#adultrio x reader

[gojocumdumpster]

Masterlist!

Baki Grappler, Kengan Ashura, Attack On Titan, My hero academia (more anime’s are coming)

Don’t steal my stuff thief’s🚔

I just made this so that’s why it’s not full

Nsfw: 🔥 Sfw:🎂

To be continued:🛠️

Requested:🌹

Baki Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Baki:

My name is Baki..Baki Hanma🎂 Doing his makeup🎂 Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 My name is Baki…Baki hanma 2🎂 Next time watch who your talking to🔥🌹 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Reader giving them boob hug🌹🎂 Do you ever listen?🔥

Jack Hanma Doing his makeup🎂 Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Reader giving them a boob hug 🎂🌹

Retsu Kaioh Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Black girl clothing maker🎂🌹

Kaoru Hanayama

Doing his makeup🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces 🎂🌹 What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 What’s it like being hanayama’s assistant🎂 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹

Doppo Orochi What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 Meeting a black reader 🎂 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Reader giving them boob hug🌹🎂

Katsumi Orochi What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 Meeting a black reader🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹

Pickle Doing his makeup🎂 Pickle with shy s/o 🌹🎂 Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 Is he really my True Love?🎂 Is he really my true love 2?🎂 Valentines day with pickle🎂🔥 Bad things pickle does🎂 Pebbles and stones🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Going against his s/o turns into?🌹🎂 Christmas with pickle🎂

Kiyosumi Katou🐀 Playing among us with him🎂

Jun Guvera Yandere Headcanons🎂🌹🔥 Meeting a black reader 🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹

Biscuit Oliva Meeting a black reader🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹

Kureha Shinogi Meeting a black reader🎂

Yujiro Hanma Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 Playing among us with him 🎂 Reader giving them boob hug🎂🌹

Kengan Ashura Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Ohma Tokita

Spending the day with him. 🎂 What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Cosmo Imai What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 “I guess you can call that wrestling”🔥🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Raian Kure Spending the day with him🎂 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Setsuna Kiryu

Kaolan Wongsawat Spending the day with him🎂 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹

Kanoh Agito Spending the day with him🎂 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Hanafusa Hajime Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

The kengan boys:

Spending the day with them.🎂

Attack On Titan Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Eren yeager 3 day vacation 🔥 3 day vacation 2🔥 Black leather jacket🎂 Black leather jacket🔥

Levi Ackerman☕️

Pissing of Levi🎂

Erwin Smith Nsfw alphabet🌹🔥

Mikasa Ackerman

Reiner Braun

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Sasha Blouse🥔

Zeke Yeager

Mike Zacharias👃

The 4 Sexy dilfs:

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Gojo satoru Things he does to annoy you🎂 His favorite cuddle position🎂 Lending out a helping hand🎂🌹 Lending out a helping hand 2🎂🌹

Nanami Kento His favorite cuddle position 🎂 Day in a life as Nanami’s wife🎂

Geto Suguru His favorite cuddle position 🎂

Megumi Fushiguro His favorite cuddle position 🎂

Yuji Itadori His favorite cuddle position🎂

Toji Fushiguro His favorite cuddle position 🎂

Ryomen Sukuna His favorite cuddle position 🎂

The 5 Hot Dilfs

My hero Academia Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Shoto Todoroki🔥❄️

All Might

Tenya Iida

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tomura Shigaraki

Denki Kaminari

Enji Todoroki 🔥

Dabi Todoroki 🔥

Shōta Aizawa

Hanta Sero

Tamaki Amajiki🐙

Present Mic 🎤

The 3 Fine Dilfs:

Adding more after I get majority of them done

#baki x reader #erwin smut #eren headcanons #kengan ashura headcanons #adultrio hcs #jack hanma #baki the grappler x reader #getou smut #demon slayer #mha #mha x reader #jjk smut #attack on titan #one punch man #hxh hisoka #illumi zoldyck #hisoka morow #gon freecss #kilua zoldyck #hunter x hunter #hxh headcanons #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo brainrot #jujutsu gojo #geto suguru #geto x reader

[xxshujiswhorexx]

Arena Angel

(Chapter 1)

Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)

Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)

Bzzt… bzzt… bzzt

With what most would deem unnecessary violence, you smacked your alarm clock with all the rage one can muster at 5:00am.

“W-what time is it?”

Sleepy mumbles cascaded from your lips, as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, trying to shake the sleep from them. Forcing yourself upright, you at once your bed for a moment, contemplating your options.

You could get up now, or be late for work.

“God, I hate this fucking job.”

I mean, working at the notorious Heaven’s Arena wasn’t all bad - the pay was good, you worked with friends, and there were plenty of hot men to stare at (if you could ignore their psychotic personalities), but the early mornings really did suck.

“I swear to god, as soon as I can afford it I’m quitting this god forsaken job.”

Despite your grievances, you still found the motivation to drag a comb through your hair, throw on some makeup to hide the visible bags under your eyes, and don your rather eccentric (but kinda cunty?) uniform.

Admiring yourself in the mirror, you picked at the uniform with a slight frown.

“Holy shit, am I sexy in this uniform.”

With a sudden surge of energy, you slapped your cheeks for courage and headed off to work.

~

“Hmm, coffee really does make everything better!” With eyes extremely alert and a beaming smile, you skipped over to your manager’s office to learn your assignment for the day.

‘Mimi! It’s been too long, baby!”

“Y/N, you literally saw me 8 hours ago.” With an exasperated sigh, your manager got up from her desk to approach you.

“You’re on sign-in duty today. No complaints this time, honey.”

“Awh, but Mimi, it’s so fucking boringggg!” You shook her arm gently, whining at your assignment for the day.

Sign-in duty sucked. You had to act all happy and shit to meet these wannabe fighters who likely wouldn’t even make it to the tenth floor.

“Baby, please, at least let me work the desk on 100!”

Mimi groaned at your persistence. Shaking your limbs away from her arm until you released her, she returned to her desk.

“Nothing I can do, honey. You’re gonna have to suck it up today.”

With a groan befitting an annoyed teenager, you dragged your feet and stumbled out of Mimi’s office. You grumbled under your breath as you slammed the door for effect, trying to emphasise your displeasure.

“Don’t slam my fucking door, missy!” A yell came from behind the door, as you hastily jogged away. Mimi sure knew how to ruin your day with relative ease. I mean, you loved the girl, but fuck did she give you the worst assignments.

Once again, you began whining to yourself as you made your way towards the elevator.

“There’s literally never anyone interesting to speak to there. This is why Melanie works the sign-in desk: there’s nothing going on in that fucking head of her’s. I, on the other hand, am a fucking Nen user, and I’m not ever allowed to work on the 200’s anymore.” Rambling to yourself as you stomped into the elevator, you waved your hands around for emphasis.

“I mean, I slapped a participant one time, ONE FUCKING TIME, and I get borderline demoted. Bullshit, if you ask me.” With unnecessary force you slammed the ground floor button on the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited to arrive at the bottom of the building.

A dark air seemed to gather around you, deterring watchful stares from people passing by, as you slumped down into your chair, putting on your game face.

“Ok, Y/N. You’re gonna be the best fucking greeter ever so we can have maybe fun at this job again.”

~

Maybe this was your own personal purgatory. Your face hurt from smiling, the amount of ego stroking you’ve already done is mind numbing, and it’s not even noon.

The line still extends for hundreds of meters, and with no end in sight, you accepted your fate with a grimace.

“Killuaaaa, how long is this gonna take??” You suddenly hear an impatient whine a few people down.

You mumble to yourself, “me too kid.”

“Gon, would a little patience kill you? We’re almost there.” The huffing of another young boy catches your attention.

It’s not everyday young children show up to fight he, but then again, you can’t sense any aura from them - other from the usual leaking of course.

‘Maybe I’m getting my hopes up. At least they sound interesting - they’re fucking loud though.’

With a forced smile, you greet the pair. “Hello boys! Are you here to sign up on this fine, fine morning?” The white haired kid widens his eyes slightly, taking in your form.

“That smile looks painful.” Well, this has just killed any baby fever you have ever experienced. The green haired boy clearly needs to work on his social skills.

“Yeah well, ego stroking all day’ll do that to you, kid. Can I help you?” Slightly irked, you try to stay polite, making eye contact with the white haired boy.

“Wait a minute, do I know you? You feel familiar..” you trail off, unsure if you recognise him.

“You’ve aged poorly, old hag.”

“OLD HAG? Is that you, Killua?” Wholly unimpressed, you glare at the cheeky brat. “I’m literally 20. I was 14 the last time you saw me.”

He waved his hand, acting unbothered. “Yeah, yeah, woman. Just sign us up.”

“Well what the fuck’s this kids name, huh? Finally made a friend? Who knew you were capable of socialising, mr assassin.”

The green haired boy’s eyes flitted between the two of you, confused by the witty banter. Pointing at himself, he finally spoke up.

“I’m Gon. It’s nice to meet you, desk lady!”

“Please don’t call me that. I’m Y/N, kid. Nice to meet you. Anyways, let’s get you two signed up. Hopefully I’ll get to see more of you. It’s nice to have familiar faces occasionally.” After a few moments of admin and paper work, you finally set the two boys up.

“ookay, Killua you are number #2054, and Gon is #2055. You guys can head in, and when they call your number, head to the stated arena for your first fight.” You scribble something on a piece of paper and slide it to Killua. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything. I’m working on working my way back up the corporate ladder following my last incident.”

Killua snorts at the memory. He’s still astounded you managed to take a fully grown man down with a single slap after he groped you.

“Sweet, I’ll text you if Gon needs babysitting.” Killua grabs Gon by the shoulders, steering him towards the door, despite the boys whines at the insult. You send them off with a chuckle, more determined than ever to get back to the 200’s.

After all, you rather missed your side gig.

A/N: not proofread so sorry if bad grammar lol. this is gonna be a very silly fic. I need the hxh fandom to be reborn so I am contributing fanfics.

#hisoka x reader #illumi x reader #chrollo x reader #hisoka #illumi zoldyck #chrollo lucilfer #hxh chrollo #hxh illumi #hxh x reader #hxh #hunter x hunter #x reader #hxh fanfic #killua zoldyck #hxh killua #gon freecss #gon #zoldyck family

[namikawa]

— [exhibitionist]

featuring: adultrio {chrollo, hisoka, illumi} x reader

cw: smut, slight degrading, exhibitionism. wc: 310.

notes: this started off as just chrollo, but then it escalated in my mind so uh, yeah. also i couldn't think of a title so its basic as shit since this isn't even technically a drabble, just thoughts in my mind atm.

chrollo, who takes you out to dinner with hisoka and illumi politely asks you to stop teasing him at the table. he had already been nice enough to let you wear an incredibly revealing dress after you threw a tantrum earlier.

chrollo, who’s grabbing your hand as you paw at his pants under the table while hisoka smirks at you both.

chrollo, who finally loses his temper and drags you into the restaurant's bathroom, fucking you mercilessly. saying how if you didn’t want this to happen you would’ve stopped being a slut.

chrollo, who doesn’t bother to do it in the stalls, instead directly in front of the large mirrored countertops. it’s not his problem who walks in and sees you like this, you basically begged for it anyway.

chrollo, who laughs when the door swings open. hisoka and illumi walking in to an astonishing sight of you with your dress hiked up over your ass and eyes rolled in the back of your head.

chrollo, who invites them both to have a turn with you. telling them to be as rough as they’d like, you couldn’t speak at this point anyway.

hisoka, who fucks you at a slow pace just so he can hear you try to beg for more. he doesn’t listen to your incoherent requests though, after all this was your punishment and his reward.

hisoka, who grabs you by the neck and pulls you back so he can whisper in your ear. “watching your little stunts and having to restrain my urges was a challenge, but it was worth it for your tight cunt.”

illumi, who sits you on the countertop and fingers you to tears. only muttering out the words, “you’re too dirty to fuck,”

adultrio, who fixes your dress and kisses your head, bringing you back to the table to finish dinner in peace.

#hxh headcanons #hxh smut #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka morow #illumi x reader #chrollo x reader #hisoka x reader #hisoka headcanons #✉️

[castleburgundy]

Animals

a/n: a little boring snippet of my platonic ace OC who everyone likes interacting with the scary bois. This is an impulsive upload.

warnings: dialogue-heavy, maybe ooc characters, fluff?

Sada stared at her reflection. Using a picture near the counter as a mirror, she turned her head every which way, trying to see her jaw at the sharpest angle possible.

“Do I kind of look like…a Maine Coon cat?”

“What?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at her own question. She turned to her three customers, grinning.

It was her day off. The week before had been pretty busy, so she had plans of sleeping in. Voices and movement from downstairs drew her out of bed. Recognizing the trio of Auras, she moved without caution. Chrollo stood behind the counter, already measuring coffee into the machine. Illumi and Hisoka sat at a table, the latter having raided her fridge for the last two pieces of her peanut butter chocolate cake.

They didn’t need anything, really. They were simply passing through town and made a quick detour to see her.

Even though she wasn’t too happy about them breaking into her cafe, she couldn’t bring herself to turn them away. After scolding Chrollo about having his coat on while he was behind the counter, she disappeared back upstairs to grab a jacket and clean herself up.

And so she found herself unintentionally working; making Chrollo’s coffee the way he usually ordered it and swatting Hisoka away when he tried to smear peanut butter frosting on her pajama pants. After making her own coffee, she leaned back against the counter to talk to them.

Now, they all stared at her.

Hisoka looked amused, as usual, and Chrollo looked at her curiously. Illumi just looked confused. As confused as someone with no emotion could, anyway.

“What kind of question is that?” the Zoldyck asked.

“Like—you know how some people resemble animals? Do I resemble a Maine Coon?”

“Why that specific kind of cat?” Chrollo asked.

“I don’t like how my question is being answered with questions.”

Hisoka carefully scooped up a forkful of cake, “What animal do I resemble, Sada?”

“This isn’t about you, Hisoka. I shouldn’t have to fight this hard for a yes or no answer.”

“What about you two is similar?” Illumi asked, ignoring her steadily shrinking patience.

“I don’t know, aren’t my eyes kind of…big? And the way they kind of change shade when I’m upset. Yes or no, please.”

“I don’t see it, no.”

“Thanks, Illumi. Any input, you two?”

Chrollo looked at her for a moment, slowly nodding, “Kind of, yes. You are rather graceful.”

She smiled gently, “Aw, thank you.”

She turned back to the mirror, trying to force her eyes to darken. It obviously didn’t work.

“I need you to be the tie-breaker, Hisoka.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you. You’re all exhausting.”

Chrollo placed his coffee mug down, tilting his head, “What animal do I look like?”

Sada turned, looking at him for a moment. The big eyes and fur decorating his coat made it easy to answer.

“A sorrel cat.”

“I’m a cat as well?”

“What, you don’t like cats?”

Hisoka pushed his empty plate away, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms, “What about me~?”

She didn’t even stop to think, “A fox. Mostly because you’re sneaky.”

He grinned, further proving her point.

She pointed to Illumi next, smiling, “Dragon.”

He blinked, “How come?”

“Because you’re strong, lanky, and scary.”

Hisoka frowned, practically pouting, “How come Illumi gets to be a mythical creature?”

“An animal’s an animal. I don’t make the rules.”

“I don’t think dragons were classified as animals, though,” Chrollo pointed out, “A creature doesn't always mean an animal.”

Illumi nodded in agreement, “I thought they were seen as weapons.” He paused. “That’s actually pretty accurate, then.”

“Don’t say that, Illumi. I’ll get sad.”

“You’re always sad.”

~~~~~

a/n: In conclusion, gatekeep Illumi from his parents and give him friends :D

Thank you for reading!!

#hunter x hunter #chrollo x reader #illumi x reader #hisoka x reader #adultrio x reader #platonic!hisoka morow #platonic!illumi zoldyck #platonic!chrollo lucilfer #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka morow #hunterxhunter oc #hunter x 2011 #hisoka morrow x reader #illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #phantom troupe #hisoka morrow #phantom troupe x reader #Sada Ikari

[softinkshadows]

Beg for it (adultrio x reader)

Short vignettes on some gentle and spicy orgasm denial between fem!reader and our trouble trio~

Explicit content and porny smut ahead!

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Illumi x fem!reader

His long delicate tresses fall and brush against your bare waist. The mattress shifts beneath you as he leans in, keeping his balance with his arms at your sides. You can’t help but run your fingers over his toned, chiseled torso, and for a moment his eyes are lidded, lost in your touch. Your heart thudders loudly in want at this beautifully naked god above you. A soft sigh escapes your lips, making him lift his eyes back to yours once more.

Neither of you are urgent. Kissing, caressing, licking, you both move slowly, deeply, feverishly. Limbs tangled in a dance, beaded with sweat and desire. Holding out, for just a while more, as if kindling a long, searing flame. The moonlight across the floor, watching.

He holds your face lightly in his large palm, studying the contours of your brows, your nose, your lips. Like you’re something so beautiful and so fleeting he must dutifully commit every detail to memory. You have never seen him like this. Then his eyes darken and without warning he slips two fingers into your mouth, coating his digits in your saliva.

“Ah!” You gasp at the sudden intrusion, moaning as his thick fingers swirl in your mouth. You love how casually, how gracefully he can make you feel filthy and hot like this. Illumi removes his dripping fingers, trailing them over your collar bone, snaking down to your chest, like a painter marking his canvas with a brush. He pauses at your nipples, rubbing them in slow circles, spreading the wetness around the tip. Your breath catches. Your sensitive buds, now wet with your saliva, are hard beneath his touch. He flicks them lightly, making you gasp and shudder and clutch his arms. You want more. It's as if your body takes shape, materializes only at the places Illumi touches. Then he continues downward.

The wet trail he leaves on your skin tingles in the cold night air. He quietly admires the way your body quivers under his roaming fingers, his eyes clouded with silent lust. At last, his fingers halt right on your clit, frustratingly still and applying not quite enough pressure. Your pussy clenches with want, and you can already feel your juices leaking onto the sheets. 

“I-Illumi, please,” you beg, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you arch into his touch, squirming against him for much-needed friction. 

“Ah, ah, there now,” he hushes you, stilling your body with his free hand, his fingers pressed to your clit. His dark eyes are twinkling, clearly enjoying the expression on your face. "I love this look on you."

Heart racing wildly at his words, you reach up to shield your face, embarrassed at your own lewdness all of a sudden. In a flash, he moves your hands away, holding them clasped in his strong grip, his fingers on your clit now moving, rubbing deep and agonizingly slow circles. Pressing his lips to your neck, he murmurs and hums, the light vibrations on your skin sending shocks of pleasure to your already soaked pussy. Then he lifts his face, hovering inches above yours, as your hot breaths mingle. Below, his fingers are still unrelenting. Pleasure spiking and breaking off repeatedly, you words become incoherent. He whispers at your lips as he watches you tremble, mewling and pleading and moaning for release, a helpless quivering mess under his touch. 

"Now, you don't want it to be over so soon, do you?"

----

Hisoka x fem!reader x Chrollo

He grabs you by the hips, rubbing your wet slit along his hot, hard length. Your body is already quivering. If it wasn’t for his arms holding you, tight enough to leave bruises, you would not be able to stay upright straddling him on the sofa like this. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he holds you closer, increasing the pressure of your slippery cunt against his veiny cock as your nipples graze his chest, making you gasp and whine. You need to feel him inside you. He lets out a small chuckle.

“If you so wish.” Golden eyes glint behind bright red hair.

As if he read your mind, Hisoka steadies you, positioning you over his girthy cock. Then he pushes in slowly. It’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and you feel yourself stretching deliciously wide to accommodate him. He’s only halfway in, and you feel stuffed. Nervous and giddy from the overwhelming sensation, you grip his shoulders roughly, anchoring yourself in the pleasurable storm.

“Ohhh... w-wait, I-”

Before you can finish, Hisoka snaps his hips up and sheathes himself fully inside you. Your eyes widen, sputtering and gasping and cursing as you feel his throbbing length open you wide. You lay spreadeagled on his lap for a while, panting, as you adjust to him. He doesn't move. You squirm and shift, wanting to feel friction again, but your legs have lost all their strength. You claw at his firm chest. He watches you, needy and whimpering. A faint smile plays at his lips.

"Oh? Did you want this?" He purrs. Lifting you easily, he bounces you on his cock slowly, dragging out each time he leaves and enters you again. You cry out as your insides tingle, pleasure building in your abdomen.

"F-faster-ah!" Your skin is feverishly hot, and it feels as if a mere touch would break you apart in ecstasy. Hisoka stops his long thrusts. Still sheathed inside you, he reaches out to toy with your puffy clit with deft fingers. You're mewling at the additional jolts of pleasure, clawing at his shoulders, leaving angry red marks which makes him groan.

"You're dripping," he smirks with a devilish look on his face, thumbing your sensitive nub. Sweat mingling with slick juices slide down the base of his cock. "Look at you, making a mess. Perhaps he will punish you for ruining his sofa."

At his words, you shudder in anticipation and completely shameless lust. You get wetter instantly.

"I think she's ready," Hisoka calls out.

"Excellent," you hear a low voice murmur.

In your haze, you feel him approach you from behind. A blindfold slips across your eyes. Your eyelids strain against the cool slip of silk. Suddenly, every sensation in your body is magnified two, no, three-fold.

Without warning, Chrollo grabs your ass fiercely, spreading them even wider with his smooth palms, making you sink lower onto Hisoka's cock. You moan loudly, shaking and wanting so badly to cum.

Slender fingers find their way to your aching wet pussy, collecting your honey before spreading it around your puckered hole. Your breath hitches as Chrollo slides a finger in, making you twitch and clench your pussy in response. Hisoka groans beneath you, gritting his teeth at the sudden tightness.

"Manners, my little slut," he retorts, swatting your sensitive clit in punishment, making you gasp, almost climaxing on the spot.

A set of hands loosen your grip on Hisoka, lifting your arms so you can only lean backwards for support. You feel Chrollo's chest and ripped torso pressing on your back, cool to the touch.

Then you hear a soft clink. Puzzled, you wonder what it is until you feel the burning cold sensation of a melting ice cube on the small of your back. "Chrollo- ah!" You shudder, clenching your fists tightly as you arch your back, throwing your head against the crook of his neck.

"You shouldn't say my name in this manner, it gets me all excited," he lowers his voice darkly. Immediately, you feel the stinging cold of ice on your nipples, circling your breasts, making you buck and grind yourself against Hisoka's cock below. The melting ice drips down your belly, sensitive ribbons of liquid making its way to your trembling cunt. At the same time, Hisoka's fingers stroke your clit, and you're moaning incoherently at being overwhelmingly pleasured on so many fronts.

"Please-" you pant, a trickle of drool escaping your mouth.

“What’s the rush," Chrollo murmurs as he presses his lips to your ear. "We only have the whole night ahead of us.”

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Notes: Wow this made me stop a few times in between to take a break because ---- hope you enjoyed these very trashy and very smutty adultrio vignettes!! I might make it it into a proper fic one day :)

#hunter x hunter #hxh #adultrio #adultrio x reader #illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck x reader #hisoka morow #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka morow x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #adultrio smut #hxh smut #hunter x hunter smut

[chrolloctrl]

How would be the adult trio in love ?? I'm really looking forward to your writing 😳😳💖💖💖🙏😎

omg this is something i’ve been thinking about so long since i feel like some people REALLY don’t write the adultrio well when they are in love. of course they are all borderline psychotic but i do not think they are incapable of love. i said what i said anyways let me continue

im going to do this as a head canon if thats okay!! if you want me eventually develop a specific character into a one shot i definitely will:)

warnings: like some mention of blood and fighting, maybe a lil mention of sexual things, nothing too bad tho theres one really explicit blood/gore mention in hisokas but that is a very hisoka thing so i have decided to leave it there

first i’m doing illumi bc yall miss with illumi so hard

okay so

first of all, he was a definitely a child with an avoidant attachment style

basically when mummy was there he was annoyed, when mummy left he didn’t care or was probably happy, and when mummy came back he was annoyed once again

this child did not experience love as a child

not once

zip

zero

nada

so u have to be patient with him im sorry to say

but it isn’t impossible

i think when he’s in love, he doesn’t realize it

he thinks he’s just in a sort of...agreement with you

but im telling u right now.. small acts of kindness are his love language

like if u guys were in a fight together and there was blood on ur clothes he would wash them and lay them on ur bed

and then u would be like “ok u didn’t have to do that thats so nice”

and he’d be like “i dont know what ur talking about”

and walk away

or

he would see like a book or something u like and read it just because u liked it too

he wouldn’t tell u tho he would just randomly bring up something from the book 

and you would be like “oh u read it?” 

and he would be like “no why would u think that”

and you would be like “:|”

with illumi u just have to be patient, i think eventually he would catch himself making ur bed one day and he would be like “fuck”

and realize he might have a thing for u

but he wouldnt believe it bc he is oh so emotionless and does not feel one thing at all

but he does he is just a liar

i think he would make his first move when he accidentally lets out all the emotions hes been faking not having and like just cries wishing he were loved and ur like

“i love u though illumi, a lot”

and he would just kiss u and like hug ur for 3 hours and then make u not talk about it ever again but u guys would just be in love and killua would be kinda pressed but he’d be happy u were illumi’s gon <3

okay let’s do chrollo next im sorry illumi’s was so long 

alright

as u can tell i am in love with this man

and everyone always bashes me bc he has no screentime and a pretty basic anime antagonist backstory

but out of all of the adultrio i think he falls in love the easiest and with someone nobody expects

like he is a mass murderer and thief and ur like...a flower shop worker

he would just be walking in yorknew city and see u reading some obsecure ass russian literature while working at a flower shop and he’d be like “wait im intrigued”

then he would talk to u and u would be like

:D

but also calm and reserved

and he would love that, someone who just vibes not a worry in the world

but then as he gets to know u he realizes u r not just a body bag who vibes

u r a human with actual emotions

something he probably swears he doesnt have

he would tell the rest of the troupe that ur just like...an experiment

and they would all buy it EXCEPT machi

she would be like “omg boss ur in love”

and chrollo would be like “um i dont feel that sry to say”

and machi would be like “ya sure lol”

you have no idea who he is like no clue he is the lead spider

but okay omg this part is gonna be corny

you would like hehe sorry im laughing thinking ab this

walking around yorknew city and he would almost step on a spider and u would be like “no!!! be careful!!” and pick up the spider and lightly set it into the grass

and chrollo would be like “why would u do that spiders r scary...right” *looks into the camera like hes on the office*

and u would be like “no..even spiders have feelings u know”

and then he would just like absolutely lose it he’d maintain composure but on the inside he would be like dhdkhduwojhfw

then he would kiss u and then he would finally tell the troupe the truth and machi would be sooo smug 

oh and the troupe def likes u like that is a given

ur just so innocent and sweet its like impossible not to like u u make everyone put away their tough guy acts

and then ya u guys probably read to each other u weird fucks

but its cute and i love

alright now for probably the person who would take the longest to love someone 

i dont know if u have read hisokas backstory one shot but i will try to explain the best i can

hisoka was in circus. lead man of circus say hisoka talented. lead man train hisoka to use nen. hisoka learns nen very fast. oh no serial killer is on the loose. oh no girl in circus almost get killed by serial killer. hisoka save girl. hisoka accuse lead man of being serial killer. lead man say yes lol i am. hisoka say okay i want 2 fight. lead man say sure lol i will kill u. hisoka kill lead man and girl in circus wonders where hisoka and lead man went.

okay now that thats out of the way

the girls name was abaki and i think hisoka liked her ngl

but that was before u know he got all gassed by killing lead man

he definitely thinks similar to illumi in the way that u r just a pawn in his plans

but u r def super strong and he is shook

he probably wants to fight u

but he still doesnt think ur strong enough

u live ur own life separately from his so he doesnt know much ab what u do in ur free time

one day he catches u training with someone else

and he won’t say it but hes lowkey pissed af

hes like “um wtf why didnt u ask me to train u

and ur like “literally why would i ever do that”

and hes like “what u think i cant train”

and ur like “u can barely control ur bloodlust hisoka :|” 

hes like “yeah u know ur right i guess”

but he doesnt stop thinking ab it bc like why wouldnt u train with him

u decide to go on ur own lil mission and try to fight someone you’ve been wanting to fight for a while

you invite hisoka just to watch, you tell him you just want him to sit around this time since you always sit around and watch him

he expects u to get beat to a pulp ngl

but you like completely obliterate the other person

this is too niche but u have such a gory fighting style. like ur def batshit crazy in a fight and loose all composure 

hisoka is shook bc he did not expect u to go that crazy

u like bite the other dudes jugular and blood splatters every where

that was so gross but idk im into that weird shit sorry im tw’ing that

but hisoka is a weird mf so that def makes him horny for u

he like takes u back to ur house while ur covered in blood and theres a crazy look in ur eye still

and he realizes hes in love with u bc ur just as crazy as him

i feel like ur guys relationships spawns bc of how crazy u both are. u guys probably summon demons for fun

i feel like his love language is more i do for u what u do for me

like if u save his ass in a fight, he’ll watch a cheesy movie for u

its def a give and receive vibe but it works

or if he saves ur ass he makes u guys take a bath together

and ur like “this is so cheesy”

and hes like “um ur having fun tho right” *crickets* “yea thats what i thought”

muah gonna think ab this before i go to bed

alr i think i wrote WAYYY too much omg these are all so long i am so sorry, too many thought in brain keyboard go woosh

hope u liked it though <3

#chrollo #illumi #hisoka #chrollo x reader #illumi x reader #hisoka x reader #adultrio #adultrio x reader #adultrio hc #hxh hcs #hunter x hunter #illumi hc #chrollo hc #hisoka hc #adultrio headcanons #i loved this omg head canons r fun to write #lmk what yall think #also im taking requests #pls

[peachiipark]

Adult Trio with a s/o who has been abused in the past and has a hard time showing affection. She often hides behind them or (for Chrollo) under his jacket.

i'm so sorry if any of you can relate to this too. honestly, im writing a bit of this from experience 😭

this is going to be a bit ooc.. i just want my boys to be normal 🚶‍♀️

chrollo lucilfer!

chrollo would be the most understanding out of the three. i also imagine that he would be the first to notice your behavior!

when he introduced you to the troupe, you hid yourself inside of his jacket.

you jumped and blanked out whenever he loudly called out your name. he didn't even mean to be aggressive.

the members assumed that you were just sensitive or shy, but chrollo finally realized what was going on when you cringed at him trying to cup your cheek.

"what happened to you, my love?"

"i really don't want to talk about it.. i'm sorry."

he never wanted forced anything out of you, but chrollo eventually got you to open up about everything.

of course, he got the troupe to go after them and their entire family.

but he also wanted to help you heal. in the past, majority of the phantom troupe members experienced their fair share of abuse, so he understands you.

chrollo makes sure to ask you about your triggers and makes sure that NO ONE makes you feel unsafe or uncomfortable.

illumi zoldyck!

even though he's been through the same thing, illumi was quite insensitive in the beginning.

"how are you ever going to put up with the real dangers in this world if you can't even handle me raising my voice at you?"

once you storm off, illumi still thinks he didn't say anything wrong, untill he realized that you were gone for hours

after he found you, illumi apologized and asked you to tell him what happened

you didn't want to name any names since you knew what he'd do, but it ended up happening anyway

illumi never wants you to leave him, so he ends up watching his actions and trying his hardest to comfort you if you were to get triggered (although it's not the best 😭)

you'd probably get more sympathy out of like.. kalluto or canary than illumi honestly 💀

he does actually try to help you heal

hisoka morrow!

was just messing around with empty threats when he realized that you were genuinely scared.

he'd walk up to you, lift up your chin with his finger, and give you a smile.

"i don't bite, my fruit. i certainly won't hurt you unless you try to harm me first."

honestly, hisoka had a rough past as well. he understands that you have limits and will try not to push them.

he won't go after the person/people who hurt you, but if he saw them in the street.. let's just say they're done for!

usually does the talking on your part. however, seeing as he's hisoka, expect him to try and get you to open up.

accompany on: to the masterlist!

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[atticuswritesstuff]

Kiss Me In the Rain Yandere!Chrollo x GN!Reader Oneshot

Summary: You find a glimmer of happiness in the pouring rain.

Warnings: sfw, forced captivity, very brief mentions of violence, injury, blood, and murder, unedited

Word count: 1.1k

You were jolted out of your sleep by the sound of a loud rumbling.

"Relax, darling," It took a moment to reorient yourself. You had fallen asleep using Chrollo's thigh as your pillow, his coat was covering a portion of your body. All the spiders glanced over at you, "It was just thunder."

You sat up, looking into his dark grey eyes, they were as soft as ever.

Just thunder?

The empty warehouse you had stayed in had several windows that allowed you to see out into the night air, you could see flashes here and there, but the thunder was few and far between.

"You ok?" Chrollo asked, caressing your cheek with his thumb as your eyes flitted around.

You nodded, you were ok.

You took his jacket off your body, giving it back to him so he wasn't just shirtless. Folding your legs under you, you stretched your arms upwards, the concrete slab you had been laying on was anything but comfortable, you managed to fall asleep anyway.

Chrollo watched you carefully, as he had been for the past two hours as you slept. Eyes alternating between his book and your sleeping figure. It was the first time you were allowed out of the house in several months, so you being alarmed by the sound of thunder wasn't concerning to him. They really had no intense weather where the two of you had lived.

"Do you need anything? Water?" Chrollo questioned.

You shook your head no.

He sighed, deciding to stop asking you questions when he knew you weren't going to speak anyway.

It had been like this for two months.

"Y/n?"

You were frozen in place, the sight of the man who just attempted to kidnap you dead on the floor made you scream. Even more so with his blood all over Chrollo's hands.

You couldn't tell if it was from your shock from your own knife wounds, or if it was how you just watched Chrollo kill him with no hesitation.

You couldn't form a single coherent sentence after that.

Chrollo observed over time as your behavior changed, you were defiant before, akin to a wild animal that could not be tamed. Now, you were docile, silent, helpless.

You stopped eating as much, never touching the breakfast or lunch he offered, only eating a handful of food at dinner, no dessert.

Sleep was few and far between, you often jolted out of bed thinking someone was coming back to hurt you, so naps like the one you had just taken were a blessing in disguise for both you and Chrollo.

You couldn't stand loud noises anymore. Likewise, anyone moving too fast made you flinch and cower, you thought they were going to grab you like the men did that night.

Chrollo also noticed how dependent you were becoming because of it. Despite him technically being your first captor, the men coming for you that night scared you so bad you stopped hating him. Whenever you were allowed, you draped yourself over him, enjoying the safety of his arms. You silently pleaded to be taken out of your basement room so you could sleep with him, something Chrollo had waited a year for. You made yourself as small as possible, curling up against him most nights, although you didn't sleep much.

Over time, you became weak, frail. Any muscle tone you had disappeared with your appetite and hypervigilance, you hadn't trained in about a year now, so you were just skin and bones.

Chrollo really couldn’t complain, he went from your kidnapper to your safety, that was all he could really ask for.

You hadn't paid attention to the mildness of the weather at home, but for some reason, the rain that started to drizzle outside was calling your name.

Standing up, you eyed the window, then the large open doorway on the other side of the warehouse. The smell of the night air was beckoning, rain like this wasn't common around Chrollo's luxurious house, but it reminded you of home.

You slowly started inching towards the door, surprised that you weren't ordered to come back.

In reality, Chrollo was watching your every move, ready to jump up to get you should anything happen. When you were only feet away from the door, Uvogin moved to get you, but Chrollo just held up a firm hand. Uvo sat back down, waiting, watching, as did the rest of the spiders.

It wasn't like you to go this far.

You stood in front of the doorway now, only inches away from the pouring rain. The wet grass, a vibrant green even in the night, beckoned to be touched. The night air smelled sweet.

You stuck your hands out in the rain, letting several droplets collect in your hand. The summer air had warmed the rain, creating a pleasant feeling on your skin.

The spiders were shocked but said nothing, most of them keeping trained eyes on you. Chrollo was the most surprised but allowed you to continue, it had been a while since you had gained any confidence in yourself.

You hesitated as you took your shoes and socks off, leaving them at the doorway and taking a step out into the rain.

You gazed up at the sky, a mixture of rain and night air hitting your face. You hummed happily, smiling as the rain-drenched your clothes and hair.

Chrollo smiled as he sauntered toward you, you were digging your toes into the wet grass, holding your palms upward so you could feel the rain.

He leaned against the warehouse door, observing you as you stood there, you were completely drenched, but that didn't matter to you.

"Darling," Chrollo beckoned, gaining your attention. He held his hand out to you, "You should come in, you're soaked. Wouldn't want to catch a cold now, would you?"

You frowned, looking back down at the rain collecting on your hands.

For the first time in months, Chrollo heard you speak.

"But love, it's so pretty." You hummed, smiling at the rain.

Chrollo was shocked, not only did you speak, you were smiling.

You grabbed his hand gently, tugging on it to guide him out into the rain. Chrollo relented, for your sake, your eyes locked in his.

You looked up at the sky, "See?"

He looked up too, marveling at you found something so simple as rain to be pretty.

“Yes darling, I see now,” He replied, wanting to keep you content, “I didn’t know you enjoyed the rain so much.”

You hummed, still staring upwards.

Chrollo watched a certain light come back to your eyes, one he had not seen for a long time. It was refreshing to see that sparkle of curiosity and wonder painted on your face, especially when he thought you would never find your happiness again.

He cupped your face gently, wanting you to look at him. Your gaze was soft, but his was intensely somber, almost too much for you to bear the weight of.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly.

Your eyes flitted down to his lips before nodding.

Chrollo’s lips face you warmth in the lukewarm rain, your hands rested on his wrists as they held your face, keeping you afloat.

As soft as his kiss was passionate, you smiled against his lips, “Pretty.”

“Pretty?” Chrollo echoed, not understanding you the first time.

You nodded, “Pretty.”

He smiled, wrapping his arm around you, now completely soaked as well, “Thank you, darling.”

#hunter x hunter #hxh 2011 #hxh #hxh imagine #hxh imagines #hxh x reader #woahmybeans #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo smut #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x you #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #chrollo lucilfer x y/n #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh #adultrio #phantom troupe

[portellini]

- Adult Trio with a Kurta S/O -

Requests are open - I think I opened them idk how they work :/

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- Hisoka -

- He teases and annoys you just to admire your eyes as they change

- For the most part I don't think Hisoka would treat any different. As long as your strong and entertaining. Bet he's gonna joke about fighting Chrollo, saying "I'll make sure to beat him good just for you~".  Doesn't actually care he just wants to fight Chrollo and it's coincidental that he's someone his S/O probably despises🤡.

- Although, from what we saw with Kurapika the Scarlet Eyes made him a specialist. Sooo, if these eyes make you stronger than usual, Hisoka is gonna try and fight you whenever you get mad just to see how strong you get. That would be a plus since Hisoka would be more interested in you if it meant you were stronger.

- If his S/O still suffers from trauma I doubt he'd be much help, and would accidentally trigger some memories. Although, when his S/O breaks down or starts to cry, there'd be a slight chance he'd walk over and hold them gently while staying silent.

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- Illumi -

- The Scarlet Eyes are one of the most valued treasures, so Illumi would be way more protective over you. This would mean stricter precautions and constant surveillance. Doubt he'd even let you leave the mountain without multiple butlers or himself.

- If his S/O is strong and would freely roam around, Illumi would still keep multiple trackers on his S/O to make sure where they were at all times.

- Illumi might find the Scarlet Eyes useful to have for the Zoldyck bloodline and have a stronger urge for heirs.  :/

- I do think that when his S/O's eyes turn red, he would pause to gaze into them, because 1 the eyes are beautiful and 2nd it's his S/O.

- If the S/O did get snatched and was killed for their eyes... Whoever did it would be hunted and gutted, and Illumi would keep their eyes somewhere in the Zoldyck house where he would mourn them.

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- Chrollo -

- .......... Why? Mans killed your whole fam. You gotta be tripping If you're in love with the man who killed your whole clan in such a brutal way. Anyways, maybe you got kidnapped and he keeps you as his personal treasure, or you were outcasted by the clan and took part of the murder for revenge. 🤷🏻‍♀️

- Every time your eyes turned red Chrollo would no doubt admire them while holding you close in his lap. He sees you as HIS treasure and nothing can change that. — "You're the most beautiful treasure I've ever put my hands on." — Could see him purposefully triggering you just to see your eyes turn red.

- If you're not a part of the Troupe he'd probably keep you secluded in a undisclosed building/ house that he owns.

- If you are a part of the Troupe, he'd probably trust in your abilities and not care that much for your safety. Although, if you got hurt, whoever was responsible would be punished severely.

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[90stvshowgoth]

—WORTH THE WAIT

summary: over the years it’s become easier to keep your feelings for your boss quiet but when he asked you to pose as his date during a mission your facade becomes much less convincing.

w/c: 7569

tags: mutual pining, exhibitionism, closet sex, excessive use of pet names

notes: jesus chriiiisst this took a million years. totally worth it tho. this was a request from @ddarker-dreams so thanks for the idea u jerk ily.

The Yul National Treasury was one of the most renowned institutions the world had ever seen, reopening as the new pride and joy of the nation of Yul. It was a small province that had just come into some serious money after its two neighboring countries had gone to war, profiting from both sides.

Its ruler, Markus Ano, was drunk on the power that had evaded him all his life, wasting away royalties on lavish parties to flaunt the wealth he’d accumulated. Tonight would be the biggest one yet, as the country’s fearless leader had just signed a contract meant to expand Yul’s borders and planned to celebrate accordingly. But, unlike his other galas, it wasn’t being held at his mansion. It was being held at the treasury.

You almost hadn’t believed Chrollo when he told you. Why would the supreme leader host a party there, where priceless artifacts and deeds of cash flow would be so ripe for the taking?

“It’s a brazen act of confidence,” Your boss had explained, “a flimsy attempt to make himself seem credible to the other world’s leaders. He’s daring any mercenary groups to crash the party.”

Shalnark’s eyebrows furrowed, his expression clear from the glow on his phone screen in the decrepit building, “Why would Ano want that?”

“To be taken seriously. If his military can fend off any attackers he believes it will increase his social standing with the other government officials.”

That made you confused. Chrollo had specifically called the Troupe’s recon members to Yul but from what your boss said it sounded like they were expecting a fight. Looking across the dimly lit building you saw the silhouettes of Machi, Paku, and Shalnark all wondering the same thing.

Your boss, insightful as ever, answered that unasked question, “We won’t be getting in there by force. If we try to barge our way in they’ll relocate the goods far before we find them. Our only option is to infiltrate the gala,” Chrollo held up four envelopes to the moonlight, each sealed in a garish purple wax, “Shalnark will provide support from here and the rest of us will pose as guests,”

His gaze focused on the blonde manipulator, “Can you access the hunter website to find out who the captains of the security team are?”

“Consider it done.”

“Excellent. Pakunoda will track down the captain and learn where they’re keeping our target. It’s either stored in one of the safes below the ballroom or somewhere else in the building.”

He called back the attention of the two women in the back of the room, “Machi, Paku, you will both arrive together. I assume your nen will be enough to restrain the guard silently?” He asked, gesturing towards Machi specifically. She didn’t say anything, just gave him a curt nod.

You willed your voice not to break as you spoke, “Um.. boss?” Keeping a level gaze with Chrollo when his wide, dark eyes flickered over to yours was more than a challenge, “what are we stealing?”

He smiled, and your treacherous heart skipped a scattered beat.

“The last physical copy of a greek play hand-written by Homer himself. The Illiad. Some collectors would pay billions for just a chance to see it and it’s by far the supreme leader’s most priceless artifact at the treasury.” Everything started to click into place and you had to fight off a grin at the mention of your boss’ favorite thing to steal. Old books.

You nodded, bowing a bit further than necessary in an attempt to avoid his stare, “Understood.”

“Oh, and one other thing..” The sound of Chrollo saying your name was something you never heard often enough, the rarity only making it sweeter on your ears.

“Yes, sir?”

“You’ll be posing as my date for the gala. You and I will retrieve the play by ourselves.” If you weren’t turned to stone under his scrutiny you’re sure the panic would’ve been much more evident on your face.

It was immature to say you had a “crush on your boss,” but you absolutely did. Ever since you joined four years ago you couldn’t help but find him fascinating, and just a tiny bit attractive. But despite everything you were loyal to the Troupe first and foremost, you couldn’t let yourself get caught up in your emotions like some kind of schoolgirl.

Heart racketing against your chest, you found the nerve to speak, “Understood, sir.”

“Alright, we’ll leave for the party tomorrow after sunset. Meet me back here well before then so we can go over the details.”

The four of you all turned to leave, but the sound of Chrollo saying your name froze you mid-step, “Stay a bit longer. I need to discuss your plan for tomorrow now, if you don’t mind.”

Mutely, you nodded, and once the other three spiders had left the abandoned building you both stood in felt much smaller. A wisp of a smile fell over his face as he turned away from you to walk over to the hotel closet, the paneling chipped off from years of neglect. With a slightly dramatic flourish he drew back the door, watching the way your eyes widened.

A slim, black dress hung on a satin hook, layered with some kind of velvet lace at the ends that would trail to your thighs. You looked from the dress to Chrollo then back again, stuttering out a quick, “Thank.. you? Sir, I—“

“You don’t have to call me that, you know.”

You stayed silent, head a bit tilted in confusion, “Call you what?”

He nimbly took the dress from its hook, his approach towards you slow, the floorboards underneath him creaking with each hesitant step, “For this mission I’d be best if you called me Chrollo.”

The blush that wracked your cheeks was so prominent it was hard for Chrollo to not pity your embarrassment as you tried to string the syllables of his name together.

His fingers deftly grazed your shoulder as he held up the straps to your collarbone, humming in approval once he saw he’d matched your right size with what he bought, eyes and touch wandering over your skin a bit too long before pulling away, leaving the dress clutched in your hands.

Unwittingly, your eyes flickered towards his lips, indulging in your weakness briefly before looking away and stepping a few feet back, the distance between you far too close for comfort.

“Thank you, bo— Chrollo,” You corrected, trying to stare at anything but him, “I should.. should get going now,” Your grip on his present was tight as you sped past him, the hurry in your steps not lost on him as you fled, a smirk you couldn’t see lacing his face as you scurried away.

The Yul National Treasury was three stories high, five if you counted the two floors of hidden safes tucked into the earth below. You’d seen places that had taken your breath away as you travelled with the spiders, your recon skills making you more suited to this kind of espionage, but the luxury never failed to catch you off guard compared to the conditions you were used to.

This one might leave them all behind. The walls were a peachy stone all lined with silver plating and gilded archways. Balconies were filled with smiling socialites spilling their champagne as they laughed. The entryway was illuminated by hanging lights that draped from window to window, all along the branches and archways. The lights even strung around the armed guard towers clearly manned with machine guns, illuminating the polished weaponry for all to see.

‘You can do this, It’s just a mission,’ You drilled that thought into your head as you toyed with the ends of the pitch fabric.

You had arrived at the venue with Paku, the two of you going your separate ways as she reconvened with Machi, leaving you at the entrance to the party to wait for your boss.

Whenever he himself participated in a mission he sometimes arrived fashionably late, so you weren’t all that concerned. The night was peaceful, a waning moon barely illuminating the dark foliage that surrounded the pathway towards the party and it was easy to get distracted in the lull of the evening.

“You look beautiful,” The voice made your head shoot up, looking to see Chrollo, a soft smile on his face and arm outstretched towards you, “are you ready?”

As you locked one hand around him you clawed your fingernails into the other, desperately hoping the pain would distract your body from the pounding of your chest. The walk to the front door felt longer that it was, your doubts eating away at every inch of your nerves, each step somehow felt inadequate to your self-sabotaging brain.

Before you could follow that rabbit hole any longer you had arrived, the opened doors to the gala manned by about thirty guards, all using normal guns as far as you could tell. Chrollo handed one of the soldiers his two wax-dipped invitations, cracking the seals and glancing over each of their credentials. They must’ve been legitimate invites or damn good forgeries because the soldier stepped back, giving his man the go-ahead to let you both through.

If the outside was impressive the interior was even more so, with curved marble staircases leading away from the main ballroom and those same strings of light connecting to the ceiling like webs. The other attendants had clearly dressed to impress, with pearls and expensive silk all bleeding from their gowns and suits. Ironically enough, although both you and Chrollo had worn relatively simple black numbers for the event, the two of you had stolen enough wealth over the years to buy whatever these aristocrats were wearing twenty times over, but none of them suspected a thing.

The silence between the two of you was deafening, especially under the chattering voices of the crowd, only broken when your boss nodded towards your 3 o'clock, “There.”

In the far back of the room was a man wearing a golden coat adorned with countless medals and pins that you suspect he hadn’t actually won, his arms slung around two girls who were both clearly feigning interest in whatever the man had to say.

You recognized him from the debriefing immediately to be Markus Ano, the supreme leader of Yul.

“Go.” Chrollo whispered that last part into your ear, a shiver going down your spine.

Once you were away from your crush it was far easier to keep a clear head, taking a few deep breaths and fully summoning your nen as you strode towards your target.

When you joined the Troupe all those years ago Phinks had joked how your abilities were, in his words, “A man’s worst nightmare.” As soon as you entered the building your En had begun to slowly spread throughout the entire room. In simple terms, once your En had filled a room you could activate your ability on anyone, simple eye contact being all it takes to make them ever-more perceptible to your will. The caveat being that if they looked away from you, your influence over them would slowly fade away.

‘Its effects should be strong enough by now,’ You decided, the distance between you and the leader’s not-so-secret bodyguards disguised as nearby guests growing smaller by the second.

“Hold it,” One of his guards stopped you, his grip tight on your upper arm before slacking as you gave him a doe-eyed look.

“Please sir, I’d love to meet the Supreme leader, if it’s alright?” It was admittedly funny how fast the guard nodded, guiding you gently over to his boss’ side.

The ruler was watching the two of you from his gilded couch, interest piqued as he glowered over your body, “And who might you be?”

You gave him the most polite bow you could, the custom common in Yul, leaving him unabashedly staring at your chest; the gross sensation it inspired in your gut all too familiar by now. You’re not even sure he heard your fake name when you told him.

Locking your gaze onto his, he was done for, going so far as to shove the two girls off of him, though they didn’t seem unhappy at having an excuse to leave.

“I’m new in Yul, sir, It’s an honor to meet you, I’ve heard so many stories...” The flattery worked like a charm, Ano patting the now empty spot beside him and you were sure not to break a moment of eye contact even as you sat down.

“Tell me, who are you with?” He obviously didn’t recognize you among the crowd of his aristocratic friends.

You gave him a forlorn sigh, nodding your head towards another corner of the room, “My date was the minister of Targon, but he’s gone off somewhere, leaving me all alone...”

“What an idiot he was, then, for leaving a lady like you,” You’d decided your nen had been in effect long enough for you to drop the charade if the lovestruck glaze in his crinkled eyes was anything to go by, merely leaning to briefly whisper your suggestions into his ear to keep up appearances for anyone watching.

“Send your main forces to the west back gate, there’s been a disturbance... but ask for the captain of the guard to meet you by the second left exit, alright?”

“But... what about—“ He must’ve had at least a little mental fortitude to achieve his position, enough to repel your abilities for about three seconds. Not bad for someone who didn’t know about nen.

You slid you hand to his cheek, tilting him forward to look at you, each second making the breathing in his chest more ragged by the second.

As you blew a soft kiss towards Ano it was apparently his breaking point, ripping out his phone and quickly calling up his captain. While your new lapdog was busy barking out your orders you shrugged off his side, pretending to spot someone among the crowd.

“Oh, there’s my date now! It’s truly been a pleasure, Mr. Ano, thank you for keeping me company!” Hopping off the chair, you gave him a quick bow for the witness’ sake and left your spot on the couch. He was about to call out for you to wait only to realize he had completely forgotten your name. By the time he’d fallen from your trance you were long gone, one face among many.

Your part had gone off without a hitch, Pakunoda and Machi should be restraining the guard captain any second now. All that was left is for him to spill where the greek play was being kept and it would be up to you and Chrollo to retrieve it.

“Quite a show,” Speak of the devil.

Chrollo took his place in step behind you, a strange energy to him that wasn’t there before, just as you were growing comfortable around him, “Any word from Shal?” You asked.

He shook his head, discreetly checking his earpiece to be sure the device was still on, “Not yet.”

“Well, what should we do in the meantime?” You were only half curious, expecting a simple command to stand by like usual.

Instead he outstretched his hand, the steel of his eyes softer than you’d ever seen before, “Dance with me.”

You blinked, waiting for the punchline, only to be met with silence and an open invitation to the main floor.

“But you...” It was nearly impossible to find the right words with him, each question sounding wrong, “why?”

The corners of his lips tilted into a smile, heat blooming from your chest at the rare, honest sight, “Why not?”

You didn’t trust your voice not to crack so you kept quiet as you slowly took his hand. There was something in the way he carried himself that made your lingering doubts fall away, his confidence infectious as he effortlessly lead you to the floor and let his hand fall to your waist.

“Chrollo, I don’t.. I’m not good at dancing.” Especially not whatever classical number the other guests were a part of.

He chuckled, pulling your hand onto his shoulder, “I’ll teach you,” you gripped the dark fabric of his blazer as a way to steady yourself, the violins escalating over the course of the concerto, “It’s only four steps, just follow my lead.”

He was patient with you, carefully guiding you into a steady pattern, your steps miraculously falling into sync with his. You couldn’t’ve helped the shaky laugh bubbling from your chest as you slowly got the hang of it, the proud look on Chrollo’s face just made it more surreal.

It was as if everything else began to melt away like candle wax; the judging socialites, the mission, and even your dedication to keeping your infatuation with Chrollo under wraps. Dancing with him was almost as easy as breathing.

Looking up from between the two of you and moving without his steps for guidance was as much of a reward as it was a mistake. Seeing the look on his face almost made you trip, saving yourself at the last minute from falling into his chest. If he noticed your stumble he was kind enough not to mention it. Chrollo was looking at you like you were the only person in the room, his eyes alight and hiding a million things he wouldn’t say just yet. You were too far gone to even try to hide the blush dusting across your face.

It was over all too soon, the gleam in his eyes suddenly focusing into the hardened iron you were used to.

“What is it?” He didn’t answer you right away, guiding the two of you off the dance floor until you began to make your way through the crowd.

“Machi and Paku dealt with the guard, there’s been a change of plans.”

That was never good. “What happened?”

“The Illiad isn’t being kept in any of the vaults. It’s in Markus Ano’s private study on the fifth floor.” His voice was hushed, a tone only you could hear as he tugged you close to his side, the gravity of the situation all that kept you from focusing too much on that detail.

You cursed, hoping the order Ano sent out on your behalf was enough to get most of the security out of the building so the two of you could get to the study undetected, “Does Shalnark have the upper floor plans or access to the cameras?”

Chrollo repeated your question into his hidden transceiver and nodded back after a moment, “He says there’s an unguarded stairwell in the east hallway.”

Grinning, you gestured forward, “Then lead the way, boss.”

The corridors were thankfully empty as you followed, checking each stairway before heeding whatever directions Shal was feeding into your boss’ ear. After walking down a seemingly ordinary hallway on the fifth floor you were quick to notice the two guards still stationed in front of what you assumed must be the private study. The sound of a pen clicking under Chrollo’s thumb was all it took to tell you to fall back. He’d take them himself.

One of them slapped the other’s shoulder as the two of you approached, barking out some question as they raised their rifles, taking aim when neither of you wasted a response. You made no move to block or dodge, knowing just how capable the head of the spiders could really be.

Before either of them could pull the trigger Chrollo was at their sides, the ballpoint of his pen snug in the left guard’s jugular, simply cracking the other’s neck to avoid a trail of blood. The right one crumbled to the floor and where he once stood your date held out his palm, the worn pages of Bandit’s Secret appearing between his fingertips.

“I’ll summon the Indoor Fish to take care of the bodies. You should look for the book while they work.” You nodded, slipping inside and being sure to shut the door behind you, not wanting to be seen as fair game to the conjured carnivores.

Ano’s study was filled with treasures, some framed and some propped on pedestals but all interesting in their own right. Foreign riches stolen or bought lined the shelves like an auction hall catalogue, but none of them resembled what Chrollo was after.

That is, until you noticed what was sitting open near Marcus’ desk.

The pages themselves were frail and peach-toned from age but as you tilted the parchment in the light you saw how the gold lining of the edges still reflected as brightly as it had a thousand years ago. The bindings themselves were a polished bronze, restored by some professional curator under Ano’s patronage until the golden lettering stood out even in the dim husk of the study.

Curiously, you looked at the page your host had left open, the scene of war and bloodshed drawn beside the texts so captivating you barely noticed the sound of the door opening and your date stepping through, Bandit’s Secret nowhere to be seen.

You held up the book for him, smiling once you saw the childlike gleam in Chrollo’s eyes that always shined once he made another conquest, some begotten treasure that he’d cherish for a while before selling it off on the black market. He was like a kid asking for his toy back as he reached to take it from you.

He held the book with a reverence, fingers skimming over the gold of the title, “Remarkable...” He muttered.

You couldn’t help but smile unsteadily, the dance from earlier that night playing at the forefront of your mind as you asked, “Chrollo?”

“Hm?”

“If you... I mean—” It was an awful feeling whenever you stuttered around your boss. He was always so brilliantly concise, each word perfectly in place; so whenever you were unfortunate enough to trip over your words it made you feel like your faults stood out all the more.

You looked down at your shoes, “I can’t exactly read this language. So would- I mean if you’re not busy...”

He looked up from the play, patient with your nervous disposition, whispering your name in a quiet hush, “What is it?”

Closing your eyes, you forced the sentence out of your throat, “Would you read it to me sometime? The.. play?”

He blinked, briefly silent as he took in your words, and from that you assumed the worst, frantically trying to play off your request with a wave of your hands, “Not- no, sorry, boss— that was weird, I just—“

“—It’s alright,” His voice was so quiet, just barely loud enough for you to hear, “I’d be happy to.”

“Are you sure?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Chrollo had seemed so unapproachable when you first joined the Troupe, his power an entire league of its own. Saying you admired him would be putting it lightly. And yet here he still gave you the time of day.

Your laugh was as shaky as your heartbeat, half from disbelief and half in joy, having trouble comprehending the warmth that spread down your fingertips and up your neck, dousing your cheeks red. His eyes never left yours, completely enraptured with the effect he had on you.

Your moment together was short-lived as the both of you seized up at the very noticeable sound of loud footsteps from down the hall. The footsteps were in sync, marching towards the room you took refuge in.

‘How did they find out we were here?’ You didn’t have time to speak, thoughts interrupted by the feeling of Chrollo’s hand gripping your wrist, yanking you with him towards the back of the study. He scanned the room quickly before zeroing in on what must’ve been a storage closet, doors revealing a small room stacked with cleaning supplies.

He pulled you inside with a sharp tug, the darkness of the closet overtaking you as he locked it shut behind, suddenly very able to hear even the minutia of his breathing in such close quarters. Luckily you didn’t have to focus on it for long as what sounded like a small squadron of guards entered the study.

“Sir, we insist you stay here until the intruders are dealt with,” Even in darkness the two of you locked eyes after hearing that. Had Paku or Machi been captured? Unlikely, but what else could they mean? “They’re still putting up some resistance at the west gate, it’s not safe yet.”

You immediately recognized the voice that responded, “Come now, It’s my own party! I won’t let a few terrorists ruin my good mood.”

None of the security detail made their way to the back of the study, abundantly clear that whatever they were here for, they weren’t looking for you. The connection between the diversion you’d made up and the events transpiring began to click together in your brain.

“Please, Sir, just stay here for another twenty minutes or so. They clearly weren’t prepared for our assault, we should have them cleaned up soon.” It was almost too hilarious to be true. Had another mercenary company other than the Phantom Troupe descended on Markus’ gala? Chrollo had said he was taunting the entire criminal underground with the event after all, but you had no idea they were going to come from the west gate, it had just been the first direction you thought of.

You scoffed as quietly as you could and it was almost as if Chrollo could see you smile even in the pitch black. “What a coincidence,” You murmured, careful not to speak too loud, “I can’t believe I guessed that right.”

“I should learn to trust your instincts more often then.” He joked, his voice a beguiling hush of its former self, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Your mouth opened and closed but nothing managed to escape, his overwhelming presence in the crowded room growing more apparent by the second.

“What’s wrong?” You weren’t able to answer him for a few seconds, wracking your brain for an answer that wasn’t ‘I want to know what kissing you feels like.’

“N-othin’ boss...” Even you weren’t convinced by that one. He hummed and eventually your eyes began to adjust to the darkness until you could get a clearer look at him. The two of you were as close as you had been when he danced with you what felt like hours ago, noticing how his wide eyes never left yours.

“I thought I told you to call me by my name?” He asked incredulously, a smug smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. For the briefest moment you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes flick over to your lips, but you quickly tried to brush it off as a trick of the lighting.

You blinked, “But that’s just for the mission, right?”

“Darling,” It was surprising that he didn’t notice the almost deafening sound of your heartbeat echoing through the confines of the closet, “from now on...”

As he took a step closer you couldn’t move, your legs weak beneath you as he pressed against your trembling frame, one arm keeping you caged against the wall and reveling in the squeak it drew out of you.

“When we’re alone?” Hovering his lips over your ear as he breathed the words against your temple, “I want you to call me Chrollo.”

In retrospect, you weren’t thinking clearly before you kissed him. It was like a compulsion, your conscience having no say over your fingers as you pulled him to your lips by the lapels of his suit. Despite all your screaming nerves and lingering doubts you somehow felt that if you didn’t do this now he could slip through your fingers again for good.

In all the years you’ve known your leader this was the first time you’d seen him stunned into silence, your impulsive confidence starting to backfire on your own brain.

You hastily shoved yourself away from him, shame pooling in your gut as you scrambled to apologize, “Chrollo, I’m- Fuck, I’m so sorry I wasn’t thinki—“

He cut you off by cupping his hand over your mouth, backing you further into the wall. Your boss raised a finger to his lips, shushing you with such a fond expression it actually helped you calm down. Tilting his raven hair to the door, he gestured to the guards outside who thankfully didn’t hear your hushed outburst.

“You’re terrified, aren’t you?” That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting him to say but you hesitantly nodded nonetheless.

Chrollo’s grip on your mouth went slack, his fingertips running over the plush of your lips, “Why?”

“I’m scared that I’m crossing a line.”

It was the simplest way you could put it, words hanging undisturbed in the air for a few moments before he could respond, “If that’s what you believe, then I’ll cross it myself.”

In the blink of an eye he’d trapped one hand in your hair, the other pulling you close by your waist and into a suffocating kiss. His lips were warmer than you thought they’d be but just as soft as you imagined; turning you into a petrified mess beneath him, brain short circuiting as his tongue held on to yours.

You pulled away first as the stinging in your lungs became too much to bear. As you tried to catch your breath you saw his expression, eyes dilated and lips slightly stained with the color of your lip tint.

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you looked up at him as best you could in the darkness, “So does this mean you like me too?”

“Christ,” He pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, frustration lacing the way he said your name, “how could I make myself clearer?”

It was possible he could see the blush you were wearing even in the black lighting of the closet from how hot it spread. When he kissed you again there wasn’t a shred of hesitation or self-doubt left to overthink, his confession ringing in your head like the sweetest music you’ve ever heard. It wasn’t like any timid kiss of a new relationship, it was eager, raw, and long overdue.

His knee found its way between your legs, the friction everything you’d been craving and more, keening moans devoured by his lips before they could reach outside the closet door.

“Wait.. Chrollo, stop,” He froze, eerily still with an unreadably tense look on his face.

The voice that had been so laced with desire only a minute ago was gone, “Are you alright?”

“Wha- Yes, I-I’m fine, we just can’t do this here.”

He blinked in an owlish way that you’d call cute if he wasn’t being so flippant, “Why not?”

“What do you mean ‘why not?’” You hissed, pointing to the door and the entourage that awaited you beyond it.

You felt his lips curve into a smirk against your cheek, angling your jaw up until he spoke in a whisper, his hushed breath against your skin sending another wave of heat to your gut, “If they interrupt us,” Chrollo’s grip grew tighter, snapping you forward and forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them.”

“But... what about the escape plan? If they hear us—” He clicked his tongue and the hand that had been resting on your waist dipped between your legs, cupping you harshly through the black fabric of the dress, clasping your hand over your mouth to staunch the sharp whimper it brought out.

“Then you should try to stay quiet.” He led a trail of kisses down the curve of your neck, smiling as he felt you begin to relax under his grip, eyes fluttering open and shut from his touch.

He pulled his hand away, bunching the satin of your dress up your thighs until his fingertips ran along the soaked material of your panties.

“So wet for me, Darling,” It was all you could do to keep your voice down as he slipped his fingers under the waistline of the fabric, his breathing uneven as he toyed with the soft heat of your cunt, hovering kisses over your collarbone but keeping his gaze on yours as he asked, “how long have you thought about this? Thought about me?”

“A few months-ah—!” You were barely able to cover your squeak in time as he bit down on the vulnerable flesh.

“Liar.”

He read you like a book. At your juvenile silence that followed his remark he just sighed and started pulling his hand away, the absence of his fingertips on your clit enough to burn off what little shame you had left.

Screwing your eyes shut, you caved, “Since I joined the Troupe!” He paused at your hushed outburst, lips parted in what might’ve actually been surprise as you melted into his touch, “I’ve wanted you for years, Chrollo.”

“That long...” The blissful pressure on your clit was back and you would’ve doubled over if it weren’t for his grip holding you down. Your eyes were still shut so it took you by surprise as his next words sounded further away than the last, “I’ll have to apologize for keeping you waiting.”

Opening your eyes to see the leader of the Phantom Troupe on his knees in front of you, pulling your ruined garments down your legs with a starving glint in his irises was a sight you’d never forget. Not to be outdone when he ran his tongue along your lips, biting into your palm to hold back the whine of your voice.

“Fuck,” He cursed, a rarity for your composed boss and the raspy tremor of it only made your thighs widen. His eyes flickered to your trembling legs that didn’t seem to be capable of supporting your weight any longer, an imaginary lightbulb flicking above the darkened room. With an unnerving kind of strength he hooked his hand under your leg and locked it around his head, becoming all too aware of the heat of his breath against the soft curve of your thigh, settling it comfortably on his shoulder.

“You’re shaking,” He observed, lining a row of chaste kisses along the plush skin, “are you still nervous, Darling?”

Both of you knew he was wrong, and he proved it by leaning further closer to the ache between your legs, tongue prodding at your sensitive clit, “Or are you just that desperate for me?”

“—Chrollo, please,” The growl in your throat was almost enough to catch him off guard, lightly banging the back of your head against the wall out of bratty frustration, “For once in your life, shut up.”

He laughed faintly against your cunt, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your stomach before intoning a delicate, “As you wish.”

The first drag of his tongue had your back arching against the closet wall, the needy sigh he groaned against you sending another tide of heat into your bloodstream. He wasn’t as careful with you now, pace quickly overwhelming as his hands dug future bruises into your malleable flesh.

Your lungs hated being cooped up by your hand as you tried to stay quiet, a few honeyed pleas slipping through your fingers. There was a part of you still vacantly panicking at the compromising position you were in, the thought that one wrong move would be all it took to have the guards outside breaking down the door. You weren’t scared of them hurting you, god no, you were a member of the Phantom Troupe, a few armed guards would be nothing against you. That still didn’t mean you necessarily wanted an entire squadron of soldiers seeing you at your most vulnerable, coming undone at Chrollo’s sinful touch.

Dark strands of hair carded through your fingers as you basked in his attention, the warming knot in your stomach ever closer to snapping. His free hand dipped below the one supporting your thigh and carefully slipped two fingers inside you, curling them up and smiling at your muffled cries.

The reality of the situation was almost overwhelming, the desperation in your grip eased when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking the bud between his teeth. Your chest was heaving with the effort to keep still and silent even under his torture.

“Shit, Chrollo,” You whined lowly.

“Hm? What is it, love?” The new nickname was enough to make you crumble.

Even though it pained you to do so you wrenched his face away, nerves outraged at your body’s decisions. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but the stunning view of Chrollo Lucilfer, one of the most dangerous men in the entire world, below you with lips shiny and wet with your slick, was definitely giving you a power trip.

Summoning up what courage you had left, you shut your eyes and whispered, “Chrollo, Please just fuck me already.”

He didn’t move for a second, eyes black with want, but before you could beg any further he’d already rose to stand over you again while he made quick work of his belt. The clinking of metal was far too loud for your predicament but it wasn’t long before you were forgetting all about the assault team waiting outside. Once he unzipped his pants low enough to free himself from his briefs it was hard to think about anything else.

Without much effort he held your waist up to his own with one hand and lined himself between you with the other; not even his unshakeable resolve enough to completely stifle a groan as you eagerly wrapped your legs around him, trapping him closer.

He hissed as you dragged your aching walls down his cock and your pupils flared at the strained moan hot against your ear, “Look at yourself, Darling. Such a fragile little thing for me, so eager to have me inside of you...” His words trailed off as the he softly ground the leaking head of his cock onto your puffy clit.

“You’ve got quite the crush on me, haven’t you?” Chrollo’s kisses turned sharp as he bit along your shoulder and up the trembling climb of your neck.

The pleas you babbled were half illegible, teeming with the unbearable desire you’d kept dormant for years finally earning its due. As he began to push into you he took your lips in his, hiding each of your whorish moans in his mouth. It was almost surreal. You’d fantasized about this moment on and off for so long that to finally feel him pull your hips closer and stifle a groan into your tongue was shooting sparks down your spine. You eventually had to break away for air, panting madly as you rest on the wall for balance.

“Chr...oh-ah, shit, feels so good, Chrollo,” You whimpered, tucking your head onto his shoulder

When he said your name you almost came then and there, a vulnerable need in his voice you hadn’t heard before as he whispered it like gospel, “Goddamnit.. you’re so tight—“

You couldn’t wait for him any more, locking your thighs around him and drawing him flush with your waist as he audibly choked from the wet plush of your cunt. It stung for a moment but after ripping off that band-aid all you felt was full.

He couldn’t stop himself at that point, digging bruises into your thighs as he shallowly rut his hips against yours and tugged you down the wall to take you deeper.

Trying to regain his composure, he evened out his thickly voice and hushed soft praise into your ear, “Do you feel that, love? Feel me here?” He accentuated his words by curving one hand down to your stretched pussy, his palm intentionally pressing down on your abdomen as he curled precise circles onto your clit.

The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt, the moan it brought falling far too loud from your kiss-bitten lips. With a jolt of his wrist his hand was pressed against your mouth, head tilted towards the door.

“Wh.. Ivon, did you hear that?” A voice spoke from outside, and your heart fell into your stomach.

Blood was pounding in your ears as you waited for the guard’s response, eyes tearing up while mentally kicking yourself over the slip up.

The man who you could reasonably assume to be Ivon replied, “Yeah? James was just talking about the one of the guests. Did you hear somethin’ else?”

“No, I just thought I..” The guard trailed off, voice already muffled through the wood of the door.

Your eyes snapped open, glaring at Chrollo as he began to move your hips back onto his. Despite the nervous tremor that still wracked your core you couldn’t help but take a kind of sick pleasure in it. The fear of your enemies finding you was exhilarating your twitching body in a way you couldn’t imagine. Sparks caressed your limbs as he dragged himself inside you, igniting a fiery need in his wake.

He watched your muffled reactions with a cheshire grin, pleased to no end. His lips were parted from the friction, sweat beading under the cloth of his bandages, the lewd clap of skin on skin echoing faintly through the storage closet. You might’ve been a mess for him but the way his skin was flushed and his breathing stuttered as he snapped into you was enough to tell that he was close. You keened against his fingers, clenching tight around him and taking in the enticing way he shuddered.

Whatever cries you tried to make were gagged by his hand as he rubbed circles along your clit with the other. All at once the wall felt like it crumbled to dust behind you as you pulled him as close as It was the final push you needed to come undone, spasming and screaming into his hand as he left wet kisses along your neck.

Through the haze of your orgasm you couldn’t feel Chrollo take his hand off your mouth to dig his fingertips into your hips, desperately chasing his own release.

You heard him stifle each breathy curse and harsh groan into your neck, the oversensitivity enough to have you crying out from the numbingly hot friction. His teeth found solace in your jugular as he came, eyes pinched while he finished inside you, choking out the last fragments of his pleasure against your racing pulse.

It took you about two seconds before you realized what you’d done.

“Wait, what the— fuck?” A different voice said, the distinct sound of a magazine clipping into its holster echoing from beyond the closet.

Before you could panic Chrollo was pushing his index finger to your lips, a soft shush from your boss all it took to make you realize everything would be fine.

“I kne- hey James, get over here!” Ivon shouted, several pairs of boots crowding towards the closet door.

He set you carefully down to the ground, your legs wobbling under the weight and the sensation tingly on the undersides of your feet after being held in the air for so long, your boss pressing an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead before collecting his bearings.

“This won’t take long, love.” He assured, locking an errant strand of hair behind your ear. Chrollo hadn’t actually taken any of his clothes off, something you resolved to change the next time you did this, and was already tucking himself back into his pants and brushing down his clothes to look at least semi-presentable.

“Whoever the fuck is in there, get out here now. This area is off-limits to guests!” You scoffed from your place on the floor, a blissed out smile on your face as you enjoyed the afterglow.

Chrollo feigned innocence as he answered, cautious to keep your exposed body out of their sight as he cracked open the door, “I’m coming out, there’s no need to panic..”

From where you sat you saw him summon Bandit’s Secret in the hand still obscured by doorway, flicking to a particularly nasty ability without even craning his neck to read which page he had turned to. You almost felt sorry for Ano and his guards. Almost.

As you began hunting down your underwear the noises of blood-curling screams filled the next room, the splatter of gore and thump of fallen limbs all too recognizable sounds in your line of work. You just managed to snatch your panties off the ground right before the steadily increasing pool of blood from under the door managed to reach it, a new red stream trickling in from the study.

You pulled your look together, trying to fan down the mess of your staticky hair as much as possible before Chrollo opened the door again, not a single drop of red visible on his suit.

Both Markus Ano and his guards had all been split into pieces, their organs hacked by the unknown energy in one of your boss’ many stolen hatsu and you found yourself having a hard time matching together Ano’s face with the rest of his torso. Covered in a sea of red, they all looked the same at this point.

“Well this sucks. How are we gonna get out of this?” You echoed, tiptoeing around the carnage to not get your new heels dirty.

Chrollo chuckled, holding out his arm just like he did earlier that night. It was easy taking it this time, none of the hesitance from before. As he led you past the doorway and into the still-empty hallway he explained, “There was an attack on the Yul treasury tonight but they don’t know we were ever here. If we don’t claim to anything I’m sure some rebel faction will take credit for our work soon enough.”

As you two wove your way down the hallways you weren’t even stopped by the guards who rushed upstairs at the sounds of screaming. To them it must’ve been impossible for two bloodless aristocrats to be the culprits, as by then you’d managed to blend your way into the crowd of confused guests. The party was as lively as you left it, the band playing a particularly triumphant melody as you escaped.

You almost scoffed as you walked out the front door, each guard none the wiser that their employer was currently littered across his study in chunks because of you; none of them even recognized the ten billion dollar play tucked safely under your arm. But you couldn’t blame them. After all, your attention wasn’t on the book either, but on the man beside you, completely enraptured by even the slightest smile on his face.

He might’ve had a good point earlier. You do have quite the crush on him.

#hxh #phantom troupe #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo lucilfer x reader #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer x reader smut #adultrio

[psychewithwings]

Sex Hcs | Adultrio

WARNING: mentions of group sex, blood play, breath play, dominance

Hisoka:

Is your name Gon?

No?

He probs don’t want you..

This man is really fucked up as far as sex goes

(we all knew that)

Imma assume that y’all are in a sort of relationship tho and that he’s kinda toned it down

But I don’t think he’d tone it down for anyone

Or really be in a relationship

Soz :/

Might give you compliments but only about how you’re a good little slut for him

Is really into 3 ways and orgies

Ya know a sexy pillow fight? He wants an actual fight

Into blood play

Wants to choke you, while you choke him

Violent sex for sure

Likes when you’re in pain

I hope you’re into that… stay safe and good luck babe

Illumi:

This man is a pillow princess He wants you to do the work

But he is NOT a sub

He tells you what to do and you better listen

If you don’t

He won’t punish you

He will just leave

And do something he deems better with his time

Like study medieval torture

Or just go on an assassination mission

When he comes back he will ask if you’re gonna be good

You learned your lesson

Sometimes he feels generous and he will finger you or go down on you for hours

But it’s not because he likes making you happy, its because he likes watching you squirm

He likes using torture tactics on you sometimes, but with pleasure, not pain

(unless you’re into that)

If he wants you to tell him something, he will edge you until you tell him

If he want you to do something, he will edge you until you agree to do it

He does not have special names for you

Just calls you by your name

Be good, and he will give you a good time

Chrollo:

I have been WAITING for this one

This man is Romantic and a DOMMMM

He will lay you down on your back and kiss you all over

He will ask if you trust him

He will ask you to tell him your safe words/sounds/touches

This man def has a sex dungeon

Will definitely collar you, if you’re into that

He would love to show you off every chance he got

Dress you up, and take you out

But he would take your panties from you and you’d have to earn them back

I said it in my other hc about him but….

If you tease him or misbehave he will make you cum in public

He loves how it humiliates you

But he would whisper to you that you’re a good girl while you cum all over his fingers

He will stick his fingers in your mouth to suck

Kind of discretely?????

He also loves making you get too loud

Like if the troupe are staying in close quarters he will make you scream in pleasure just so you have to face them the next day, knowing you woke them up

He will mark you where it’s visible because he likes anyone who sees you to know you belong to someone

He will let you ride him but he will say things like “I love how cute you are when you bounce on my cock… you can hardly control yourself”

It will take him a while before he can truly “make love”

It isn’t something he does often, even though he’s as fiery and passionate as 1,000 dying suns

Very good Dom, he is strict but gentle

And he loves you a lot

#adultrio #smut #illumi x reader #hisoka x reader #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter

[sawakochankitty]

You go on your first date with illumi. You make a joke about him. He pulls out a needle. You flinch. But his needle is a cake pop. He shares the cake pop needle with you. Lemon cake pops, how delectable

#illumi zoldyck #illumi #hunter x hunter #hxh #hunterxhunter #hisoka #adultrio #illumi x reader #headcanon #illumi headcanons #illumi headcanon #kurapika #leorio #gon #killua

[charming-2d-boys]

Adultrio helping their S/O relax after a stressful day

This is really self-indulgent because I'm juggling quite a few things right now and I need my own personal pick-me-up, so if anyone needs this, I hope it helps you as well 🤗

Chrollo

guess who loves hearing your voice even if you're complaining~

Chrollo will immediately sense if you're not feeling well and set about preparing what he knows relaxes you

he'll be pretty subtle about it, for example, if you're mumbling about what happened to yourself while moving around the house and you're still caught up in whatever is troubling you, Chrollo will quietly go to the kitchen to make you some tea

he knows that you'll feel better after a warm bath, so he just fills the bathtub and quickly decides on one of your favourite bath bombs

while you're probably trying to undress, he comes up behind you and hugs you, quietly coaxing you to get into the tub

the warm water feels like heaven and when he brings you your tea so it doesn't get cold, you can truly see and feel how much he cares about you

if you want to, Chrollo will stay with you, probably talking to you either about your day and troubles or whatever else if you want to take your mind off things

he'll cuddle the hell out of you and advise you and even help you organise everything so it's easier for you later on

12/10 would like him as their boyfriend

Hisoka

having a bad day? Want him to kill someone?

say no more 🏃💨

no, really, if you want him to kill someone, just tell him, he can't wait

Hisoka will hug you. Just...hug you really tight and bury his face in your neck and hair

like this, you'll know that he'll be there for you when you need him and help you however he can

he'll insist on taking a bath with you, no funny business (unless you want to)

oh, please, ask him to give you a massage when you're done

Hisoka's hands are warm and he loves touching you, it's a win-win situation

if you don't fall asleep during the massage, he'll cuddle you and put on a movie or series and try to distract you, but if you want to talk, Hisoka will listen quietly while running his fingers through your hair and over your back

he prefers distracting you from your troubles and is already planning on taking you out on a date the next day

stress can wait

Illumi

staaaaaaaare

not really, I mean, yeah, he stares, but he's trying to think of ways to help you

pretty much anything will be done by the butlers: bath, food, massage etc.

but, if you insist, despite his slight reluctance, Illumi will cuddle you

depending on how long you've been together for, he'll be a bit stiff or just relax because

1) it's you and he loves you

2) dude is touch-starved and loves your touch and warmth against his body

of course, if there's anything his influence and money as a Zoldyck can help with, he'll do it, unless you ask him not to

Illumi doesn't really know what to do (he doesn't seem to have ever really gone through stress or ever helped someone relax, y'know?), but bless his little pincushion heart, he's trying his best for you

in time, he'll learn how to deal with the fact that you're stressed sometimes and of course, the affectionate gestures will grow in intensity (only in private, though)

imagine coming home after a bad and stressful day and seeing Illumi waiting for you with literally open arms while he stares at you with a cute, little smile reserved just for you

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hisoka #hisoka morrow #hisoka x reader #hisoka morrow x reader #illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #hxh chrollo #hxh hisoka #hxh illumi #adultrio #hxh adultrio #hxh writing

[narrators-journal]

Yandere hxh adult trio with innocent and boring loli reader and short pavil. They like her voice, hair, skin and smell (all of her). How would they behave around her? and what would they do to cheer her up and how would they say i love you to a loli. (The loli is not smaller). (not poly). Thank you, I love your work.

I decided to change things up a bit with the format but I hope the message still carries through for you! 😊😅

Chrollo

He isn't exactly into loli's most of the time, but sometimes you can't help who you're attracted to. His only concern would be to ensure the person is of age. He doesn't mind that they're more petite and small, however, their hair was, and their voice was rather charming. So, he'd treat them well and maybe dote on them a bit, treating them like he would any other partner, though he might lean more towards a cuddly relationship and not a super sexual one. He'd try to cheer them up when they're upset using cuddles and affection and say 'I love you' through small intimate things like hand holding, snuggling, and just giving them attention

Illumi

Illumi's not picky, so as long as they don't have fertility issues, he won't care about their child-like appearance as long as they're an adult. Their appearance is appealing enough to him, so he'd be plenty affectionate, in his standards, and would give them gifts and small acts of service to cheer them up when upset. He'd use these same methods to say 'I love you' to this particular Darling.

Hisoka

He'd probably be the only one who'd be super into having a loli-esque darling, once again, as long as they're an adult. He doesn't have high standards with his sexual partners, just be entertaining in some fashion, but he does particularly enjoy more innocent-looking Darlings. He adores their smaller frame and scent, adoring the power difference between their physiques. He'd use sex to say he cares about them, maybe to cheer them up as well, but if they aren't exactly into that method of comfort, he would probably just leave them alone to get through it on their own.

#hxh #Hisoka morrow #Chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #Illumi Zoldyck #x reader #yandere #ask #adultrio

[filthyslashertoad]

Adult Trio helping their s/o that’s stressed

Hisoka Morow

Knows exactly what to do.

If you need to vent he’ll sit you in his lap and listen to you.

If you just wanna relax he’ll prepare a bath, get snacks, make you food, and will watch whatever you wanna watch.

Will cuddle you and comfort you.

Offers to take you out shopping and pamper you to make you feel better, but doesn’t mind staying home instead.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He’s used to taking care of the phantom troupe and their emotions, so he knows how to comfort you.

Gets the phantom troupe to steal you anything you want.

Plays with your hair and tells you everything is alright.

Cuddles you and let’s you fall asleep in his arms.

Illumi Zoldyck

Tries to figure out if anyone caused this stress and if they did he’ll kill them.

He’s not usually super affectionate, but he’ll hold you and either play with your hair or let you play with his hair.

Buys you whatever you want.

Will try and comfort you as best as he can.

#Hisoka Morow #Chrollo Lucilfer #Illumi Zoldyck #hisoka x reader #chrollo x reader #illumi x reader #headcannons #HxH #HxH adultrio

[softinkshadows]

drunken wrong room encounters w adultrio (x female reader)

Disclaimer: contains some lime-y content! HISOKA

The elevator at Heaven’s Arena dinged softly as its doors opened to the 200th floor. Flushed with a giddy smile on your face, your heart was full from the night’s festivities. Today you scored your 4th win on the 200th floor, and took to a nearby bar afterwards to celebrate. Being one of the only female fighters on the floor, you were swarmed with many fans; you smiled to yourself remembering  the cheers and ruckus from everyone at the bar, hands offering you yet another shot, loud hooting when you downed them all as you found yourself happily egged on to take one too many drinks. Thankfully the corridor was well-lit, if not you’d have trouble finding your way back to your room. You turned the door handle, going inside.  Did I forget to turn off the bathroom light? you wondered absentmindedly, kicking off your shoes. The room smelled a little different - sweeter? There was a scent of damask rose, but you brushed it off. You hummed a small tune as you started to undress yourself for the night, stripping yourself of your pants and outershirts (a little dirtied from the fight earlier) and laying them over the armchair at the room desk, finally only clad in a fitted neoprene tank top and underwear. You sighed a little, steadying yourself with the desk in order to stand up straight when you felt a rush of heat behind you. Strong arms pinned your hands to the desk as you felt the immobilizing weight of another body leaning against you from behind, the scent of roses now wafting heavily close. In your disorientation you felt the texture of a soft bath towel against your butt. “Eh?? Who the hell -” your protests were cut short as the strong limbs flipped you around, maintaining their grip on your wrists. “My, my, it seems like someone went into the wrong room.” A voice purred. You were spun around to face none other than the strongest fighter at Heavens Arena. His striking red hair fell in a damp tangle around his face, still dripping wet from the shower. Your eyes followed the thin trickles of water, as it fell onto his bare, sculpted torso. “Hi-hisoka!” you gasped aloud both in shock at in the embarrassment of the man who was barely clothed and leaning over you on the desk. You felt your face flush with warmth, your head still spinning from the effect of alcohol. He moved closer, golden eyes glinting with mischief, until his face was barely inches away from yours. “I saw your fight earlier, you were.. good,” he emphasized the last word, his lips curling into a smirk. The slight suggestiveness, his piercing eyes, the proximity of his body were enough to make you more flustered, as a strange heat began to pool in your abdomen. “Wait- wh-what is thi- I’m gonna kill y-you,” you stammered incoherently. Hisoka leaned towards your ear. 

“Would you like me to... stop?” he whispered, biting on your ear lobe. “A-ah!” you gasped, feeling a tinge of arousal creeping between your legs. He moved downwards to breathe lightly against your neck. “Yes...” he began, using his tongue to delicately trail your skin, travelling the length from your collarbone to your ear, “or no?” His tongue flicked your ear again. His fingers laced with yours, body pressing into you, the sensation of his tongue making you tremble as you felt the heat between your legs grow. “N-...Ye-..yes,” you struggled to form your words, your mind clouded with a feeling of confusion, irritation and pleasure, along with that heady scent of damask rose.  “Very well.” You heard a chuckle before you felt the world spin a little. Everything was a blur; you being carried bridal style - the lights and airconditioning of the corridor - another door opening and closing - the softness and familiarity of your own bed. You felt exhaustion begin to wash over you, barely making out Hisoka’s chuckled words before he closed the door. “As for a fight... I’ll do you anytime. Come to me when you’re ready, or when you want your clothes back.” ILLUMI “Y/N, are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your room?” Leorio asked, being the gentleman that he was. It was the 287th Hunter Exam, and you managed to clear the 4th round. Now all the participants who passed were on the airship headed from Zevil Island back to the Hunter’s Association building, and you and Leorio had taken to celebrating with rounds of indulgent drinking. “NAH IM OKAY!” you exclaimed exuberantly, even though you were clearly wasted. “Thanks for, y-your hard work todayyyyyyy, Leoleo!” “It’s Leorio!!” he yelled back, irritated but stifling a laugh, before walking towards the other residential wing of the blimp.  “Room 16...17...ah 18...?” you clambered around unsteadily, before finding the door knob. The room was dark save for a rectangular window on one wall, letting in some shafts of moonlight. The bed looked incredibly inviting after a long and tiring day, especially with the physical strain of the last exam round. White soft sheets and a thick fluffy duvet heaped on the large bed. At least there were some perks for getting this far, you thought. Standing by the side of the bed, you stretched your body in exhaustion and satisfaction. “Tsukaretaaaaa~ (trans: I’m so tired~~)” you breathed, removing all your clothes in one fell swoop, letting them fall noisily to the floor. You weren’t going to bother with a shower now, you could deal with that tomorrow. Now, you just needed some quality rest before you’d be raring to go for the last exam round the day after. You pulled the soft duvet up to your chin, ready to drift into deep sleep. Next to you, on the other side of the bed, something stirred. A soft, displeased voice grumbled, “Hisoka, what is it this time...” Someone got up and was now above you, legs on either side of your waist, forearms bent at right angles and pressed to the bed to hold themselves up. “I thought we agreed...” Illumi trailed off, looking down at the person he thought was in his bed, before realizing he had made a mistake. For a moment, he was stunned. “Huh?” “Haah?” You responded, in a drunken drawl. Through your flushed cheeks, and slightly blurred vision, you saw a beautiful man with deep raven-coloured eyes. Long black hair fell silkily down to the pillow, cascading like a veil over your head. You were vaguely aware of his arms on both sides of you, and the proximity of his body to yours, but it didn’t feel intrusive. There was almost a feline lightness to his features and limbs. You were certain that you’d never seen this man before, at least throughout the hunter exam, and you were so sure that you were dreaming. Illumi turned his head to look at the discarded clothes on the floor, before turning back to you. “Ah..” He then realized the state of you resting in his bed, and his eyes wavered a little, his heart leaping just a bit faster than usual. What should he do? How did years of assassin training not prepare him for this? At this point you had made a move to sit up slightly, the duvet falling a little further around you below your chest. “Um...”  his nimble fingers picking up the duvet to cover your chest, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. Enjoying every moment of what you were certain was a dream, you reached up to gently twine your slender fingers in his black hair. “So soft....” you remarked as you felt the strands, your eyes dazzling with awe and inebriation. Your hands made your way to his face, and your fingers moved along his brows, nose, before resting on his cheeks. “So soft~~” you squished his cheeks gently, giggling a little. W-wh-what was that? In a flash, the man above you moved away, and your hands grasped only at air. You sulked out loud a little before falling finally into slumber, letting out a small snore. At the other end of the bed, Illumi was awake, staring at the wall with a strange tingle in his chest, his ears unmistakably red. CHROLLO You’d just about had it. Seething with anger, you pressed your floor button in the hotel lift, leaning back to the wall with your arms crossed. You knew you would have to meet unsavoury people in your job as a reporter, but nothing had readied you for tonight’s event. This gala was attended by the supremely, grossly overpaid upper class, another fundraising event to line the pockets of yet another private trust. The pitiful looks they gave you, their derogatory comments...! Thankfully as part of the job you had a suite in the hotel that hosted the event, and you exploited the complimentary flow of alcohol too... You noticed your suite door ajar, and caught a glimpse of a service cart. Hmph, at least there’s additional room service too, you thought, pushing the door open to enter. The hotel maid caught a glimpse of you, cheeks red from all the wine and champagne, stumbling a little into the suite. Her eyes glanced over towards the master bedroom and back at you, turning embarrassed as if having understood something, before leaving the room hurriedly. 

“ANNOYING RICH PEOPLE!” you yelled to yourself, flinging your shoes near the doorway before collapsing on a large leather sofa. You looked out of the down to floor windows at the glimmering lights of the city, floating hazily before you. You felt one of your dress straps fall past your shoulders, and your black evening gown was already hitched up past your knees, but you didn’t really care. A sound of soft footsteps approached before you saw someone looking down at your lying figure. His black hair fell close to his shoulders, there was a funny cross tattoo on his forehead, his grey eyes piercing and inscrutable. Ah, you remembered him from the gala too, although he was alone most of the time, interacting only with a few select people. Now he had half unbuttoned the vest of his 3-piece suit, and was in the process of loosening his tie. His voice was gentle, but contained a trace of amusement. “Miss, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong room.” “NO YOU’RE IN THE WRONG ROOM!” you yelled in drunken stupor, not even making sense anymore. You sat up disheveled. “PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE ALL THE SAME, LOOKING DOWN ON OTHERS, USING PEOPLE LIKE THEY ARE TOYS AND THEN THROWING THEM AWAY. DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY HUMANITY?” you ranted, not realizing that he had taken a seat on the sofa near you. He propped his head up with one hand resting on the armrest, his eyes twinkling and he gazed at you. Even with his loosened tie, and a dress shirt tucked out, there was something alluring about him, drawing you deeper into an abyss. You couldn’t tell if it was dangerous or just seductive. You didn’t even hear the words you were saying. “AND DAMN YOU AND YOUR GOODLOOKING FACE.” He chuckled to himself, before looking back into your eyes with his steely grey ones.  “And how shall people like me be punished?” he asked softly. You found yourself climbing into his lap, your tousled hair now falling a little out of your bun, you knees between his, as you leaned close to his face. You felt the heat of his body below yours. “LIKE THIS.” Without warning, you raised your hand, and gave his forehead a quick and powerful flick. He didn’t even blink, although his eyes registered some kind of shock. Then Chrollo burst out into a small laugh, running his fingers through his hair. So amusing, he thought to himself. Perhaps I can enjoy myself tonight.

Feeling a little mocked, you continued, spurred by embarrassment, “Y-YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU? NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY, YOU’RE JUST... EMPTY!” 

Before you knew it, suddenly you were on you back, and Chrollo’s hands gripped both of yours, pinning you down hard. Your words had struck a nerve. Surprised from the movement and his reaction, you were speechless, your cheeks now a little warmer when you realized the position you were in, your dress now hiked up almost to your waist. “Perhaps I can prove you wrong,” he whispered, leaning so close both your lips were almost touching. Chrollo knew, from all the women that threw themselves at him throughout the gala, that any of them would immediately take this chance now. He was craving a little release after all, and by this point, no one would refuse.  Then, you stared at him, face red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, and stuck out your tongue defiantly like a child. With your hands pinned above you, you looked away, pouting. S-so cute! One of Chrollo’s hands flew to shield his face momentarily to stifle a laugh, and a discernible blush covered his cheeks. He stood up from the sofa and straightened out his shirt, walking into the bedroom before returning with an extra duvet. By then, you had dozed off asleep, and he glanced at your weary form. Such an amusing, vulnerable creature. He chuckled, laying the duvet gently over you. “Sleep well tonight, my dear. I’ll be with you in the morning when you wake.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: I wanted to write the last Chrollo-only one for the previous situation, but somehow this floated into my mind. I found myself internally screaming when writing the Illumi portion becos Hiso-Illu just dropped so casually I’m like... sometimes I’m glad I have this brain 

#adultrio #adultrio x reader #hisoka morow #illumi zoldyck #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka morow x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh