contains: casual to professional, secret relationship, established relationship, nonchalant! chrollo, subtle possessiveness, idk how to tag this tbh
A/N: heol... hope you like it>-< sorry for taking so long...
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the hideout was drafty, the air smelling of dust and old concrete, but the phantom troupe was used to it. chrollo was standing a few feet away, deep in a hushed, serious conversation with shizuku about their next move in yorknew. his back was turned to the rest of you, his long coat sweeping the floor as he gestured toward a map.
meanwhile, the rest of the spiders were bored.
"this is taking too long" uvo grunted, cracked his knuckles. "i need to hit something."
"let's play a game" pakunoda suggested, leaning against a pillar with a rare, amused glint in her eyes. "put a finger down. it’ll pass the time."
you were sitting on a crate, half-listening to chrollo’s low, melodic voice and half-watching feitan and phinks argue over who had to keep watch. you raised your hand along with the others, your mind drifting.
it started out harmlessly.
"put a finger down if you’ve ever killed someone for a piece of jewelry" machi said flatly. everyone's finger went down.
"put down if you been to meteor city" feitan muttered. another finger down.
you were barely paying attention, eyes fixed on the back of chrollo’s head, admiring the way his hair fell over his collar, when hisoka’s voice cut through the air like a deck of cards.
"put a finger down..." hisoka started, his voice dripping with that signature, mocking theatricality "...if you've ever fucked your boss before."
the circle went silent. shalnark let out a choked-out laugh, and even uvo looked surprised. you stiffened, your heart jumping into your throat as your gaze snapped to hisoka. he was looking right at you, his golden eyes narrowed into a smug, knowing smirk. he knew. of course he knew.
you froze, your finger still stubbornly held up in the air. you couldn't put it down—that would be an admission in front of the entire troupe. but keeping it up felt like a lie that hisoka was ready to tear apart.
just as you were about to stammer out a deflection, you felt a presence behind you.
chrollo didn't stop talking to shizuku. he didn't even pause his sentence.
"...and once the auction begins, shizuku, you'll handle the southern exit while franklin covers the—"
as he walked past you, his hand reached out with casual, terrifying precision. his thumb and forefinger caught yours, firmly but gently folding your finger down into your palm. he didn't look at you. he didn't look at hisoka. he just kept walking, his voice never wavering as he continued his instructions.
"—while franklin covers the main hall. make sure the vacuum is ready."
he moved out of the circle as if nothing had happened, leaving you sitting there with your hand closed into a fist and your face burning a bright, frantic red.
hisoka let out a low, delighted chuckle, leaning back against the wall. the rest of the troupe was silent, looking between the back of their leader and your blushing face.
chrollo had just claimed you in front of everyone without even breaking his stride.
"well, It seems we have a loser." Hisoka added, the mischievous smile on his face wide.
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and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me | chrollo x reader
600 w. hours before chrollo boards the black whale. all vibes no plot, body worship (reader’s foot is mentioned once), religious imagery, goodbye sex(?), non explicit, bittersweet, grief, emotional hurt/comfort. one shot. written with hearts swimming in my eyes.
first time writing for him kinda nervous might delete later <3 title is from here
You were a living, breathing prize, something far too precious in this ordinary world—the same world that had claimed you as something Chrollo could not keep.
He must have it nonetheless.
High above, fractured stained glass strained the silver moonlight, casting long shadows across the altar. Chrollo had shed his heavy coat, now clad in a loose black shirt. Damp stone and decay saturated his lungs and the insides of the abandoned church.
Your features caught the flickering glow of the tapers. Time was an abstract concept, fleeting, and so he approached without urgency. Chrollo loomed over you, his gray eyes holding the stillness of a winter sea—a placid surface with a mind heavy and moving with restless malice beneath. It was not the time to contemplate, to define his entire existence. And by having you near, the roaring fury thick in his chest fell momentarily silent.
Kneeling before you, Chrollo held the serenity of a man preparing a sacrifice. Here, no titles were required, and yet his touch remained unyielding but so utterly gentle—aching with reverence, as if your skin was made of rare parchment paper, handling a piece that belonged to him and him alone.
Cool, svelte fingers began their slow venture. The curve of your waist, every dip of your collarbone, the fragile thrum of your pulse beneath his fingertips were like pages he knew he must eventually close. Chrollo had never been a believer of the gods of the churches, only ever appreciated the architecture, the silence, the beauty and the tragedy awaiting its final act. But as his hands traced the warmth of your skin, he felt a strange envy for those who had the luxury to believe in eternal life.
“I wonder,” Chrollo murmured. Calm. Untroubled, “Is this what the texts meant when they wrote of grace?”
Leaning in, he closed the distance until the soft exhale of his breath fanned your skin. Chrollo pressed slow wet kisses to the arch of your foot, his gaze refusing to leave yours, watching your breath hitch. His own visage momentarily softened—pleasure, perhaps.
Or sorrow.
Your knees were smooth and pliant beneath his palm as he moved upward, parting them to take what was his. Chrollo pressed his lips to your inner thigh, leaving frisson in their wake, lingering there as if to embed himself into the present moment. Yet the mind couldn’t help but drift to the inevitable end—the certainty of dawn, the reclaiming of violence, and this sacred space dissolving back into cold stone. The impermanence of it all was what Chrollo loathed, and yet it was the very thing that made you so intoxicating.
In the tremors of your body, your sweetened moans of his name, the brilliance of your bare skin, Chrollo saw an oasis—a temporary reprieve from what awaited him on the Black Whale.
He traced the line of your ribs, counting each with his fingertips, before pressing over the plush curves of your chest that had been thumping like a ticking clock. Mourning the inescapable decay, the transience of all things, Chrollo closed his eyes and let the feeling wrap itself around him, letting himself feel your body shuddering, the relentless beat of a heart that wanted nothing more but life.
Exquisite, he breathed against your skin, a confession, an appraisal for something he knew he’d soon leave behind.
Chrollo indulged himself a little more as he had your face cupped like a chalice, tilting your head back to take your lips. Slow and heavy, he drank you in, letting the warmth of your mouth bleed into him as he tasted a semblance of a miracle, a promise of absolution.
Through his heavy eyelids, he gazed at the residual heat that had misted your countenance before burying his face in the curve of your neck. Chrollo inhaled deeply, took notes of your scent one last time as he filed it away in the pages of his mind—a solitary comfort, amidst the crowded decks, for the cold nights yet to come.
Contents: Chrollo with prompt 3 from the hug category (gn!reader)
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Phantom Troupe reunions were always a little dull, waiting for others to show up and listening to others talk. After a while it became certainly boring, with nothing other than your thoughts to keep you entertained. Everyone knew that, so usually, they took his time.
And for a while, everything was normal. You took a seat next to Chrollo, asking about his book, and him answering. You made conversations with others, casual talk of casual topics. And then it started, Chrollo's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You didn’t say anything, and neither did the others, but Nobu did give you a taunting look, as if making fun of you. Still, no words about it were said, and you let yourself be held by his arm, laying your head over his shoulder.
But then it happened again, when you stood up. And continued to talk with the others, and Chrollo, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, again came to your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, rubbing them softly. This time, you threw him a perplexed glare, and he only gave you a gentle smile. No other comment, no other nothing until the reunion ended. And finally, the confrontation.
“What was that?” You asked him, and he looked up at you, giving you a half lidded smile.
“A side hug?” He asked back, dark lashes fluttering as he caught your frown. “Didn’t like it?”
“I did,” You answer quickly, amazing you both at your lack of doubt. “Was just… unexpected.”
Another silence, this one is a little more awkward. But then he breaks it, standing up to face you, now you have to look up at him. And he opens his arms.
boyfriend!chrollo who just looks so handsome reading one of his favorite books. his reading glasses placed on the bridge of his nose, while his slender fingers flip the pages one by one. his long legs propped up on the coffee table—which you told him to keep off because you just finished cleaning.
boyfriend!chrollo who takes you shopping once in a while and fights his urges to steal things for you. he loves when you just enjoy your time picking out what you like and actually paying it with actual cash instead of illegally stealing.
boyfriend!chrollo who actually has cash, starts to buy things instead of stealing because he's trying to change his ways. his troupe disagrees, but he tries his best.
boyfriend!chrollo who reads you to sleep on rainy nights, distracting you from the thunder and heavy rain outside. you're afraid that the rain is going to create a leak in your house, but chrollo disagrees. as long as he reads to you in his subtle, slow tone, those thoughts will go away from your mind.
boyfriend!chrollo who takes you to auctions in yorknew city just for fun. he knows you love it there, seeing people bid on high price items when his troupe could just steal it in a blink of an eye. he loves seeing you in that beautiful dress with and amazing choice of accessories he bought just for you.
boyfriend!chrollo who values you as a treasure just for him. a treasure that no one else can touch or steal; meant for him only. if anyone were to lay a finger on you, that person would be dead for sure. he knows your pacifist nature and doesn't mention the murdering part, just mentions that you're his favorite and most valuabe treasure.
boyfriend!chrollo who takes you out to the rooftop of the troupe's hideout to show you the shooting stars that were happening tonight. bringing a blanket because he doesn't want you to get all dirty while sitting down. he admires as your eyes glow at the sight of the midnight sky, being lit up by the sudden beam of light coming down from space. of course, you two would go constellation hunting too. trying to find constellations that make a certain picture or a symbol.
boyfriend!chrollo who is just there by your side all the time, like a lost puppy, not wanting to let go of you, for he thinks he will forget you. "i'll be fine chrollo, just stay here," you insisted. he doesn't like when you go out alone, especially unattended. he has to fight his distinct urges to go and follow you to make sure you're okay. but, of course, he trusts you. and that trust will never be broken between you two.
a/n ; for god help me please (was on my mind so i thought to write it for some reason).
Synopsis: Being dragged to heavens arena was always a fun time, especially when you were able to watch your lover fight. Things were going well until you saw Gon, and then things began to crumble.
Song: The Singularity: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gjaxzZJY_xY&feature=share
A/n: it's been awhile babies. Let's hope I still have some magic to give
You took a deep breath as you exited the hotel. The close call with Hisoka left you shaking and you tried your best to calm your nerves as you stumbled down the sidewalk. He was everywhere around you. In your nose. On your skin. In your hair. Everything was Hisoka, and Hisoka was everything.
You stopped at a crosswalk, heart thudding violently as you waited for the signal to change. Why were you going out again? There was a reason before you ran into him... It didn't matter anymore, you thought as the light changed, you just needed him.
Not the clown magician, but the spider that haunted you all the same. In no time, you found yourself at the doors of the warehouse. Only a few spiders were inside, and surely Hisoka wouldn't be there... You did just see him of course.
Sighing, you pushed open the heavy door, lightly grunting at the pressure on your palms. You felt the eyes on you before you saw them, but it didn't stop the shudder ripping through you when you locked eyes with each of them. There in the middle of the large room sat 5 of the spiders. You weren't sure where the rest were, but you weren't complaining. Your e/c eyes lifted towards the ledge, landing on the dark figure amongst the shadows. "Y/n?" One spider called out, shock evident in their voice as you walked confidently past them.
No one moved to stop you for two reasons. For one, they knew you were harmless. And for the main reason, the big man in the shadows hadn't said anything to sick them on you. "Chrollo" you called out pitifully, voice hoarse and full of tears. The spiders looked wide eyed at one another before once more gluing them to your figure. Chrollo shifted in the shadows.
Silence hung heavy in the air, no one daring to move or speak in fear of breaking the tightly wound coil. Finally, Chrollo leaned more into the light cascading in front of himself, allowing you to see his stoic face amongst the darkness. It was then that you grew aware of your surroundings.
These people were murderers... Sure Chrollo was also a murderer, but he wouldn't hurt you... But these people.... Your eyes scanned the eyes of those around you as you curled into yourself, quite uncomfortable with how they were looking at you. "That's enough" Chrollo called out, immediately sensing your distress by the slight movements of you curling into yourself. "Boss... Is she allowed to be-"
Chrollos book snapping shut silenced the spider as he set it down and stood up. His hand motioned for you to follow him and you quietly and quickly followed after the raven haired man, happy to get away from the others. Your mind began reeling again... What was it you were here for again?
Your mind began to spiral and the hopelessness began to fill your aching bones once more. Part of your sick mind and heart yearned for Hisoka for comfort and safety. Would Chrollo be able to provide the same thing? You were led into a room, his room apparently.
The door shut behind you, but you stood there in silence shaking in pure agony. You felt so lost without Hisoka. It was as if you were going through withdrawals. You let out a tiny gasp as Chrollos arms encircled your waist. His lips connected with your neck as he lightly peppered your skin with sweet kisses. You leaned into his embrace, for once forgetting about Hisoka and his hold on you... Maybe trying a different drug would help ease the withdrawal...
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Can I ask a headcanon of the adult trio were they’re S/o accidentally slept on their lap probably drool on them (sorry if I sound weird)
Adult trio when their s/o falls asleep on their lap and drools
Hello, thank you for the request!!
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If any of y'all saw the, "theur," instead of, "their," no you didn't.
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Illumi
"(y/n), may I get u-"
'Oh' Illumi thought, cutting himself off as he looked at your sleeping form. He could just wake you up or push you to the side, but you seemed so comfortable.
He doesn't mind if you drool on him a bit. He can easily wash his clothes or wipe it off if he wants it gone.
Illumi would let you sleep on his lap a little longer before he ends up moving you so he can complete whatever tasks he needs to.
Hisoka
He had just gotten back from a trip, and it was roughly 4 in the morning. So naturally, you felt tired because you were up waiting for him so you could spend a little time together.
"Darling, we can go to bed," Hisoka said, watching as you laid your head on his lap.
In response, you grumbled and shook your head, unable to form words because you were so comfortable and tired.
Much like Illumi, Hisoka doesn't care about you drooling on him. It's not like the both of you don't swap spit on the daily anyway.
Chrollo
You and Chrollo spend a lot of time in silence together, so you falling asleep on his lap and vice versa is common.
Chrollo will be reading a book on the couch and running a hand through your hair, which relaxes you and makes you feel tired.
He wouldn't notice you were asleep until he tried asking you a question.
"Are you feeling hungry, love?" Chrollo asked, looking away from his book and at you.
His hand was still running through your hair, deciding that he will order take out for the both of you so neither of you have to get up and cook.
Drool doesn't bother him at all, in fact, I don't think he even noticed.
Hey! That Chrollo matchup made me think about what kind of books he'd actually like to read. Philosphy is something I can definitively see him being into. Can I get some more reading headcanons for him pls? Tbh I love the idea that he might be into romantic novels. It's like a guilty pleasure for him. I'm curious about what you think though.
hii thank you for the request, this was pretty fun to write!!
Chrollo Reading Headcanons
- He definitely has a stash of romance novels hidden behind clothes in his closet. Best believe you can catch him in barnes and nobles picking out a trashy, romance book. Shhhh no one should know!
- He has given Harry Potter a shot to understand the hype about it and maybe even got intrigued by the wizarding concept. Classifies himself as a slytherin.
- Has he ever picked up a childrens book such as peppa pig out of curiousity? yes he has. Did he get entertained by them? yes.
- Has read strategy books and history books to understand more about how battle works. He tries to learn as much as he can from them as to not repeat mistakes of the past.
- Maybe War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy or books by Dostoevsky. The world is evil and he needs to justify his crimes somehow.
- Business organisation education books to understand the dynamics of the phantom troupe and how to better handle them.
- Probably grew up reading charles dickens, (poor orphan kids stories were his jam back in the day).
Can you write about chrollo with overstimulation kink please?
hello anon! i wasn't entirely sure if you wanted an imagine or a headcanon, or if you were looking for giving or receiving overstimulation. so i decided to do both giving and receiving headcanons!
chrollo and overstimulation
pairing: chrollo x reader
media: hunter x hunter
content warnings: general nsfw, overstimuation (giving and receiving), masturbation,
summary: overstimulation headcanons with chrollo
notes: like all my nsfw posts i will be using female genitals
chrollo giving
➵ when you and chrollo had first become intimate you could immediately tell that he liked observing you. at first you had believed that it had been a need to make sure you, his precious darling, were safe and out of harms way at any given moment. however, even when your bodies laid together in the night and arousal overcame you, chrollo never looked away. never separating his gaze from you, your body, and your pleasure.
➵ chrollo prefers to lie parallel to you as his hand snakes down to core, teasing your lower abdomen as he does so. his hands toying with your slick as his eyes remain trained on your face, looking for any reaction -- any indication that you were getting close to release.
➵ if you prefer to have him with his head between your legs don’t expect his gaze to change, even when his tongue is occupied elsewhere his dark eyes will lift to your face once more.
➵ chrollo has a hard time denying you of anything, to him you deserve to release as many times as you want. so when you come close he’s only spurred on, inspired by the flush arising in your cheeks. he allows you to finish, due to your excited state you don’t notice this time but his stare has become obsessive. wanting nothing more but to observe you in your climax for as long as possible, as to tattoo it onto his brain.
➵ after its over, and your body has turned limp from the pleasure and the flush in your cheeks has become a violent red chrollo cant help but wish to see it once more. just once more.
➵ so he indulges himself -- you’ve seemed to enjoy the last climax enough and if you can get pleasure from the action who is he to deny the both of you. something akin to impatience encourages chrollo to begin toying with you again, this time with more vigor and anticipation to see your peak.
➵ the shock of the first wave of pleasure and pain that washed over you as he began again was enough to stir up a broken cry from your chest. chrollo, already happy with the expressions you were presenting him with saw your suggestive groans and cries as only another added bonus, proof of his devotion to your pleasure.
➵ continuing his ministrations on your lower half, and being rewarded with more indecent reactions -- your legs shaking wildly as they tried to find some kind of stability, hips grinding upwards in an effort to free yourself from the painful yet pleasurable sensation -that wouldn’t let up -- kept chrollo going.
➵ your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth flung open, and brows furrowed together, and chrollo could think of nothing else he wanted to see more.
➵ proof of his efforts to please you came in the form of a second release, this time, in order to see more of the expression he had worked so hard for, chrollo sat completely up. leaning over your body with his eyes aimed directly at you, his prey, while his hands helped you to continue your release.
➵ if you were willing to allow chrollo to continue to his hearts content, permitting him to provide you with as many releases as it takes to burn the image of you into his mind, good luck.
➵ however, if your body is already on the brink of a full malfunction because of his ministrations he would be more than happy to let you rest. though chrollo was inspired by your lewd expressions and noises his ultimate goal is always to pleasure you. getting you a glass of water to drink before laying down with you to sleep is just another, of the many, added bonuses to the experience.
chrollo recieving
➵ many times when chrollo overstimulates himself its purely accidental. getting carried away as he relives the events of your nights together with his hand reaching under his waistband is a common occurrence. not realizing that he’s brought himself to climax two times in a row due to his day dreaming.
➵ other times he’ll be in the middle of pleasuring you, rutting his hips back and forth to bring you both to climax when he wont be able to hold back from releasing too early. in these cases he always feels guilty for not waiting for your release, prompting him to cast the dull pain away and slip back into your slick in order to help you gain release as well.
➵ you can tell when chrollo is feeling the effects of overstimulation when his bottom lips draws between his teeth and his eyes become more slit-like from trying desperately to focus on your pleasure as well as his own.
➵ once chrollo has finally reaches as many climaxes as he can afford with the exhaustion that accompanies the bliss of release he collapses onto the, now dirtied, sheets. mouth still hanging open with pleasure, and eyebrows still slightly scrunched together.
➵ in these cases he’ll probably rely on you to pull up the covers and him into your arms as a small reward for his efforts. if you’re feeling especially up for a challenge you could attempt to drag chrollo out of bed and into a shower before laying him down for sleep once more.
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