𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Yandere Chrollo x Reader [Restraint]

Top!Chrollo

Bottom!Y/N

Author: ddarkerdreams (on ao3)

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All you can hear are the sporadic breaths that leave your body. Time has passed, but you cannot tell how much. You can't even open your eyes, being met with darkness from what you assume is a blindfold. The deceptively soft fabric has left it impossible to understand where you are.

Whenever you manage to move, a gentle rattling reminds you of the cold metal against your ankle. You curse yourself. This was your fault, wasn't in? If you had just continued to play along with him, this wouldn't have happened to you. You had doubted your plan at the time, it had caused you immense anxiety and worry.

It was so much better before this.

The pitiful thoughts filling your mind were interrupted by a sound of distant footsteps. Immediately, your muscles stiffen. Squeezing your eyes shut, you can only hope he believes you're asleep; and promptly leaves you alone.

The footsteps get closer. You feel an added weight to the bed you were sprawled out on. Immediately, you ceased any movement, and attempt to steady your breathing.

Goosebumps dot your skin as a soft hand strokes your shoulder. It's impossible not to wince at the unexpected sensation, causing the hand to stop for a moment.

"I'm sorry to wake you."

The voice is deep, and smooth. You know it all too well.

Chrollo.

You don't say anything, not wanting to provoke him. He's never physically hurt you, but you don't want to find out when that'd end. The worst thing he does: is the mind games. In staying quiet, you hope he'll leave you alone.

A few moments pass, and his hand begins to gently explore your skin.

"You're still upset with me... that's understandable," he pauses. "But know this. This is your fault, not mine. You were the one who tried my patience."

You can no longer bite your tongue.

"You... motherfucker. What the fuck do you mean by that? I didn't want this, I didn't want any of this–"

It's subtle, but the room almost seems colder. You cut yourself off. Chrollo was always so in control of himself. It's even worse now, that you can't see him. His face was impossible to read.

But you can tell his eyes are boring into you.

"How long do you intend to act like this?" Chrollo inquires, his voice ever steady. He almost sounds curious, which makes your blood boil.

"For as long as I live."

For a moment, there's silence. But you ears are greeted with a short laugh, airy and free. You ball your hands up into a fist, and grit your teeth.

You can feel him getting closer, as much as you wish he'd give you space. The sensation of his hand touching you is gone, instead, replaced with something even softer. His lips.

He gently presses them against the crook of your neck. Chrollo must be able to tell how fast your heart is beating, and you damn yourself for it. It's just a physical reaction that you have no control over – but you know it'd be enough to please him nonetheless.

You can feel him softly breathing against your skin. His mouth moves up from your neck, slowly and deliberately. You flinch as he moves closer to your ear, eventually stopping.

"It's more beneficial if you stop acting so defiant," he whispers, your body shaking. "I'll reward you if you're good for me."