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Dead End Pt 3

A/N: I didn't think that I would be expanding on this anymore, but I got a few requests to, so here you go. :) (really quickly edited, sorry for any mistakes)

Synopsis: chrollo comes back for his ex-girlfriend who managed to escape his grasp. Non-canon. No spoilers.

Warnings: implied violence, implied murder, yandere, obsession, manipulation, chrollo is a piece of shit, reader is at her wits end, kidnapping, forced relationship, isolation. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 4.1K

It had been nearly three days since Chrollo and I were reunited. If you can even qualify kidnapping as being reunited. Three fucking days of being stuck in a singular hotel room with nothing to do. Luckily, Chrollo spent most of his time away from me, dealing with whatever business he wiggled himself into. While he was away, he granted me the privilege of being allowed to use the television. He even went as far as to bring me some books to occupy myself from his absence.

But nothing could fill the void of emptiness that grew inside of me. The feeling only magnified when I would roll over from the soft sheets and see that there was a note on his side of the nightstand.

I’ll be back by dinner. Make sure to eat. Enjoy and behave.

Love,

Chrollo.

Love. It was a funny word to me now. I knew that this treatment was far from the act of being loved. The thought of It made the insides of my stomach knot up, clawing their way to the back of my throat. I couldn’t even fathom ever loving a man like Chrollo. I believe that in his own twisted way he does love me, but the feeling was not returned.

Everything that he did was just him attempting to prove that he had control over me. That was it .

Even when he wasn’t here, he was always trying to show the power he held over me. Even in the most subtle of ways. I was brought food once a day by room service when he was absent, knowing that this was a show of it. He knew that I wouldn’t even think about trying to escape or ask for help, because he would kill every single person in this hotel if I tried. Chrollo knew that I would never put the lives of others in danger for my own.

As much as I yearned for the freedom I had worked so hard for, I wasn’t ready to take that kind of leap. Yet .

I rolled over slightly, tossing the note onto the ground after crumpling it. I often found myself doing petty things like this. Sometimes I wouldn’t even eat the food that Chrollo sent to our room, just to piss him off. He didn’t really seem to care, but it has only been a few times. That only pissed me off more. His stupid calm expression, that tiny smile that pulled at his lips whenever I would scream at him - I hated everything about him.

The only times that I could escape him briefly were in my dreams. For those few short hours, I was at peace. I often found myself back at home. My real home. Surrounded by my friends and my family. I woke up crying, missing those small moments with my friends and family and dreading the present. I would give anything to go back to those times and re-write my future. I would have walked in the other direction as soon as I saw that raven haired monster, his real self concealed by a gentleman act.

It would be a lie if I said I didn’t enjoy the beginning of our relationship. Chrollo showered me with affection and anything that I have ever desired. He made me feel safe, and protected. He brought security into my life when I had none. And he tore it all away from me all the same.

There wasn’t much to do in here and I had gotten bored of reading and watching the TV after a few hours.

I would kill to have my phone back in my possession, even only for a moment. I had managed to make a very few select friends during my time away from Chrollo. With my sudden and unexplained absence - they were probably worried about me, because I told them nothing about my past. It was better to say nothing than to try and explain the situation. It would only put them at risk. It would be nice to at least tell them that I was okay and not to worry.

I sighed, checking the time on the analogue alarm clock next to me.

4:35PM

It was only a matter of time before Chrollo came back and I hadn’t even moved a muscle, nor did I really want to. My body was weighed down heavily with mental fatigue. My bones felt like they were filled with lead, making me want to stay curled up in bed all day. I knew that I was starting to feel depressed, but I didn’t want to admit it. My thoughts needed to be clear if I ever wanted to escape.

Just as my thoughts had predicted, I heard the front door opening and closing soon after.

I shifted over in the direction of the sound, pulling the blankets down slightly as I watched Chrollo step inside. He was still wearing his suit and bandana, but he was carrying some bags alongside him. His eyes met mine for a moment before shifting towards the table in the corner.

I moved my gaze away from him, flipping over and facing the wall instead.

“You haven’t touched any of the food I’ve ordered for you.” He hummed in thought. “Why is that?”

“No appetite.” I grumbled back, not really wanting to talk to him. I curled up further into the soft blankets, caccooning myself from his stare.

“You need to eat, darling. Would you prefer I order you something else? I know that-” I cut him off before he could finish what he was saying. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard and I couldn’t handle it anymore.

“I’m not fucking hungry. That’s usually what happens when you’re trapped in a fucking room with no human interaction for days.” I gritted, pushing myself up from my laying down position.

Chrollo watched me from the end of the bed, his expression stoic and unnerving. His hands were still holding on the white bags that had tissue paper sticking out of it. His eyes were scanning over me, calculating his next moves carefully.

“I see.” He said. “You’ll be happy to know that I have made plans for us tonight, so you won’t be trapped in this fucking room for much longer.” Chrollo shifted slightly, moving towards me as he placed the bag onto the edge of the bed.

I glanced down at it. I could tell just by looking at the bag that whatever was inside of it was expensive and well beyond anything that I could ever dream to afford. This isn’t a surprise to me, as Chrollo often bought things that were way out of what I would ever think of purchasing for myself. I stopped asking why by the third time he spoiled me with a purse or piece of clothing that costed three times my rent.

I wouldn’t lie, it did feel nice at first.

“What plans?” I asked, genuinely curious at his proposition.

“I booked us a reservation at the restaurant downstairs. You’ll feel much better after you eat.” His lips pulled into a small smile that never reached his eyes.

Ignoring his last sentence, which clearly wasn’t true in the slightest, I adjusted myself against the headboard. “What if I don’t want to go?”

Chrollo’s head tilted ever so slightly, like he was challenging my words silently. “You were just complaining about being stuck in this room, and now that you have the opportunity to go out, you don’t want to?”

I clenched my teeth at him. “That wasn’t what I meant and you know that.”

Chrollo pushed the bag towards me slowly. “No matter. We’re going. Tonight is a special night.”

I gave him a quizzical look, my brows pulling together as I watched him go towards the sofa. He pulled up his dress pants slightly before he sat down, adjusting himself accordingly.

Before I could ask what he meant by that, he was speaking up again. “Your clothes are in the bag. We don’t have much time.” He didn’t even glance up from his book that was now opened, instead he focused on the contents that looked to be in some different language.

I found myself grabbing the bag and storming off towards the bathroom, grumbling to myself and slamming the door shut. I made sure that the door was locked before showering and doing everything that I needed to do. I put on a little bit of makeup and fixed my hair, which took me longer than I would’ve liked since I hadn’t done it in awhile. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had gotten all dressed up.

My hands reached out for the bag, pulling out the tissue paper and dropping it onto the counter. I pulled out the dress, my eyes taking in every detail as I scoffed. It was beautiful. Of course it was fucking beautiful. I slipped on the smooth satin dress, looping my arms through the thin spaghetti straps.

The fabric was incredibly soft, hugging the sides of my torso before flaring out slightly by my hips. There was a slit traveling half way up my left thigh, showing off my legs. If I moved too quickly I surely would flash somebody. The material left very little to the imagination as it hugged my figure tightly.

“Bastard.” I hissed.

I pushed open the bathroom door, walking back over to where Chrollo sat. He must’ve heard my soft footsteps on the carpet because he finally looked up from his book. His eyes met mine for a moment before he slowly scanned over my body. I heard the soft snap of his book closing before he pushed himself off the couch.

Something other than lack of interest crossed his features for once, his eyes narrowing on my body as he took a step forward.

“I knew this would look great on you.” He reached out for my hand, bringing it up to his lips before placing a soft kiss on my pale skin. “You look stunning.”

I pulled my hand away, not too fast, but quick enough to let him know that I didn’t want him touching me.

“Thank you.” I looked away from his unrelenting stare, instead focusing on the ground.

“We’re leaving now, I don’t want to be late.” Chrollo stepped closer to me again, his arm wrapping around my waist as he guided me towards the front door.

I followed him closely, the rough material of his suit brushing up against my arms. His arm was tucked into the crook of my waist, pulling me along slowly. I carefully balanced on my feet, scared that I would fall on these ridiculously tall heels. Whether Chrollo picked these out because he thought they were nice, or because I wouldn’t be able to run in them - I had no idea.

“I want you to behave tonight. No running. No screaming. No asking for help.” Chrollo broke the silence that floated in the air as we descended in the elevator.

I rested my ass against the railing, giving my feet a small break from standing straight. I fiddled with my nails, choosing to ignore his words. Did he really think that I’d try running away from him while surrounded by hundreds of innocents? Obviously not. He was smarter than that. He wanted me to know that I couldn’t do anything. That I would have to be on my best behavior tonight for the safety of others.

“You’ve been good lately, let’s keep it that way.” His tone was firm and warning, his body turning slightly towards me.

I held back a snarky remark at his words, reminding myself that this was not the time.

“You don’t have to remind me.” I said, pushing myself off the rail as the doors opened.

“Good girl.” He cooed, his arm finding my waist once again.

We slowly made our way through the lobby, which was almost empty at this time. There were a few people hovering around the front desk, more than likely checking into their rooms. Another group of people occupied the couches near the front doors. I noticed a woman resting against the back of the couch, holding onto her child, rocking back and forth while cooing softly in his ear. She smiled as she swayed, kissing the top of his head. She must’ve felt me staring as we passed because she looked up for a moment. Her soft eyes found mine and she smiled, which I returned before glancing back forward.

I moved my eyes up to glance at Chrollo’s expression, which hadn’t changed. His eyes were directed forward while his lips smiled slightly. I didn’t want him thinking that I was trying to signal for help, which I clearly wasn’t.

We approached the entrance for the restaurant, it was located in the far left side of the lobby, near the sliding front doors. The lighting was dim, which was a complete difference between the brightness of the lobby. It took my eyes a few moments to adjust as we stepped inside, blinking my eyes rapidly to see better in the sudden darkness.

I felt Chrollo’s hand drop from my waist as he approached the podium, leaning over and whispering something at the host. The man nodded and grabbed two menus, waiting for us to follow suit.

My legs moved before my brain had time to process, planting myself back at Chrollo’s side as we made our way to our table. The restaurant wasn’t overly busy, but most of the patrons never glanced up from their tables as we crossed paths. I teetered on my heels slightly as Chrollo pulled out the small chair for me, his lips cracked with a genuine smile.

The host passed us both menus before letting us know that our waiter would be with us soon.

I perched myself awkwardly on the chair, not wanting to accidentally ride my dress up further than it already had. The ambience of the restaurant was perfect and I felt very out of place by being here. Luckily it was pretty dim in here, and nobody would be able to tell just how uncomfortable I looked from where we sat.

Shifting my butt against the chair, I looked up at Chrollo, who was staring at me. He looked like he was admiring me, in his own sick way, but I couldn’t be sure.

“It’s a shame that you haven’t been out in such a long time, darling. Someone as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to be living the way you were.” Chrollo mused, opening his menu and flipping through the pages casually.

My mouth parted slightly at his condescending words, feeling them sting at my heart slightly. He’s kidding, right? He is the reason I had to jump from place to place, living at the bare minimum for months on end. My face attempted to mask the irritability that etched across it.

“It’s funny that you would say that, Chrollo.” I started, pushing myself closer to the table. “If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve been just fine.” I opened up my menu, distracting myself with the options of overpriced dishes.

I heard Chrollo sigh slightly, his eyes moved away from his menu and back up to mine as soon as the last sentence left my lips. I could tell that he was irritated just by the slightest shift in his eyes, but he easily masked the annoyance with another grin.

“On the contrary darling, I’ve provided you with everything that you could ever want.” Chrollo grinned more, his annoyance hidden within his dark eyes. I could feel a small linger of hurt in his aura, but it was miniscule. Almost as if he was pricked by a small pin, causing nothing more than a pinch.

He went to continue, only to be stopped by our waiter approaching our table. He smiled warmly at the two of us before speaking up, “Can I get you guys started with anything to drink?”

Chrollo ordered a bottle of some fancy red that I wasn’t particularly interested in drinking, but it would help me get through his company. He also decided that he would order for both of us, more than enough appetizers and entrees for two people. His menu snapped closed and I felt mine disappear from my grip. Snapping out of my daze, Chrollo was smiling softly at me as the waiter disappeared towards the back with a thanks.

“What if I didn’t want the steak?” I asked, deadpanned.

Chrollo placed the small napkin across his lap and smiled. “You love steak.”

“Maybe I don’t anymore.” I replied, childishly.

“Don’t be so stubborn and ruin a special evening, darling.” There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

My eyes locked onto his and furrowed my brows. “You said that earlier. Why is tonight special?”

Chrollo hummed, not giving me an answer. This annoyed me. There could be any explanation on why tonight was so special , and not knowing made me anxious. I remember him briefly mentioning that Feitan was in the city and helping him, but he said nothing more. I tried my best to avoid knowing about his business with the Troupe, mostly because I didn’t want to be involved in the sick things that they did.

I pulled myself closer to the table and leaned down closer to him. “Chrollo.”

“Feitan and I finished our work here, so tomorrow we can go back home. I know you’ve been feeling isolated lately.” He smiled up at me, but I could tell that he wasn’t giving me the full truth.

There was that hint of glimmer in his eyes that I had recognized months ago, that look of pleasure that only crossed his face in very few circumstances, and most of them were from unspeakable things. This was the second time that I had noticed it since our reunion. The first was in my apartment, when he caged me in. He knew that I had nowhere to go, and then there it was, that sick twisted expression morphing in place to mock me. My body clammed up at the thought and my mind started to reel.

“That’s it?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as I tried to extract the missing information. “You know that I don’t want to go back there with you, I have my own home now.” Repeating myself for the hundredth time.

“Oh yes, there's something else I forgot to mention.” Chrollo hummed. I watched as he turned slightly, pulling out a small box from the inside of his jacket pocket. “I picked this up earlier for you.” He carefully placed the box onto the table top in front of me.

I glanced down at it, unsure of what to make of it. Cautiously, I reached for it, holding onto the small box between my shaky fingers. I stared at it for a few moments, debating on if I really did want to know what was inside.

“Go on.” Chrollo edged, that same shit eating grin on his face.

My lungs expanded as I breathed in deeply, pulling at the ribbon on the top of the box. The wrapping paper fell apart in my hands and I pulled open the box, closing my eyes for a moment. Light flooded back into my vision as my eyes dropped to the contents of the box.

A phone?

I looked back up to Chrollo in confusion. “It’s a phone? Why?” It was the same phone I had previously, but looked slightly different. I knew this was too good to be true and didn’t make much sense.

“It’s the same one you had before, but this one is newer.” Chrollo explained softly, his voice lined with a small bit of amusement.

I clicked open the phone, scanning through it quickly. Everything looked normal. Maybe he was being generous? My gut instincts told me otherwise, he would never be kind without some hidden motives behind his actions. I scrolled through, clicking on every app that was there in search of some hidden deception.

“I managed to back up a few of your photos from your previous phone.” Chrollo and I made eye contact for a brief moment, noticing that he was smiling genuinely this time, I found my fingers navigating towards the camera roll. “I know how attached you are to your personal memories.”

My jack slacked open as the app loaded up, revealing immediately new pictures that I did not recognize. My vision swam as my eyes tried to focus on the series of photos that appeared on that tiny screen that I held in my trembling fingers. The curiosity I felt moments ago replaced itself with utter disgust and fear as soon as I saw the pictures of the mutilated bodies.

The phone slipped from my grip and my hand covered my mouth before a sound could escape.

My… Friends. He…Killed them all. I shook my head, hand still over my lips as I leaned back against the chair. Tears stung at my eyes, my head swam with fear, making it hard to see straight.

“What’s wrong, darling? You don’t like your present?” Chrollo cooed. “Maybe next time you should be more grateful for everything I’ve done for you, hm?” He taunted, making me squeak and shake my head faster.

This is all my fault. He killed them because of me. Every single precaution that I took for them was in vain. I kept them sheltered, hidden from the truth, but it proved to be fruitless. Chrollo inevitably found them and killed them, because he could. This was his payback for me running away. My short lived escape dug me into an even deeper hole than I could have ever imagined.

I choked back a sob, glancing around the restaurant. No one knew what was happening here, they were all too busy enjoying their food or deep into their conversations - while I sat, crying, shaking, furious. This is why Feitan was in town. His torture methods. He helped Chrollo. I gritted my teeth together so hard that I thought they’d shatter.

“You- you- you fucking monster.” I hissed, my red eyes meeting his gaze.

My fists clenched beneath the table, chest rising and falling in anger. “You fucking-”

“My apologies for the wait.” The waiter interrupted me before I could spew out a slurry of curses at Chrollo.

He set down the wine glasses, filling them up with the red liquid. I gagged slightly and tore my eyes away from the crimson liquid that looked a little bit too much like blood right now. My face flushed and I looked anywhere but at Chrollo, fearing that I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.

“Your food should be out soon, is there anything else I can get you both?” I refused to look up at the nice man, knowing that my expression would certainly have him concerned for my well being.

“No, that should be good for now, thank you.” Chrollo nodded, smiling cheerfully.

I remained glued to my seat, fighting the urge to run away, knowing that it would probably do no good. But I couldn’t fight off the strong desires my brain sent to my nerves to flee and never return.

“Aren’t you going to have any wine? It might calm your nerves.” He spoke, his voice hidden with a small sense of faux concern.

Tears flowed down my face as I looked back up at him. “You are a disgusting human, if you even qualify as human.” I seethed, teeth gritted together. “You’re sick in the head if you think I’ll ever be with yo-”

“Enough.” Chrollo snapped, hushing my next words as he brought the glass of wine up to his lips. “You don’t want to make a scene, it would be a shame to have to kill an entire restaurant, but I’m not against it.” He warned, placing the glass down.

My mouth hung open. “I’m also not opposed to killing a mother and an infant.” He continued, referring to the couple that I had smiled at in the lobby.

A soft gasp left my lips and more tears of hate blurred my vision. I felt my entire body begin to tremble again, whether it was from the hate boiling up in my stomach or fear, I had no idea.

“Now, be a good girl for me and let’s not spoil the rest of this evening.” My eyes once again met his. His hair loosely framed his dark eyes which seemed to read into my mind.

There was no escaping him.

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pfpanimes · 2 years

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⌕ hunter x hunter - chrollo lucilfer.

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ostricx · 4 months

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New series: Die for Me

It's a translation of a fic of mine in portuguese, since it was really praised, I decided that would be my first work in English.

Since it's not ordinary x readers fics on my language, I feel more comfortable starting with an OC.

Summary: A goddes among man, above everyone and everything, Isanami Zaoldyeck will fulfill her role, making everything change.

Warnings: incest, +18, cannon HxH violence, extreme violence, love triangle, reverse harem, god delusion, smut. Really mean OC, powerful woman. AFAB OC.

Pairs: Illumi x OC, Chrollo x OC, Hisoka x OC.

Prologue

Dominance can't be taught, it's born with you. Illumi always knew how inferior he was, his sister was something else, something he couldn't understand and decifre. A being so above his humanly form that makes him doubt his own need for existence.

Izanami Zaoldyeck always saw herself as a goddess, above all man, above all laws, above every and anything, she created they all. Everything belongs to her, everything owns her. Illumi, even though he tried to deny, to pretend, he knew he was her shadow, but how could he protest front such a being? Everyone has a place in this universe, he has he's own.

Didn't bother to knock, her doors would always be open to him, her dearest brother. Cautiously, walked inside, passing what looked like the gates of hell. What awaited him was something close to it, no one could deny.

Izanami has always been eccentric, but the years made her almost inhumane. He saw his other half hanging on a curtain, fragile and old, visibly corrupted by moths, as always. But her majesty never trumbled, even with the head down its hairstyle remained impeccable, its black strands remained so static that it would be possible to doubt its gravity. Shimmered as if a supernatural glow envelope her aura. Dressed as a variation of the ancient geisha, her dress left part of her thigh exposed. A light emanated from her body. She would seem irresistible to anyone, however Illumi looked at her disgusted.

The goddes felt when he arrived, but never glared behind her book, kept reading as if she was alone. Would not give the pleasure of her voice. The only thing that mattered was finishing her matinal equilibrium exercise.

Maybe the orange light made her even more gorgeous, so much that Izanami lost herself through the beauty of her reflection on the mirror below. She knew what her brother wanted, but would never make it easier for him. He would defy her authority, so he would need to do it all by himself.

Izanami, can you get down? - The question sounded more like an inquisition, but she's a goddes, she must do nothing. Only to provoke, she turned her head into his direction, with a sadistic smile adorning her face. The scarlet shimmered in her eyes.

- Shitei-san, to what do I owe the honor of your visit, as rare as it is eccentric? - Sweet and melodious, that was her voice. Like a mermaid who gives a sailor his last night of love.

She remained static, not for a second was she unbalanced. Even though she was hanging by her foot.

- You know what. - Illumi blamed his twin's arrogance on the pampering she received from her family, mainly from Maha. Maybe if she was treated like he was, she would be less arrogant. Less eccentric. All he saw in her was rotness. - You will refuse the mission.

With hatred in his veins, he jumped to the ground, landing deftly on his right foot. She calmly adjusted her beautiful tartar blue dress. Firm and resounding steps took her to Illumi; without even touching the back of her head, her locks came loose, causing her hair to fall gracefully to the floor, outlining her body. While her expression was pure disgust. - You know, Illumi, I'm not afraid of threats, but you, my dear brother, should be scared for trying to threat Izanami.

Illumi brought his face closer to his sister's, with an unfocused gaze and a trembling voice, he gave his final word.

- Touch Killua and that will be the last thing you touch. Shitei-chan. - Hatred was clear at every syllable. He would never let Killua get away from him.

- All I can do is wish you good luck, brother, because it's for sure you will need.

#hunter x hunter #hunter x reader #chrollo x reader #Chrollo x oc #illumi x reader #Illumi x oc #oc #smut #hisoka x reader #hisoka x illumi #Hisoka x oc #violence

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starlitheaven · 2 years

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I WANNA BE YOURS — KURORO LUCILFER

anon: Congratulations on 1k followers! For the summer mix tape can I have chrollo + I wanna be yours from Arctic monkeys, nsfw too!

note. kuroro’s name isn’t mentioned here because he gave the reader a fake name! not edited. for the 1k follower event.

tags. fem!reader, slight religious comparisons, oral (f.receiving)

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the scent of his cologne fills you. it’s dark and elegant, just like him. similarly to him, it leaves you wanting more and you’re not sure if you can even handle it. it’s not often that you’re unsure about something.

his hands slowly rove over the satin of your dress, and his palms are more calloused than you thought. his lips are ghosting the line of your throat so you tilt your head back, silently begging him to keep going. still, you can’t help but think how the roughness of his hands doesn’t make sense for a man of his upbringing. just like that headband he always wears, saying he’s merely hiding a childhood injury. nothing about him makes sense, yet here you are.

he claims to have lived an opulent lifestyle just as you have from a family across the world. he was raised in wealth and has all the makings of a high-born man with a passion for classic art and antiques. everything someone like you would want.

you’re knowledgeable and polished from a well known family who became enamored with the mysterious new curator to one of your family’s several museums. his charm is what initially drew you in and his intelligence is what made you stay. throughout the months you’ve listened to his thoughts on history, politics, art, philosophy, psychology, and anything that can come to mind. his melodic voice instantly put you at ease. not to mention that he’s so very handsome.

his loose inky black hair makes him look somewhat boyish and it contrasts with his dark eyes. they’re cunning—as if he’s anticipating your every move and you can’t help but find that attractive. then there’s those cheekbones and that jaw.

it’s been difficult trying to figure him out in these few months and even now with his lips sucking marks on your collarbone you’re still not confident that he likes you like that.

he hums against your skin and you shiver when his fingertips trace your shoulders. his featherlight touch is driving you insane. but then he dips his index fingers underneath the thin strap of your dress. “may I?” he asks with a sly grin. like he knows there’s no way you’ll say no.

and he’s right. you nod, watching him as he teasingly pulls the straps down. and down, down below your ribcage until your tits spring free. your nipples immediately harden in the cool night air and he’s quick to rub his thumbs over the nubs as if too sooth you.

“you’re divine.” he murmurs, before leaning down to place a tender kiss at the center of your chest. your hands brace themselves over his shoulders as he begins to pepper more kisses over the newly bared skin, giving little nips here and there. “and so sensitive, sweet lambkin. one would think you’ve never been touched like this.”

if you thought about denying this, it flies out the window as you gasp when he kneads at your chest. your cheeks are burning in shame—how can he talk so casually while he’s face deep in your chest like this?

“oh—“ you mewl when the flat of his tongue suddenly goes over your hardened nipple. the stimulation makes heat pool instantly in your gut and he takes your sudden grasp of his jacket as signal to keep going, leaving wet open mouth kisses before taking the soft flesh into his mouth with a hard suck. “mmm, ohhh. don’t stop, don’t stop. please, oh fuck.”

he hums in response as he continues to suckle on you, seeming to enjoy your reactions. without thinking, your fingers rake into his dark locks and you gently pull him closer towards you. since you’re not experienced in intimacy, you’re unaware of just how lost he’s become in you. how aroused he is pleasing you and being the first to witness you unravel. perhaps it’s the rush of power to have you reduced to a blushing and whimpering mess when all he’s done is suck on your tits.

after a life of greed and living for himself, he’s never wanted to give so badly. he suckles on you like a babe, alternating between one and the other until the sensitive flesh is tender and raw. he teasingly blows cool air onto the wet skin and revels in your sweet whimper. this is definitely new territory for you and he’s privy to it all.

your legs are trembling so he settles his hands over your waist to keep you steady. it’s then that he realizes that you’re the real treasure. he thinks this must be what gods felt when consuming ambrosia. this is his salvation, right here, taking you apart. the rarest gem. when he when he pulls back from your wet tit, he gazes up at you. your eyes are glazed with lust and you’re lightly panting. no longer the composed woman the world knows you as. undone and greedy for pleasure. looking to him to give it to you.

celestial beauty. goddess.

mesmerized, he sinks to his knees. before the altar he gives his his offering, pulling the rest of your dress down until it sinks to the ground. he loosens his tie at the sight of your cunt. presented just for him. you’re glistening, even between your thighs which only strokes his ego. he guides you against the wall so you can rest comfortably as he enjoys his feast. the soft flesh between his face makes him groan and he selfishly nips and sucks on your inner thighs until bruises form. intimate marks of tonight, that won’t go away soon. he can only imagine how you’d react seeing them for the next week. especially after this job is done.

he’s leaking in his slacks and pays no mind to it, focusing all on you and showing you just how sinful a body can be. all of your previous hesitation is gone and you’ve become the little devil he’s always known to be. loud in your pleasure and feeding him with that nectar he didn’t know he needed. he’s filthy with it too, making sure his chin is soaked with your juices as long as you pulse around his tongue.

it’s fucking delicious and he sucks it all up. your legs tremble and like the gentleman he’s pretended to be, he catches you in his arms and takes you to the large bed. cleans you up, takes off his shirt and allows you to wrap yourself around him as if you two will wake up together.

that’s not the plan.

the key to the locked door beneath the manor was pocketed the moment he stepped into your bedroom. security was tight, but not enough to give him trouble. especially not with phinks and franklin with him. but charming his way into your life and gaining your trust with his fake persona was a lot more fun. he’s heard stories of you—the wealthy heiress who doesn’t let anyone in. who is well mannered and brilliant, but keeps people at a distance.

kuroro saw a challenge and decided to play. he always wins, he thinks as he brushes some hair away from your face. you’re relaxed in sleep, unaware of him sneaking off and unaware of the fact that the entirety of the priceless items beneath your mansion will be gone by morning.

he’s not even out of yorknew until he’s aching for you again. it seems he won’t be fully gone.

#once again i['m posting while drinking so sorry if this is weird #kuroro lucifer #chrollo x oc #chrollo x reader #chrollo x you #chrollo x y/n #chrollo smut #chrollo lucilfer

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keiriiz · 3 months

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I’ve been wanting to work more on my Phantom Troupe fanfic but I feel I can’t post it to here without posting my OC’s information! Here is the Body himself, Kastiel.

His canon aligned Hunterpedia:

The fanfic will be named SPIDERS and is a prequel to the current Hunter x Hunter storyline with the first arc focusing on the Kurta Massacre. And of course a slow burn for the main pair KuroKast.

Art credits: Biyue_85 and _jininn

#hxh oc #phantom troupe #hxh fanart #chrollo #hunter x hunter oc #hunterxhunter #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x oc #shalnark #hunterpedia #fanfic #fan character #kurta #genei ryodan #oc x canon #kastiel

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cosmonavo · 3 months

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Koala Átropos 2

(Yeah, her name is it) Previously, some time ago, someone sent me a question about my OC, and I felt tempted to write this because, well, she has a story that I find particularly amusing. And yes, the majority of my oc's have anyway relation with Chrollo, (it's more strong than me) Compilation of informations

Koala (yes, the marsupial), unlike the others, has its own separate story, but still maintains a connection with Chrollo, just like the other characters. If you're not familiar with them yet, you can learn a bit about them in another post, here.

Koala doesn't have a predetermined story leading to where she is, nor does she have a desire to gloriously register her existence in the world. Instead, Koala seeks to learn about human interactions and what it means to be human in practice.

She appeared in the desert of the Yorbiano continent, naked and without objectives. This is how she conveniently met Chrollo Lucilfer, who happened to be driving in the same area. Even after years, Chrollo never managed to understand what was going on in the mind of this spectral woman, and she didn't make much effort to explain about her wisdom and lack of life experience to him. Koala claims she was cast down to Earth by the gods as a form of punishment, and now she roams the world as a disciple of fate, collecting fragments of her memories. Chrollo, on the other hand, simply nodded and didn't question further.

Koala always appears in work uniforms, ranging from cleaning uniforms to fast-food attire. Chrollo discovered that searching specifically in these places is the easiest way to track her down when he needs her skills. Once, Chrollo asked her why she always wore pizzaria and cashier uniforms, and the dialogue went something like:

"Do you know you can buy your own clothes, right? Or steal, if you prefer."

"Weird, they always give these to me for free, I just need to ask for a job."

To begin with, Koala doesn't have defined Nen abilities. Koala is a calamity, and like all calamities, she originated from the dark continent. Her abilities allow her to foresee how people will die, and she is also capable of weaving the thread of death, meaning she is responsible for causing people's deaths (used in a more metaphorical and philosophical sense). She is aware of the impact this has and refrains from using this ancient power bestowed upon her. In general, she remains a spectator, letting things happen according to the flow of destiny. In moments of mercy, she finishes the job, relieving humans from the agony of death. Within the possibilities granted by this power, she is also restricted from dying, or in other words, she can only die when she cuts the thread of her own life.

Chrollo attempted to steal these abilities because he believed they were too useful for his personal cause, but he realized the attempt wasn't worth the risk. Chrollo mentioned hearing something similar in a book about the Moirai of destiny, he vaguely said. After witnessing these abilities, he began to wonder if the woman had truly descended from the heavens to fulfill her said punishment (or he just finally crazy).

Koala fascinates Chrollo in a way that borders on obsession. He doesn't pursue her, but he feels naturally drawn to her. He questions whether this is some kind of witchcraft from the woman that keeps him as a prisoner, or if his admiration is the purest devotion to the divine.

Koala lacks much sense of humor or discernment for sarcasm. When she attempts to be rude, it's very evident and direct. She struggles to express how she truly feels, not because she feels very little or nothing, but simply because she lacks the experience of putting it into words, so she opts for silence. She is also very tactile, touching things, even the most dangerous, is always an option. She often pokes people and things she encounters along the way.

Koala doesn't have any traumas, at least none she considers. She holds no strong grudges and prefers things to have a neutral scale, something beyond "black and white." The problem with her interpretation of things is that she doesn't see the impact that events can have on different people other than herself. For example, she considers herself a friend of a killer but talks to the person who suffered the loss caused by this killer (Chrollo and Kurapika references).

Koala is not a good communicator, but her silence makes her a good listener. She can listen to someone complaining endlessly about how hard their life is or how boring the night shift is, and stare at the speaker with her round koala eyes, waiting to add small phrases at key moments. These are her favorite types of dialogue; she loves hearing others talk but hates being the speaker.

Koala is the representation of one of the three Moirai of Greek mythology, being Atropos, the one who cuts the thread of life, and also the oldest of the three Moirai. Because of this, she has a lesser appreciation for her surroundings, knowing that when things reach her, it means they are near the end.

Koala has two younger sisters, both of them being the other two weavers of the wheel of fortune.

She has a somewhat melancholic life ideology because of this. It doesn't mean that she is necessarily a sad or dissatisfied person with her own existence; rather, she is someone who knows that bad things will happen and are inevitable. She sees evil and witnesses the end of things, how they are prone to wither inevitably, and yet manages to live with the looming darkness surrounding her like a heavy blanket

Under no circumstances would Koala form a romantic pair with Lucilfer, even though the man is somewhat devoted to her. If they were in a relationship, it would be something like:

Chrollo / Koala

(lol, sorry)

Jokes aside, Chrollo sees her with curious eyes, intrigued to search for answers in her puzzle. Initially, he simply enjoyed having someone to tell him crazy stories about gods and creatures capable of foreseeing people's futures with a stern and serious expression on her face. However, over time, he independently developed an interest in the subject and the woman in question, who captivated his ears with stories that could transport children to the land of dreams and make adults cry with emotion.

He appreciates the duality of their beings, walking in opposite poles yet bearing a striking resemblance, creatures seeking redefinition through their actions and doctrines.

At the same time, he knows so little about her that it's challenging to clearly discern any of her intentions, he don't know if she lie or not, this kill him for inside. Thus, he seeks answers and tries to get closer to the abyss.

In a yandere scenario, Chrollo would be the one saying, 'We were specially molded for each other,' while Koala looks at him with her dumb koala eyes, like, 'Bitch, what's your problem?'

(However, if the occasion is opportune, reproducing the scenario wouldn't be difficult).

(curiously: Coala is part of "Cornerstone," a creation of my own.)

i got a little carried away

#oc #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter oc #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #chrollo x oc #hxh x oc

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paypay0315 · 2 years

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chrollo is the type to make you think he doesn’t know anything about sex but completely ruins you when y’all sleep together.

#chrollo smut #chrollo hcs #chrollo imagine #chrollo icons #chrollo x you #chrollo x oc #chrollo headcanons #chrollo hunter x hunter

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kurorosbetrothed · 2 years

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𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓯𝓮𝓻

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞.

𝟥. 𝖳𝗜𝖱𝖤𝖣

⧏♱⧐

“Tell me, how can I save him?” a woman inquired with a melancholic tone. The woman was on the ground and was on both her knees begging the person who stood in front of her with an expression of solemnity. “I'll do anything you say, all I beg of you is to help me.” The woman spoke once more.

The individual who stood in front of her stepped closer to her and crouched down to look at the woman's face.

“I sincerely apologize, but there is nothing more I can do to help you. Furthermore, it would be better if you accepted the loss of your son.” The person advised. Slowly the woman looked up and met the eyes of the individual with whom she had pleaded for help. The woman’s eyes were swollen and it was apparent that she was in denial. “Nothing?” She asked as her lips quivered.

The person shook their head in response to her question and began to stand back up. The woman’s only son had passed away due to mysterious circumstances. Whatever these mysterious circumstances were, they were certainly not natural. It was the individual's task to discover the details regarding the woman's son's death.

Turning their back to the woman, the person began to walk away leaving the woman to mourn her only son's passing in silence.

...

“Ma’am!” A man yelled while placing his hand on his chest, inhaling heavily.

“What is it Leonardo, and what is the need for you to tire yourself by running all th-“

“Ma’am this is a very urgent matter and I’ll require you to pay attention to me.” The man cut in.

As he finished his sentence, you glowered at him for not letting you finish off what you were about to ask.

Dismissing what had just taken place, you stood up from your chair behind your desk and walked towards the exhausted Leonardo.

“Tell me, Leo, what is it? It isn’t often you get stressed like this.” You asked him with a look of suspicion.

After being able to properly breathe he looked at you with an expression of worry and explained

“Ma’am, the job that we were given that involved the woman whose son had passed away due to some circumstances-”

“The circumstances that we already unraveled and figured out. What is your point of bringing up a case that we took care of ages ago, Leonardo?”

You questioned him while folding your arms.

“Miss.... we were deceived, the confirmation we found of the woman's child passing naturally due to heart disease was not true, the child had been drugged which caused his heart to develop a disease.”

He explained with an expression of gloom.

A few moments passed by in silence while both you and Leonardo kept standing in front of each other.

“Leo... make sure to finish the pile of documents on my desk.” You ordered whilst striding past him.

Stopping by the door you warned him “Don’t you dare follow me and complete the responsibility I’ve given you.”

After advising him you slammed the door shut and turned your back, proceeding to leave the headquarters where your office was located.

...

It was near midnight, you hadn't realized how late it had gotten but it didn't matter now.

As you strolled through the city of Yorknew, you had only one objective.. which was to apprehend Mrs. Roger.

The woman whose child had passed due to natural heart disease and the woman who was a former associate of the boss.

She was trusted by the boss and many others who belonged to the organization.

But once she had given birth to a child she wished to live a normal life with her child. The boss had agreed however, it was only if she accepted one condition.

That condition was that once the child was old enough, he would enter the world of criminals.

In short, the child would join the organization, and the woman foolishly enough.. agreed. You did not understand why she had agreed.

Wouldn't it have been better if she remained as an associate of the boss while letting someone else take care of her child?

That way she and her child would be protected and she would be able to remain with her child as well.

But now, the child had died, and coincidentally the reason was heart disease. Though it was somewhat true, the reason was not simple.

You didn't want to believe it but what happened to the child was deliberate.

Though Leonardo only told you that the child was drugged, you figured out the rest of what had taken place.

Thinking about it made your blood boil, after all only someone heartless can have the will to kill their child.

But then again, what more could be expected of sinners?

Continuing to walk through the city you fastened your pace and before you knew it you had arrived at the door of your boss’s former associate's home.

It was a house situated near the outskirts of the city.

Standing in front of the door you placed your hand on the doorknob, deciding if it was best to knock and act normal or.. get this over with quickly.

You were one to get things done hurriedly and sometimes carelessly as well but this time you mulled over what to do.

It wasn't often you were concerned about your actions so this was rather unusual. Taking off your hand from the doorknob your knuckles hovered over the door.

You had no idea why you were hesitating to finish off such a simple task.

Since when did I start having second thoughts?

What was the reason for you being reluctant? After all, this had nothing to do with you. Your job was to solve this issue and that was it.

Nothing came after that. Your knuckles remained to hover over the door as you started to become frustrated with yourself.

I must be tired again, maybe that's why I'm not thinking straight.

This exhaustion was becoming a major problem for you.

Your subordinates always offered to take the burden of working off your shoulders and it was difficult to dismiss their offer when they offered it to you with such genuine concern.

Perhaps you could let them take care of this. Now that you thought about it they were more capable than you could ever be.

You laughed internally at the thought. Maybe it was only because of your strength that you were recognized.

It wasn't impossible... in fact, it was likely true. The only thing you were good at was using your nen.

After all, you were the strongest and most skilled nen user in the organization.

You were known for your strength and it was one of the reasons people didn't dare do something in front of you that they would sooner or later regret.

You couldn't blame them, you were always in a terrible mood anyway.

Turning away from the door you chose to let your subordinates take care of the matter.

Leonardo had presumably completed the task you gave him so you would have no written work left for the day.

That meant you could go home.

You smiled with contentment as you walked toward the city once again.

Compared to before you were in a better mood and felt joy as you were finally able to go home.

Even though you still had to make preparations for the next mission, you supposed you could set that aside for now.

When your subordinates finish taking care of the woman your boss would let you off the hook for a little while.

Well... perhaps he would but oh well you were free for now. There were fewer crowds tonight so it worked out in your favor.

As you walked on the sidewalk a shop on your left caught your eye. It was a small book store.

You originally planned to go home but maybe you could take a little detour.

You weren't interested much in books but it would be a lie if you said that you didn't read books from time to time.

There was a small signboard that hung on the door which was labeled as ‘Bookshop’.

You had free time so why not have a look. As you entered a bell chimed. The inside space wasn't nearly as small as you had deduced from the outside.

Nevertheless, it looked like a regular bookstore.

There were small bookshelves that were placed against the wall on your left side and a few tables that were in the right corner of the bookshop.

Other insignificant ornaments decorated the store. There was no person you could see in the store so you thought the store was meant to be closed.

It didn't matter if it was though, even if you were to find a book you wanted to read you could always return it.

There was no trouble in that so you stepped towards one of the bookshelves in the back.

There were several bookshelves in the back which were lined up in a row so you had plenty of books to choose from.

A shelf of poetry-filled books grabbed your interest. Poetry was rather underrated but you preferred them over other genres of books.

Even though you knew not much about poetry you found it fascinating.

As you brought your hand out towards one of the books another hand unexpectedly appeared in your vision.

“Ah, apologies, did you wish to have that book?” The voice the hand belonged to questioned.

At the sudden voice, you got startled and realized that you had your guard down this whole time.

Another foolish mistake..

“No, it's alright you may have the book if you desire so.”

You replied as you looked up at the person right beside you whose hand reached out to the same book you were about to pick up a second ago.

You noticed he was injured as a few scars were littering his face and they hadn't been treated yet.

He wore a black button-up shirt with a black overcoat, his hair gelled back with a few strands resting on his forehead.

But the most striking feature of his was his forehead tattoo. As soon as you gazed at him your eyes moved straight up to his tattoo.

His lips held a small smile as he expressed his gratitude. “Thank you, I'm grateful for your kindness, love.”

You didn't know why but you had a feeling that you needed to distance yourself from this man immediately.

You dismissed the feeling knowing fully well that you could easily kill this man if he tried something sketchy.

“No need to thank me, I could always pick another book anyway.” You told him with a nonchalant look on your face.

You were about to turn away from him when you comprehended the words he had just said.

Did this man just call me ‘love’?

You looked at him with disbelief. As he noticed your gaze he appeared confused as if asking if there was something wrong.

You wanted to ask him why he called you that but you assumed he was probably a man who was experienced with women and did such things often.

There were many people like that and he was likely just another individual who acted as such.

Feigning ignorance you rushed to leave the store.

There were already more than enough troublesome events that had taken place today and you didn't want to deal with any more of them.

It would've been best if you had gone straight home but it was whatever now.

...

As you reached home you took a shower and ate some leftovers. You were currently resting in the comfort of your bed.

An hour ago you were dying from exhaustion and now you felt like you could duel with more than a hundred hunters.

You planned to rest for the night but your thoughts wouldn't let you.

As you thought about trivial matters, the man you met at the bookstore suddenly crossed your mind.

He was powerful and was undoubtedly a nen user but what surprised you the most was how you didn't notice his presence.

It was when his hand reached for the same book as yours did you notice his presence.

It troubled you but you didn't dwell on it too much since some nen users are very skilled in hiding their presence.

Though he was indeed powerful you could finish him off if you wanted to but there was no reason to, for now.

He had been injured and his wounds were fresh meaning he had fought someone before he appeared beside you.

The man was quite handsome but you had met many more handsome men than him.

However, the man was the most subtle and decent-looking man you had ever seen.

If he did not have that tattoo you would've believed him to be the most ordinary man you'd have ever laid your eyes on.

He seemed calm and stoic and his smile was what drew you in. You'd bet that any woman would be ready to listen to anything he says.

Perhaps if you were a normal person you'd be like that as well but in this life, you can't trust anyone no matter how much they mean to you.

As your train of thoughts continued your eyes slowly began to close, falling into a deep slumber.

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