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The Point of No Return - Part 6/???, Diavolo x MC x Lucifer

Read Parts 1-5 here!

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“You needn’t worry about her, Lucifer.” Diavolo insisted, “MC will always be safe while she is in my company.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucifer nodded.

Although that wasn’t actually what he was concerned about.

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Satisfied with Lucifer’s response, Diavolo nodded before smiling once again.

“Well if that concludes our conversation, I’ll go and seek out MC if she’s free.” He stated, walking toward the door.

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. Instead, he frowned as he watched Diavolo leave the room. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, he muttered to himself as he turned back around toward his desk.

Worry filled his mind as he stared at his workload. The only thing that seemed capable of making Lucifer relax was MC and he could feel her slipping into the grasps of Diavolo.

As he took a seat behind his desk, Lucifer’s eyes fell on the blanket on the armchair that MC had been tucked under only mere hours ago. He wondered whether he should have stayed with her rather than go to his own room.

But just as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it soon vanished again. Shaking his head, Lucifer’s focus returned to his work as he rid himself of such pathetic thoughts.

How could it be that he’d grown so protective over MC?

Meanwhile, striding down the hallways, Diavolo had a cheery grin on his face as he made his way through the house. As he approached the stair case, his large hand gripped the bannister before ascending them.

Making his way toward MC’s bedroom, he could hear her voice as he neared it. And as he appeared in the doorway, happiness filled him when his eyes fell on the human.

Sat on her bed with Asmodeus, he and MC were gossiping to each other when they noticed the colossal prince nearby. MC was busy telling the demon all about her day at the palace when Asmodeus quickly shushed her; perhaps not very subtly.

Turning around from her seat on the bed, MC raised her eyebrows after seeing Diavolo stood behind her.

“My Lord.” She breathed, “is everything okay?”

Asmodeus watched the pair of them eagerly. As soon as Diavolo had arrived that morning, he sprinted to MC’s room to tell her. Ever since finding out the human had been invited to the Prince’s palace alone, Asmodeus has been very keen to find out what was going on.

“Yes, there’s no need to look so sheepish.” Diavolo chuckled, entering the room. “I came to see how Lucifer was getting on.”

“Ah!” MC nodded with an awkward smile.

Diavolo had never come to her room alone before and with Asmo close by grinning like the Cheshire Cat, MC was lost for words.

“I expect you’re wondering why I’ve come to see you.” Diavolo chuckled, as though he could read MC’s mind, “I know we agreed for you to arrive at the palace this afternoon but I thought perhaps now that I’m here, you’d like to come with me now? Providing you’re not already occupied of course.”

He had a smile on his face as he made his offer to MC. She reciprocated the expression, surprised by him.

“Of course, my Lord.” She nodded.

“Excellent.” He grinned, “I’ll be waiting in the entranceway.”

The room was silent as Diavolo left. It wasn’t until his footsteps could no longer be heard that Asmo grabbed MC by the shoulders and turned her around.

“Right you can’t beat around the bush any longer, MC!” He insisted, “Why does Diavolo keep inviting you to the palace alone?!”

MC laughed at how enthusiastic he was and desperate to find out the truth.

“He likes to watch me play.” She admitted quietly.

“Play with what? His dick?” Asmo furrowed his eyebrows.

“No!” MC playfully shoved him on the shoulder, “it’s nothing like that, As. He found out from Lucifer that I play the piano and asked me if I’d perform at his jubilee. He invites me over to the palace so that I can practice.”

“Since when do you play an instrument?” He scrunched his face.

“Since when did you start asking me so many questions?” MC laughed as she got up.

Walking across the room, she grabbed her bag from a nearby chair while Asmo remained strewn across her bed.

“I’ll see you later.” She spoke as she hovered in the doorway.

“Let me know if he plays with your keys, won’t you?” Asmo asked with a sly grin on his face.

Rolling her eyes, MC walked away from the door. “It’s not like that!” She repeated from within the hallway.

Once she reached the staircase, her eyes fell on Diavolo who was stood at the bottom. He had his arms folded as he stared at one of the portraits on the wall; observing the demon within it.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, my Lord.” MC apologised as she quickly descended the steps.

Hearing her voice caused him to swiftly turn on his heel.

“Nonsense!” He beamed.

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As the pair entered the palace, MC prepared herself to walk in the direction of the room with the piano in. Beginning to take off her jacket, Diavolo quickly stopped her.

“Here.” He spoke, assisting her with the sleeve.

MC blushed at his gesture, unable to believe the fact that Prince was the one helping her. “Is Barbatos not here?” She asked sheepishly as he walked toward the cloakroom to discard her outerwear.

“I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” Diavolo chuckled.

Returning to MC’s side, he smiled warmly at her; causing the human to feel even more nervous than before.

“Now MC, I have a confession for you.” He started, immediately worrying her.

“Is everything okay, my Lord?” She questioned quickly.

“Yes, there’s no need to panic.” He assured before pausing.

Diavolo had a content look on his face as he momentarily just focused on MC.

“Then what might be wrong?” She asked quietly.

“As much as I adore your talents I was wondering if today you’d like to take a break from playing for me.” He pondered, “tell me, MC, do you like flowers?”

“Flowers?” She questioned completely baffled, with a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Yes!” Diavolo grinned, amused by her confusion, “I’ve just had Barbatos touch up the palace gardens and wondered if you’d like to see them?”

MC’s heart completely eased having just thought Diavolo was going to drop a bombshell on her. She couldn’t help but smile at the goofy grin on the Prince’s face as he anticipated her answer.

Her skin grew warm as she met eyes with Diavolo.

“You worried me, my Lord.” She chuckled, “but yes, I’d love to see the gardens.”

“Excellent!” He beamed, “follow me.”

Walking through the palace, MC remained a few steps behind as she followed Diavolo. Her eyes never left him as she pondered over what was happening.

Surely the Prince should have other matters that need attending to rather than showing one of the exchange students around the gardens? Do Simeon, Solomon and Luke also get the same treatment?

Nevertheless, MC couldn’t help herself as she realised she enjoyed being in Diavolo’s company. And the thought that he didn’t only want her in the palace to play the piano for him made her heart flutter. She was beginning to see a much more genuine side to him and she looked forward to discovering more about the Prince.

“Here we are.” He spoke as they approached a colossal, golden framed door covered in windows. Turning the handle, Diavolo opened it and gestured for MC to pass.

“Thank you.” She breathed as she stepped outside.

She’d never seen the palace gardens before and it was everything she’d imagined and more. Diavolo could see the amazement in her eyes and felt a sense of satisfaction from it.

“Well, MC, you are my guest so please tell me: what would you like to see first?” He asked.

MC bit her lip as she thought to herself. She could already see masses of impressive topiary across the vast space in front of them. But, thinking back to the human realm, she turned her head to Diavolo.

“Do you have roses?” She asked.

“Roses?” He repeated, surprised. Usually when anybody was shown the gardens, they immediately expected to see the bush maze or vineyard, “yes, I have plenty of them.” He smiled.

Walking down the marble steps, the stones at the bottom crunched as Diavolo stepped foot on the path. Glancing over his shoulder, he held a hand out to MC as she carefully walked down behind him; trying to avoid slipping on the wet patches on each step.

As she looked up and saw Diavolo’s extended arm, her eyebrows raised.

“Not to sound rude but you look like a deer on ice.” He joked, “Allow me to help you.”

MC’s face immediately went red at Diavolo’s comment before she sheepishly lifted her hand and placed it in his large one. He gripped her gently as he steadied her body. With his support, MC made it to the stone path. The slippery steps were the least of her worries after the way she felt her heart thud at Diavolo’s contact.

“Right this way.” He guided as he let go of the human’s hand to direct her to the rose bushes.

The pair of them travelled around the side of the palace, with MC gawping at everything they passed. She’d seen gardens back in the human realm but none of them compared to Diavolo’s.

Remaining quiet as she absorbed her surroundings, MC let out a breath as they reached their destination.

“Roses: as requested.” Diavolo nodded with a grin.

MC smiled as her eyes fell on the rows and rows of various coloured flowers. They reminded her of home and how her Mother would always buy MC a bouquet every time she visited.

“They’re beautiful.” She gushed, stepping forward to appreciate them more.

Diavolo didn’t say anything as he watched MC admire her surroundings.

With his hands in his pockets, the Prince had rosey cheeks as his gaze never left the human’s wandering body.

“I’ve never seen anything like it!” MC spoke, causing him to laugh. “I wish my garden looked like this.”

Shaking his head, Diavolo chuckled to himself before his focus turned to one of the bushes that was beside him. Turning his body, he carefully pinched the stem of one of the white roses before plucking it from the rest. He made sure to pick the biggest, most beautiful one.

He slowly stepped forward to where MC was currently stood before holding out the flower to her. “Here.” He spoke, “one for you to take home seeing as you love them so much.”

MC turned her head and bit her lip. She admired the sight before her: Diavolo looking as handsome as ever with a rose between his fingers.

“Thank you, my Lord.” She smiled, accepting his gift. “You’ve been very kind to me.”

“It’s my job.” He returned the smile.

MC nodded sheepishly as her eyes fell on the rose he’d offered her. Meanwhile, Diavolo found himself staring at the human again.

Yes, he did enjoy her company. He enjoyed it very much so.

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A/N: well Diavolo certainly showed his Princey charms in this chapter! I wonder if MC will tell anybody about the rose he gave her. After all, it’s purely a professional relationship they have, right??

#obey me #obey me shall we date

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psychewithwings · 4 years

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I just read your party HCs and omg the Chrollo one 😍 anyway I was wondering if you could maybe do a one shot elaborating on that? Or just anything with Chrollo tbh I love the way you write him!

Baby you’re so sweeeeeet! Ah made my day! I would gladly elaborate....

The Fox and The Rabbit : NSFW

(duh its Chrollo)

WARNING: D/s dynamic, dirrrrrty talk, collars, public sexual acts

The party was elaborate to say the least... The crystal chandeliers illuminated the glass mansion where the party was being held.

The marble floors sparkled. You had never seen somewhere more beautiful and you felt a bit out of place. You stood in the ball room with your boyfriend, in a f/c dress. The lace rabbit mask that covered your face was tied around your head with a black satin ribbon. Chrollo Lucifer, had his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. You looked up at him, laughing softly at his fox mask, “I’m sorry,” you said giggling, “it’s just that I wouldn’t have thought you would pick woodland creatures.” Chrollo’s eyes were hidden behind his mask but you watched his lips quirk up into a playful smile. “Oh? And what’s so funny about that?” he asked the grip on your waist tightening. “I-it’s just that, I figured you’d have chosen something a bit more ferocious than a fox...” He moved you in front of him as a caterer passed carrying a tray of champagne. Chrollo’s fingers dug into your hips and he breathed his words against your neck. “The fox is ferocious, to the rabbit,” he said and nipped softly at the skin of your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat. Why was he always teasing you like this? His fingers found their way to the leather band that was wrapped around your neck. “And you’re wearing your collar, such a good girl you are...” he kissed your cheek carefully, letting his lips linger. Your knees were weak, and you could feel your panties getting wet already. You wished he’d given you more time before introducing you to the very well known “art traders” and “personal assistants” and such.

You knew virtually nothing about this party, except that it was an annual masquerade ball and that Chrollo was a... colleague, of the host. But you were discovering that this was a party for the most elite criminals, in the world. You sipped nervously at the champagne you had snagged off of a tray. You looked around to see all of the faces gazing back. It was both dazzling and unsettling to be watched through the eye holes of different faces, devils, dogs, cats, spider web like designs, and birds. You brushed your hand over your collar wondering if it was so obvious to the others. A rabbit, collared by a fox. The thought itself had you squeezing your thighs together. You downed your glass of champagne and grabbed another from a glinting silver tray.

“Pardon me, it’s just that you are so incredibly beautiful, it would have been wrong for me to not say anything.” You turned to see Chrollo eyeing you through his fox. “May I?” he asked as he reached for your hand.You nodded slowly, the lace rabbit ears bobbing. He took your hand and lead you to the dance floor. You swigged the rest of that champagne and placed the glass on the closest surface to you, before making it to the dance floor. He clasped your lace gloved hand in his. “Closer,” he said tugging you into him. He held onto you tight and slowly began to dance you around the room. “I feel like everyone is watching us,” you said noticing the wandering eyes of the different creature faces. “They probably are, you’re a beautiful dancer,” he said. As you danced around, the bubbles began to go to your head and you giggled softly in delight. Chrollo held you close against his chest and you placed your head against his breast pocket. You drew little circles on his tuxedo with your fingers. “Hey,” you said looking up at him. He glanced down at you, waiting for you to state your desire. But you didn't say anything, just bit your lip and trailed your wandering hand lower. “Be careful, are you sure you want to start this game, bunny?” You laughed deviously and then said with your most sincere tone, “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You couldn’t see him do it, but you were sure he raised an eyebrow at you. “Is that so?” You nodded assuredly then asked if you could take a break from dancing. Chrollo pulled out his pocket watch. It was 7:52pm, “dinner will be serves in 8 minutes but we can rest here.” He gestured to the chairs along the wall of the ball room.

Chrollo was about to take his seat but before, he bowed to you and took your hand. “Thank you, for the dance,” he said and he pushed down the lace of your glove and planted a soft kiss to your wrist. He then sat in the chair and pulled you onto his lap. You straddled his legs with your own. “Move,” he commanded. “Move?” you asked softly worrying that even with the music someone might over hear your conversation. He situated you on his lap to where you could easily rub against his thigh. “Don't make me say it again,” he said and placed his hands on your hips. You began to slowly grind yourself against his thigh. “That’s my good girl, I want you nice and wet for me.” You let a soft sigh escape your lips before you could hold it back. “Please Chrollo, no more, you’re embarrassing me,” you begged. But he wasn't having it, he urged your hips to keep moving. You were positive that you had soaked your panties at this point and you were annoyed that he wasn’t playing fair. But you didn't expect him to, he never did... so you wouldn’t either. You pushed back against him so now with every movement of your hips, your ass would grind against his dick, which was getting harder with every movement you made. “I love what i can do to you,” you whispered to him. He was smiling, but it was the kind of smile that warned you were in trouble. You had pushed him too far.

A tinkling of a small silver bell interrupted your game with Chrollo. Dinner was served. The guests filed out into the garden and sat at the appropriate tables with their name cards at each place setting. Chrollo moves to a seat where his current name is written, Samael. Your name card read, Lilith. He’s funny that Chrollo Lucifer and his little calling cards. You were surprised it had been so long and he hadn’t been figured out yet.

Your seats were closer to the head of the table, which meant closer to the host. He pulled out your chair and you sat down, next to a woman who had on a badger’s mask. She nodded at you politely and you gave her a quick smile. The first course was brought out, a soup with a red broth and a single bone resting in the porcelain dish. You were about to ask Chrollo if it was safe to eat, seeing as it looked like watered down blood, when he whispered in your ear. “Give me your panties.” You looked at him, wide eyed, through your rabbit face. “Go on,” he encouraged, “I thought rabbit’s liked to fuck.” You looked back to the badger woman, who looked back at you... How were you going to manage this? “Do you read?” you heard someone ask Chrollo. You knew then you would be ignored if you didn’t do as he asked. You checked again and no one seemed to be paying much attention to you. You took a spoonful of soup and then somehow managed to pull your thong below your ass without anyone seeing. It was when you were pulling them down your thighs you were caught. The woman with the badger mask cleared her throat. You were glad your dress was long enough that she couldn't see your thong around your knees and you were lucky the table itself was large enough that she couldn't see your lap. But she was still wondering what you were fiddling with and why. “My garter slipped,” you said and then spooned more broth into your mouth. You would have to wait for the right moment... It came when the wine was being poured. and you were able to slip them off and hand them over without anymore mistakes. “They’re so wet... pathetic really, I’ve barely touched you,”he whispered against your cheek. Goosebumps broke out across your skin as his hand trailed up your thigh. “Samael, I’ve not met your rabbit before have I?” said the host. His mask was green, iridescent, reminiscent of a scarabs wings. “You haven’t, but she is very special to me and I thank you for letting me bring her,” Chrollo said his reply as one of his fingers slipped inside you. “Ah-And I thank you f-for allowing me to attend this wonderful p-party,” you said trying to cover your gasp. “You will have to pardon my sweet bunny girl, I’m afraid she is terribly shy...” His fingers curled inside you expertly.

You reached for your wine glass and sipped with shaking hands. He added a second finger and the glass almost slipped from your hands.”Oh my!” you exclaimed trying your best to hold back your moan. “The wine is d-delicious,” you told the host. Trying again to best cover up your sounds of ecstasy. “My darling bunny, she’s trying her best to overcome her shyness,” Chrollo said, his fingers working faster against your walls. The waiters came to collect the first course dishes and you could feel yourself getting close. The waiter retrieved your dish, Chrollo’s finger pumping in and out of you going unnoticed. Anyone who saw would assume he was just comforting his shy girlfriend by caressing her leg. “Thank him for taking your dish,” he commanded. “Oh t-thank you!” you gasped. Although you were saying it more so to Chrollo than the waiter. Your breath hitched in your throat as a small crystal dish of sorbet was set in front of you, a pallet cleanser. You were so close, just on the edge of coming undone completely, at a dinner party, in front of all these people. “I think that Motzart’s Symphony no. 40 : Molto Allegro, is absolutely brilliant and symbolizes-” how was he having a conversation so in depth while simultaneously making you writhe around in your chair? You grabbed the sides of the chair, you couldn’t take it anymore, you were going to cum. As you tightened around his fingers that were furiously pressing into your G spot, you squealed in delight. Your orgasm washed over you like the ocean’s tide, and it pulled from your mouth words you wouldn’t be able to take back. “Holy shit, it’s so fucking good!” You said it louder than you had wanted to but you quickly picked up a spoon and shoved some sorbet into your mouth. “The sorbet! The sorbet, is so fucking good,” you added. Chrollo chuckled as he watched embarrassment take over your aura. “Look at yourself, playing the fool just so you can cum all over my fingers hmm?” he whispered to you and even though you had just cum, your thighs squeezed against his hand. “Why are you trying to close your legs? You know I’m no where near done with you yet...” You had only had soup, there were 3 more courses. How were you going to make it through dinner?

#chrollo x reader #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x y/n #hunter x hunter #adultrio #kinktober #chrollo daddy

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