to the smiths /j, another bigger warning is that reader is an avid the smiths hater. im not tho, all for fun. female reader.
“Daydreaming again, I see?”
It would be a lie to say that Chrollo’s voice isn’t at the slightest bit pleasant to hear. It’s soft and smooth, but accompanied with a confident low timbre that you think might be the source of it’s charm.
You often wish you both don’t share a language to speak over, so whatever he speaks would be foreign yet pleasant gibberish in your ears. And maybe you’d be able to close your eyes and sleep. You’d be able to treat him as the background noise of some radio host talking about something as mundane as today’s newest dramas.
You don’t find the need to chase the impossible ideal this time. One doesn’t need to be a linguist expert in order to know no malice or warning is present in his voice, though one might need a bachelor’s degree and over four decades of experience in psychology to know he truly means nothing behind his calm demeanor.
You sign yourself to a fate you’re unsure of, and though it’s foolish, there’s nothing you can do anyway. You’re stuck with him, in a moving four-wheeled compartment, that’s also stuck in traffic.
“The music’s good.” Is all you say, and he hums in understanding.
Silence falls over the two of you again.
You almost brought back the colorful reverie you were in before he decided to interject, until he reached for his phone to change the music. Oh, bluetooth, the convenient technology you are. His phone is located on the right of his steering wheel, far away from your reach. If he had reached for the audio system you would’ve been (maybe) able to slap his hand away.
“Hm, I’d rather you pay attention to me.” The lilt in his voice is unmistakable. And you almost gag, was that an attempt in flirting? Blegh.
“I’ll just stare at the cars,” Headlights and astigmatism can make a good duo, you remind yourself.
Chrollo hums again, You can almost laugh, so being stuck in your own daydreams and practically doing nothing is unacceptable, but staring at cars is alright?
You stare at a car, observing the way the light that emits from it’s headlights become blurry in your sights, they almost take shape of stars in your opinion.
So you set your sights on a particularly small black car in front of you, must be a Toyota or Avanza or something. You can’t tell, it’s got four wheels and headlights, so it’s a car. You could care less about what it is. That is why you weren’t all so interested when Chrollo took you a look into his….Rolls… Rolls what? Oh, right, Rolls Royce. It’s a fancy one, you can tell. He was exuding quite an air of importance when he was leading you towards the high-end vehicle located in the restaurant’s parking lot, there were some on-lookers around that spot that expressed interest at the car. It means something when even people of the middle-upper class are showing interest.
Whatever ego that had probably swelled within Chrollo must’ve popped like a balloon, or so you hope, because you did nothing more than give him a thumbs up before letting yourself in the passenger’s seat. You also didn’t miss the way he was preparing to tell you about the car’s compartments and specialties that made it cost years of labor. Ah, you’re certain he didn’t gain this vehicle from labor, though.
Fancy car or not, everyone’s equally stuck in this traffic.
Fancy car or not, doesn’t determine that the song played inside the compartment is free from your judgment or not.
“What song is this? You ask, although you know the answer. You somehow need an assurance that he is lucid.
“Please, please, please, by The Smiths.” He says, pleasant with his song of choice.
What an ironic song and artist of choice.
It’s harder to hide in a cackle than a scowl, you’d almost forgotten. Any voice you let out threatens to come out as sharp laughter and any breathe you intake threatens to become a wheeze. You could hardly contain yourself.
“Oh…” Is all you say before pausing, afraid anything else you will say will turn into a rowdy session of laughter. Unsure if you should speak further or not. But the inquisitive look he offers you somehow serves as a push rather than something that usually wants you to further seal your lips shut in fear you would say the wrong thing and earn his silent ire. It’s far, far harder to hide a cackle than a scowl, but months of training yourself to hide certain expressions whenever Chrollo is around has paid off. “What about Frank Sinatra?”
Chrollo smiles. Is he delighted that you find interest in one of his favorite artists? Though he’s never said it outloud, every long night drive has its silence filled with at least one Frank Sinatra song.
“Would you rather I change the song, dear?” He offers. And you would say yes, but this is one of the rare, rare moments where you are given the opportunity to take a jab at him. Although it’s nothing as deadly as anything a leader of the Phantom Troupe has faced, you won’t kill him or even hurt him for very long. But you are willing to do anything, at this point.
You feign the most pleasant voice you can muster, “Hm… That’s not really what I meant. I just didn’t think you’d listen to The Smiths.”
He lets out a small laugh, “Really? I have always listened to older songs around you, I suppose. I wouldn't say I like it… Hm, but it’s an interesting band.”
So he does like it!
“Why do you think so?” You inquire further before adding, “Do you like this song a lot?”
“Are you intending to interview me, (Name)?” Chrollo cocks his eyebrow, but it is only meant to tease you.
“Must’ve picked it up from someone.” A relentless pursuit, you press on further, “Okay though, but answer my question.”
Silence falls over him, as if he were in his own state of thinking so deeply, but you know it’s mainly a pretense. Whatever he wishes to say after, you know it must’ve been something he had thought of before. In any other situation, this silence often serves as to let a dreadful situation simmer in your mind. But this time… Ah, you’re quite unsure.
Chrollo finally speaks, “I’ll answer you of course.” The smile he gives you is anything but nice when you are very much aware of the condemnation those same lips bring you, “On the condition you’d kiss me after.”
“Okay.” To his surprise, you agreed rather quickly. If that’s the sacrifice you need to make, then so be it. A kiss to soothe his soon-to-be sour, scorned face!
He is satisfied, you can tell. He puts his elbow against the steering wheel, resting his face against his palm. “I don’t know why you’re suddenly interested, whatever designs you have in your head… Hm, I’ll know of it soon.”
No one fucking asked damn. You internally deadpanned, impatience is gnawing at your throat. He reminds you of how you’d write your essays when you have to reach a certain minimum word count by relentlessly dragging around a topic and beating around a bush so much that you end up writing a novel rather than an assignment. Ah… To make him anything alike to you doesn’t sound very right. Whatever, you digress.
Chrollo finally, finally starts. And you’re excited, elated, jovial- ah every synonym of the word happiness comes into mind. You can put any thesaurus at shame by now. “I remember the first time we met, you called me something of a hopeless romantic. At that time, I had only laughed because I found the sentiment rather off. Such nonsense. Me? An idealist of love? Love has always been a tool for me. You could only dream.”
You cut to the chase,“Mhm, although you’ve found a contradiction because you actually enjoy those sappy songs right? Okay, what’s next?”
“You know me very well (You smile, excited). But that's not all (you frown, deflated).” Sweet, saccharine drips off of his voice. “I’ve never paid attention to such things, not for myself at least. I don’t ‘relate’ to those kinds of songs. But ever since I met you, it felt as if the world had shifted for me.”
He doesn’t stop, and for once you are glad he isn't, “My world has shifted and taken a hole in itself, one that has been carved into the shape of you.”
It is interesting how he is able to muse so freely about you, in front of you. Where is the shame and decorum?
“And I do quite like this song, in all honesty.” His gaze meets yours, and grey eyes bore into your soul. “It really does remind me of the one I love so dearly.”
Please, please, please, let me get what I want… Those lyrics loop in your head over and over again. You should be sick with the abundance of affection he has for you that makes you seethe. And you would claw at the leather seats, avert your gaze, and try to block him out as much as you can. But tonight, you feel fucking amazing.
You can barely handle it.
“Dude, come on,” Your voice is off by an octave and you swear you can burst. Chrollo on the other hand finds satisfaction melting off of his face over the term being used to refer to him, outright calling him a bastard or a monster might be better. You make it a mental note to call him ‘dude’ more. “The Smiths is for losers.”
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“Pardon?’
“The Smiths is for losers.” You repeat yourself before adding, “It’s for guys who can’t get any, for guys who waddle in sadness for something they can’t get, guys who are always up their own ass. Condescending guys who are secretly insecure, manipulative guys, guys who play guitar and get sad then do weed…” You are kind enough to give a long-winded further explanation. Chrollo does not share the same sentiment.
Chrollo’s countenance seems unchanging at first, but it is not a waste, for you saw a split second of confusion, then something of offense written on his face before it smoothes out into the uncannily still expression he always wears. His lips open, then close, as if he’s mulling over an answer.
“Are you insinuating I am that type of person, dearest?’
"I mean if the shoe fits...? Well, what do you think?"
He sighs like it’s obvious, “That you made the wrong accusation over baseless data.”
“I’m not accusing you of anything!” You hold your hands up in mock defense, “Just telling you something everyone kind of agrees on. Things don’t have to be written in numbers or books… Sometimes it’s just a consensus. Everyone and their mom agrees on it."
You are relentless tonight, so you continue again though Chrollo prompts nothing from your newfound talkative nature tonight, something you’re sure he would actually love in a different situation.
“These are the kind of guys girls avoid you know? People call it something of a warning. Like, ‘avoid guys who listen to The Smiths’. I don’t mean to generalize or anything, but guys who listen to songs like that don’t end up to be very well in the head. And I also don’t mean to believe rumors but… Well…” You cough awkwardly, but it’s meant to deliver an unspoken message you know will only further test his ire. But you think you have had enough fun for tonight, you don’t wish to turn the night sour for you after all.
…Or so you thought.
“So I’m just trying to say that you should treat me a little better, you know what I mean? I’m putting up with a lot” Everything you say here are meant to be a 50% insult, 30% jab, and 20% jokes. But the last thing you said, you can’t lie and say that you hope he’d take further thought on that. You yearn to hopefully be able to get out of the hotel room that serves as your grandiose cage more, and when you do, you aren’t being watched by an unknown amount of eyes that you know trail on to you by the shadows. That is all you wish for, really. That is to say, you can only wonder what his standards are for ‘treating you better’.
Ah, the smile he has on his face is different from before. This one is a sign that your fun is coming to a quick halt.
“So that’s what you’re getting at? Resourceful little minx you are.”
Why is he sounding so delighted over your insults, is he a masochist? Is he stupid? It’s your turn to cock your eyebrow.
“Have you enticed me in this long-winded conversation simply because you wanted to be treated a little better? And the way you had agreed so quickly to that kiss… " He puts a hand to his chest, a mockery of an apology. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to be so blind to your need for affection. You've gone through lengths to communicate your need, I'm very grateful."
You let out a humorless laugh, “Pardon?” He is just truly-! Argh, whatever! “Did you not hear anything else I said?” You make sure to enunciate your words properly, afraid he might have some sort of hearing problems, well he does and you’re certain it has a name. What was it again? Oh right, an unfortunate combination of delusion and selective hearing…
“I know you tend to turn a little childish when you can’t get what you want. That’s not a quality many men like either. So, be a little kinder to me, won’t you?”
“Women don’t usually like mass murderers either. Anyone in their right mind, actually.”
He hums, “That orange container of pills by your nightstand says otherwise. Not the best defense, try again?”
“You'd have some too, you just don't have any because you don't go to therapy."
“Hm, keeping up that attitude won’t make me kiss you any sooner.”
“Then I’ll gladly keep this attitude!”
Unfortunately you don’t. You’re angry enough to have the energy to spew a million insults at lightspeed against him, but too angry to form a coherent thought that you’re certain would give him a decent jab. And to be frank, you’re rather spent. When you (reluctantly) asked Chrollo what time it was, thankfully he gave you a proper response. A quick tap of his phone showed that it was two and a half hours above your usual bedtime. The clothes you have aren’t the most comfortable either, while it’s not short they certainly expose areas where the wind would have too much fun dancing over.
Traffic is clearing as you can see the hotel you are both staying in come into view. You relax at the sight. You can almost feel the warm bath you will be soaking yourself in, what scent will you choose tonight? Rosemary, lavender… Ah, you can smell them already. You prompt to close your eyes for a moment of rest, but you find yourself sleeping on the rest of the way back.
You feel fingers combing your locks stirring you awake, they’re Chrollo’s, obviously. Although you are half conscious, you recognize that scent of sandalwood and amber anywhere, as much as you’re ashamed to admit it.
“Do you want me to carry you?” Chrollo asks, and you murmur something in between a noise of annoyance and a ‘no’. He chuckles at this sight. “Alright then.”
He gives a soft peck on your lips, it’s warm. You almost lean in when the warmth of his lips leave yours, this half-conscious state gives him a moment of your vulnerability he has set his eyes on, the one he relentlessly pursues after so much. But you know that even when he has a grasp at your vulnerability, it won’t stop him from digging for more. Greedy, ruthless man that he is, he will never stop.
“You are absolutely precious, you know that? Even if your mouth tends to run without care” Is that condescension or admiration in his voice? Pity, you can’t tell in the state you are in. You’re drunk from the lack of sleep and the future victory you have in mind.
“Before I answer that…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, Chrollo merrily leans in closer to hear you. Your lips ghost by the shell of his ear…
…
“Name five songs from The Smiths. Are you like an actual fan or is it just FOMO?”
He just sighs.
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Hello!! I absolutely love all your Chrollo works, and I had a lil thought that I cannot help myself from requesting, 🫶🫶
Chrollo with a s/o who just walks around the house in only her panties and a t-shirt (let’s be real, it’s most likely his)
Chrollo with S/o who walks around in underwear and his t-shirt
Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer
Type: Mainly Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!Reader
mueheheh I wasn't sure how far you wanted me to go with this so I kept it on the milder side >_< also it's another short one...lol..
Warnings: suggestive
before moving in with you Chrollo didn't know about your lounging habits
so when he comes home after a long day to see you in nothing but his oversized t-shirt and some underwear? oh boy does it get him going
he'll wrap his arms around your waist and plant kisses on the crook of your neck
"i think that shirt looks better on you than it does me, darling"
he likes sliding his hands underneath the shirt to feel you up (which may or may not have led to something else ;) )
Chrollo is a thigh man and I will stand by that to my grave so seeing you in minimal clothing like this is one of his favorite things
he started casually leaving some of his old shirts around just for you to take them
after he gets used to this he'd greet you with a kiss and a slap on the ass when you walk by
he likes to sit on the couch with you in his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other hand caressing your thigh
he likes planting sweet kisses on your face while holding you like this
there's just something so endearing about you wearing his clothes
he probably pinches your legs occasionally to see you jump or to get on your nerves
since you're comfortable walking around bottomless around the house Chrollo eventually starts walking around shirtless
is it comfortable to him? yes, but is he also trying to get a reaction out of you? absolutely
even if you don't comment on it he knows exactly what he's doing to you ;))
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𖤐 — nsfw, drugs, alcohol, dubious consent (both r high), idk might not be coherent i’m a lil high ngl
I feel like Chrollo’s the type to get really overly horny while he’s high, like one second you’ll be snorting lines with him, and next you’re on your back with his hard dick pressed against your pussy. He doesn’t get high often (his job doesn’t exactly let him do fuck all whenever he wants), but when he does he goes all out, not only for himself— but for you as well. He personally likes coke above all, but whatever you want he’ll get it— marijuana, pills, LSD, whatever you want, name it, and he’ll get it. He’ll have a bottle of wine and a shot of liquor waiting for you to wash down your Xanax or smoke. Snorting back-to-back lines it’s no wonder Chrollo’s as hard as a rock when he rubs against your slowly dampening cunt, and you’re just as high as he is, movements slowing, mind numb, and just as needy. He dives down to kiss you, liquor seeping through his spit, the kiss is porn worthy, all teeth, spit, and tongue clashing dangerously hard. He’s pulling at your bottoms with such vigor and speed it has you gasping into his mouth, and then you’re grabbing at his belt buckle, nimble fingers thumbing to get his pants down. You both meet in the middle with Chrollo thrusting into you, he finds himself groaning into your ear as you moan into his. He loves having sex with you already, but being high while doing it? That’s a whole different feeling for him. He loves it and doesn’t think he’ll be giving it up anytime soon.
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rough sex with chrollo? he snaps after months of rejecting and avoiding him
Yes
Warnings: Noncon, rough sex, yandere, forced imprisonment, hair pulling, degradation
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It was right after uvogin died and the troupe was in shambles months after he had taken and imprisoned you
He gets home and just try’s to hug you at first but when you keep pushing him away he snaps
He grabs you by the hair and throws you on the ground telling you all about how nice he was, letting you do what you want, letting you get away with all the attitude and how it wouldn’t be sliding anymore
He grabs you by the hair again and pulls you into the bedroom still talking about how you had so many chances to live him all the way there
When he gets there he throws you on the bed and just rips all you cloths off so he can tie your hand and feet to the bed frame
He gives you a long talk before he actually gets on top of you and unbuckles his belt to take his cock out
He’s gonna prep you and talk you through the whole thing but it won’t make it hurt any less because he’s still forcing himself on you like your nothing and he can do whatever he wants
When you try to wiggle away from him he goes crazy and just starts fucking you, gripping you hip with one hand while the other is wrapped around your neck as a constant reminder who’s the boss in this scenario
When he’s done you gonna have bruised thighs, a sore throat, dry eyes from all the crying and visible bruises all about your body but the worst will be the shame that lingers from being taken by someone you hate
He’ll just leave you there tied to the bed with no blankets on while he goes to clean himself and then goes to sleep in his room with you still there
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chrollo is the type of dude to get heart eyes at dressing you up in the most expensive of jewellery & the finest of clothing
also the type of dude to see you wake up with horribly messy hair, tired eyes with bags under them, and even a little bit of drool in the corner of your mouth and just go ravenous.
bonus points if ur wearing one of his button up white shirts
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Chrollo with a darling whose native language he doesn’t understand is such an… interesting concept… I know that mf would eventually start studying grammar textbooks as a side gig just to annoy you with his eventual development in understanding… but honestly if it was me in that situation I would simply start basing my whole vocab in some OLD ass slang with the thickest campagna accent just to annoy that mf to death
You think you're being sly with cussing him out and insulting him in your native language, but one random day he replies, "How sweet of you, dear," in your native language with a smile and you just short-circuit. The most you get as a reaction to your speechlessness is a laugh.
Chrollo makes it a habit to scold you in your mother tongue whenever you're being disagreeable, and sometimes even goes as far as to flirt with you in the language as well. He jokes that it's a way for you both to get closer but you aren't having it. When you start using extremely old slang that doesn't exist in dictionaries with an accent he can't quite understand - because it's grandparent level old and from the streets - he just sighs and shakes his head. You may think you've won but he'll learn all that as well soon
#if he starts doing poetry just put vinegar in his water#that should make him choose his words wisely#chrollo brainrot
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my bestest boy❤️
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The Final Show
Chrollo Lucilfer x Female Reader
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╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
As his hand moved in a direction only his mind could comprehend so did she, the feeling of pure bliss and endless fulfillment dangling in between the pair. But that was only from his point of view.
Chrollo wasn’t much the type to ask questions he believed he already knew the answers to. Chrollo knew you loved him and what he could make you feel, you couldn’t deny it not even if you wanted to. The late night walks, the long conversations about anything you could both think of bringing you two closer. He truly saw you and you felt seen.
He gave you hope.
He was the only one to give you anything in life really and he used that to his advantage. He would get the best seats in the house each time. The balcony view to the left in the concert hall. He enjoyed the feeling it brought to his soul or maybe it wasn’t his soul at all maybe it was something more. Nonetheless it was a powerful feeling, the kind of feeling like no other. The kind of feeling you get when you suddenly look up at the sky above you and see birds flying in large groups, thinking where they might be going in such a rush. Wondering what the breeze feels like for them up there and then your mind suddenly takes a turn and leads you down a path unimaginable. Those kinds of feelings of curiosity of what tomorrow and the next day after that could bring.
Anyone looking out at the scene would mistake that Chrollo was all alone in that room, just a man who’s in his own world playing pretend of his favorite conductor from an orchestra he once saw. He didn’t mind the whispers and the odd looks he would get as long as he had you he was fine to be who he truly wanted to be. He loved you very much, more than you would ever be able to comprehend.
He smiles as his mind travels back to the days where you were by his side visiting the same orchestras. Memories of you whispering in his ear just before the show would start about how much you loved everything, the lights the drama the storytelling, how it was music to your ears. How you wished you could learn to play the cello and be down there on stage shining as bright as you wanted. Shining as bright as he knew you could. And each time he listened to you earnestly thinking sometimes of how he could make your dreams come true.
And in the end he did.
The music is wrapping up now and the lights are dimming. Everything fades away and goes black, just like you. Chrollo is alone in the abyss he created himself.
Never leaving, forever there with just you.
-🐈⬛
It’s the first fanfic I’ve written in over 5 years hope you liked it.
#chrollo lucilfer#hxh#Chrollo#x reader#yandere#yandere chrollo#hunter x hunter#chrollo brainrot#chrollo x reader
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The Spider & The Hound
a Chrollo x Hunter!FemReader Fic?
♰(Summary)☼
Takes place before the York New heist, where Chrollo is currently undercover in a nearby town. He has been acting the role of a civilian, priest that the town had gotten so obsessed with after their late priest had passed due to natural causes. Believing that Christopher Lucil is a saint at least that’s what the hidden leader calls himself. You had started opening the case of the Phantom Troupe backup. Due to new inspiration from your star pupil, Kurapika’s vengeful story. Now a Hound is on the limbs of the spider starting with its Head….
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Chapter 1 (Part I)
P.S., This is just a sudden idea I had popped into my mind. I might make chapter 1 since I already have more ideas for it. I barely see any badass readers with Chrollo. ♡ ︎
#hunter x hunter#hxh#hxh chrollo#chrollo x you#chrollo x reader#chrollo x y/n#chrollo smut#chrollo brainrot#chrollo lucilfer#chrollo hunter x hunter#phantom troupe#chrollo headcanons#chrollo lucifer x reader#chrollo lucifer#priestchrollo#phantom troupe x reader#machi komacine#phinks#phinks magcub#uvogin#kurapika#kurapika kurta#leorio#gon freecss#killua zoldyck#hisoka#feitan#shalnark#shizuku murasaki#pakunoda
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Recent chrollo thoughts?
you make his world more vibrant, whereas he desaturates yours.
the realization hits him one morning with the impact of a collapsing star. chrollo's humming to himself — the tune coming from a song you've replayed to death — reflecting on the day's itinerary. a trip to the pier, an aquarium, then a waterfront restaurant. he can already guess the outfit you'll pick from the wardrobe he provided you with. it'll be something comfortable. sneakers and a cardigan, since all the walking will warm you up too much for a coat.
you'll find the coastline's wind irritating, he muses. your preferred hair ties are ready and waiting in his jacket's pocket for the inevitable complaints. maybe you'll gawk over a pigeon, or some equally unimpressive urban wildlife. unlike him, your footsteps aren't silent enough to go undetected. that won't stop you from trying. he can envision the disappointment on your face when whatever catches your interest scurries off.
as you sulk at the loss, you're likely to blame him for the development.
"look what you did. your vibes are so awful it scared the poor fella off," or, potentially: "it couldn't stand to be near you a second longer. can't say i blame it."
at some point, he'll try holding your hand. your nose will scrunch up and you'll look at him with thinly veiled revulsion. he'll smile, as he always does, asking what's wrong like you could respond honestly with others in earshot. you'll deflate and capitulate eventually, digging your nails into his skin for some semblance of vengeance.
at the aquarium, you'll point to the ugliest aquatic animal, proudly declaring its resemblance to him. he'll fight back a laugh. if you're feeling particularly daring, you might ask him to stick his hand in a tank with venomous inhabitants. his immune system is advanced to the point that it wouldn't harm him, but you don't need to know that.
when evening brings its cooler temperatures, you'll act like you aren't cold, despite visibly shivering. he'll offer you his coat and you'll tell him you'd sooner experience hypothermia than accept it. he'll take a longer route to the restaurant to see how true this claim is. once you're inside, you'll walk to your chair swiftly, preventing him from pulling it out for you. he'll already know what you want to order before you glance at the menu. when the waiter comes, you'll send a nervous glance his way, uncertain if speaking to the stranger is a good idea or not. this subconscious acknowledgment of his power over you will give him a thrill.
chrollo lives through a day that hasn't happened yet. you sit at the epicenter, connected by infinite possibilities he can't wait to experience firsthand.
creaking floorboards interrupt his daydreaming.
you're awake, he notes, as incapable of sneaking up on him as ever.
only you could make the mundane extraordinary to a man like him.
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Day One of the Diner Two Month Challenge- Chrollo Lucifer NSFW sneak peak
~Full Version on Patreon 🖤~
#hxh chrollo#chrollo lucifer#chrollo smut#chrollo hunter x hunter#chrollo brainrot#chrollo fanart#non sfw#art challenge#drawing challenge
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Idgaf what anyone says, Chrollo is a cutie.
I LOVE HIM SM HELP AHSBDBDHHDBSSBSBSBDBD I LOVE HIM AAAAAAAHHH HES SO GORGEOUS OMFG I AAAAAAAHJDJDJDNDEJJEBD
MY CUTIE PIE ILYSM IM CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP
I'm not even joking when I say I want to hug him like my fucking life depends on it..
I feel so bad for him istg I love him ahhshshsbsbsb HELP HES SO UGHH OMFG I LOVE HIM IM GONNA CRY 😔😔😔😔😔 MY CUTIE PATOOTIE POOKIE BEAR I LOVE HIM WITH MY LIFE IM SOBBING UGHHHH OMFG WJEJJWBSBSBSBSBSSJWJ
😭😭😭
#chrollo brainrot#chrollo lucilfer#hxh#hxh chrollo#chrollo is literally my pookie bear istg#my bbg <3#literally the loml
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HSBSJVASHGS i keep thinking abt chrollo and im in pain bc no one likes hxh anymore and if they do they dont fw chrollo :(
#i need chrollo content STAT#im abt to write it myself tbh#chrollo brainrot#idfk how to tag#someone teach me
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— ‘Eyes Without a Face.’
; “When I’m far from home, don’t call me on the phone to tell me you’re all alone— It’s easy to deceive, it’s easy to tease; But hard to get release….”
“Eyes without a face; Got no human grace— You’re eyes without a face.”
( — BILLY IDOL )
#hunter x hunter#hxh fanart#hxh#the phantom troupe#kurapika#kurapika kurta#kurapika hxh#hxh chrollo#chrollo lucilfer#chrollo hxh#chrollo brainrot#Spotify
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