#feitan fic

[mamayan]

YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!

TOUCH

⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️

MDNI•18+

Trigger warnings!

This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia

You have been properly warned and notified of what this work contains. If anything above offends or triggers you, please do not continue reading. Don’t make me waste my time writing all this out only for someone to read and get offended when all the warning literally tell them what is in this. You reading this confirms you are 18+ years of age, meaning a consenting adult agreeing to proceed and consume this content, do not come after me or report me because you aren’t capable of managing yourself.

I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!

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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.

The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.

He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.

He sat in his usual spot.

Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.

His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.

It mattered hardly at all at this point.

You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?

It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.

Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.

It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

Outside was duller than your mind remembered.

You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.

You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.

Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.

A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.

When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.

“Still want to die?”

You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.

You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.

Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.

Only a little.

“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.

It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.

It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.

“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.

His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.

Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.

Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.

You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.

Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.

You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…

You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.

He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.

Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.

He just kept observing you.

Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.

Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.

Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.

“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.

“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.

“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.

“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?

You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.

This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.

Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.

“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.

The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.

This was insanity.

He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.

“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.

It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.

For once, you dreaded him stopping.

Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.

“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.

“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.

“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.

You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.

“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.

Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.

Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.

It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?

The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.

It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.

Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.

You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.

“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.

“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.

“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.

His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.

“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.

You should cry and beg for him to stop.

Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.

Debauched.

His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.

“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.

He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.

“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.

“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.

Like a good little pet.

You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.

He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.

“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.

He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.

Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.

“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.

His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.

“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.

“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.

��My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.

You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.

Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.

You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.

“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.

“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.

You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.

You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.

“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.

“I-I don’t understand…”

“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.

“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.

“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.

“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.

“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.

It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.

#HxH #18+ please #Hunter x Hunter #Feitan Porter #Feitan x reader #mdni #Feitan smut #Feitan fic #not edited sorry not sorry #soft! Feitan #yandere Feitan #Yan! Feitan #Phantom Troupe #Yandere Phantom Troupe

[robinofinashiro]

"And if you go, I wanna go with you and if you die, I wanna die with you"

characters/fandom: feitan portor / hunter x hunter

request status/note: closed / ugh feitan you piece of shit i missed you lol lonely day by system of a down is such a good song for feitan imo

pronouns: she-her

you sharpened your knives, not bothering to look at chrollo who was lecturing you as machi helped patch you up. this wasn't the first time you had gotten such a lecture from your leader about being so reckless during missions but it was in your nature. you always managed to save your comrade in time even if it came at a price and this time it was your physical well being that was at stake.

you noticed that feitan was about to get stabbed and possibly not make it out of the fight without dying and you figured that his importance to the troupe was bigger than yours. you weren't the spiders #2 and you weren't the biggest person physically so if your life was taken, it wouldn't have been such a blow to the troupe. or at least that's what you thought.

chrollo had been grilling you for at least an hour for your reckless actions and you figured that maybe you were a bit more important than you thought, to chrollo at least. you continued to roll your eyes like a teenager getting screamed at by their parent but you hadn't said anything back. all you did was sit there and flinch every time machi had poked you with a needle.

"okay, you've been screaming at me for at least sixty minutes," you huffed as machi bandaged your last scar, "what has you so upset? this isn't the first time i've done this and the last three times you didn't bitch this hard."

chrollo had given the rest of the spiders a look to leave the room. they understood and walked out as you were left sitting on the chair with chrollo standing in front of you.

"i wasn't going to say this in front of those idiots but if feitan had lost you at the cost of his life, he would have had my head on a spiked pole for letting it happen," you nodded in agreement but didn't stop him from continuing the story, "you know more than anyone that feitan hates talking about his feelings but you know how important you are to him and if he found out that you died because of him, the troupe would have irreversible damage to it."

you stayed quite as chrollo ran his hands through his hair.

"and where do you think he's at right now?" he asked. you shrugged, really not knowing where he went after the fight, "he's murdering the group of people that tried to kill you or rather him but you get the point."

"how do you know all of this? i doubt he would've told you this to your face so spit it out."

chrollo laughed as he sat on the other chair next to yours, "it's not hard to read peoples minds; even feitan's is pretty easy to read, you just have to take the social cues when they're in front of you."

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the entire troupe were on a mission and this time it took place inside of a club. you were dressed in the most uncomfortable club attire you could find and heels that made you want to chop your feet off. it was all too much for you but you knew that it would all be worth it for the money that all of you were promised.

you were sitting down on one of the bar chairs, chugging down a beer as you looked around at your surroundings. there had been a man, not one you were familiar with, staring at you for a while and although he wasn't bad to look at, you kept wondering why he was continuously staring at you.

"hey doll, first time i've ever seen you here," he finally said approaching you. you gave him a look of confusion, "uh yeah, that's because it's my first time here," you replied looking at your drink with annoyance.

"figures, i would have gotten with you a long time ago if i had seen you here before."

just as you were about to leave, you were handed a note from shalnark who was dressed up as a waiter. you quickly opened it up realizing that it was chrollo's handwriting.

"that's the man we need to execute, keep him close."

your eyes widened, not realizing that you had the bait in your hands. you gave him a sweet smile, before turning your attention to chrollo and shooting him a wink that silently meant that you'd have him in a secluded room for his death in no time.

"so, what plans would you have for me if you would have had a me a long time ago?" you asked, sliding on top of his lap and giving him the most fakest sweet smile you could muster, "how about i show you?" he asked now running his hand across your lap. you wanted to cringe but you knew that this was the perfect moment to cut the mission short and go home with the money.

you nodded as you turned over to chrollo and signaled him to follow you. chrollo could tell that feitan was fuming. it was hard to try and read what was going on through his head a lot of the time but this time it was fairly easy. he was fuming with jealousy and it showed. he knew that feitan had a thing for you but who didn't? you were cute and knew how to handle a battle on your own so what wasn't to like?

"come on, she'll need our help with him," he knew that you wouldn't but it was to try and give feitan some peace of mind. they followed your quietly into the room and as you pushed the man on the chair, you turned on the light and smirked, "but it looks like it'll be us giving you the show instead."

chrollo appeared behind you as the man's eyes widened at the spiders leader and their second captain. you smiled as you retrieved your own blade from it's cover and swung it in the air, "it's always so crazy to me that men will literally fuck anything they can get their hands on so i guess that has to be the first thing that goes, right?" you stated aligning the blade to his wrist.

feitan chuckled at your sadistic ways. he knew he must've been rubbing off on you but eventually you stepped back and gave the two men their rounds as you grabbed the wads and you meant wads of cash he had hidden on him. you stuffed them into your clutch that was hidden under your clothes and walked out as you were told to let the man die in the room. the police would find him in the morning, right?

the music was playing way too loud for anyone to hear him screaming so you went back onto the dance floor, happy that your mission was a success and you'd be off for at least a couple days now. you were whispered the success to your troupe members as they high fived each other in happiness.

you went back to the bar for another drink as feitan joined you.

"take shower at home," you gave him a questioning look, "man touched you so you have his germs now."

you giggled, taking a drink from the beer as he stayed my your side for the entire night. he wouldn't dare let another man touch you especially not in the way that the deceased man was.

-

you nodded in agreement. you knew what chrollo was saying was true but you knew never in a million years would feitan admit to it. in your own weird way, you kind of liked the relationship you and feitan had. it wasn't a solid relationship, not yet at least, but you knew within time, it'd get there. you just had to wait for feitan to get comfortable first.

it took two seconds before the door slammed open, a very angry looking feitan barging in screaming at you in his native language as chrollo excused himself.

you on the other hand sat on the chair, smirking at his antics. you knew this was his way of showing you his stressed out emotions of almost losing you but in his own feitan way. you would wait all day if it meant hearing him scream at you about the way he cared about you. you just had to remember to thank chrollo for opening your eyes about feitans feelings towards you.

#anime #anime imagines #anime imagine #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh #hunter x hunter imagine #hunter x reader #feitan portor imagine #feitan portor x you #feitan portor x reader #feitan portor #feitan fic

[lo-li-ta-always]

The fact that there’s only 24 rape fics for Feitan/reader on ao3 is a crime

#Feitan #Feitan fic #Feitan/reader

[lliminall]

you know feitan is basically in love with you when he a) agrees to go with you into a makeup store with minimal griping, and b) when you step out he starts shaking his clothes and out falls all the products you looked at while you were in there

#someday I’m going to write a non-yandere feitan fic and it will basically be a romcom #he is such a loser freak asshole awkward weirdo piece of shit in my mind #someday u will understand #hxh.ll #feitan.ll #feitan x reader

[h8ani]

𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡

Kinktober Day 6 - Sensory Deprivation

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Reader

Anime: Hunter x Hunter

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of kidnapping, reader has senses stripped from her (blindfold, tied up, earplugs), vibrator usage, lowkey Stockholm syndrome type vibes, punishment, edging, overstimulation

A/N: thank you @kkittycries for proofreading this for me god knows I needed it 🥲🥲

It's been who knows how long, you think it's been at least a year, maybe less since the day you were taken. Time moved so differently at first.

You were trapped in the basement with only a bucket to use and had a small, thin, worn down mattress to sleep on. You had no concept of time when you were down there. It was always dark and cold and you spent most of your days/nights crying until you were exhausted and sleep had come over you.

The more compliant you got, the more privileges you were given but even then it wasn't much.

You've asked him how long it's been but all he gives is a gruff scoff and a simple reply of "Long."

Now you've stopped asking, you do as he wants to try to please him. By now you've upgraded from the basement, to the guest bedroom upstairs. Although, when he wants you in his room for the night you stay there.

Feitan by no means is the word soft or even kind but, the longer you've stayed in the house and the longer you've done what you're told he's been in his own way nicer to you. He allows you to add some of your own food you'd like to the grocery list, you have a nicer mattress in your room, he even leaves you alone most of the time which is a blessing in itself. You still aren't allowed to leave the house other than to go out to the backyard, the fence is so high that you wouldn't even be able to climb to escape but the fresh air was always nice too. There's been a few rare occasions where you've left the house but it's always been well into the night with him alongside you.

It's also rare that you've actually been punished.

There's been small punishments like not being given food for a few days or when your mattress was taken from you so you had to sleep on the floor, but he's never taken a blade to your skin, never harmed you, he's never tortured you like he does to his victims he brings to the house.

You're grateful for that.

But.

What you're enduring now, you've never been punished like this before, if this can even be considered a punishment.

The rope bound around your wrists was tight, rough and uncomfortable. Every move you made to free yourself burned your tender skin, your movements useless from how tightly knotted the rope connected to his bedpost was, the little strength you had doing no good. He had put a blindfold over your eyes and that was surprisingly soft, you think it was a satin material but you no longer having your sight only heightened all the emotions running through your body. You were no longer able to see Feitan or see what he was doing. You didn't even know where he was in the room. You tried focusing on the only sense you had left which was your hearing, you had focused on every little sound in the bedroom but Feitan ended up taking that away from you too. Earplugs were soon put in diminishing the last sense you had.

You were completely cut off from your senses. No sight, no hearing, not even a simple touch.

The only thing you were able to feel was your impending orgasm which was continually cut short.

You didn't have a clue as to why Feitan had started this punishment. You didn't try to escape from him, you haven't tried that since the first time you were brought up from the basement. You always make sure to keep the house locked up when he was gone, curtains always drawn closed, windows locked, doors locked, you don't even go to the backyard when he's not home. That couldn't have been the reason. You were completely clueless as to why you were tied up and being tortured like this.

You clench around nothing as the vibrator pushes harder against your clit, the pressure was enough for a choked moan to leave your lips as the vibrations traveled through your body.

You can hear him scoff as he clicks the vibrator intensity up one sending you back on the edge of orgasm. Your hips rolling into the vibrator just wanting to feel release.

"You aren't meant to enjoy this." Feitan says lowly knowing you couldn't hear him, he clicks the vibrator up one more and within seconds you tip over the edge finally being able to reach the orgasm you've so rudely been getting taken away from you. Your body jerking as you let your orgasm flood your senses, wrists tugging against the rope as you cry out his name. This was the most intense orgasm you've felt and Feitan wasn't letting up as he kept the vibrator pushes up against your sensitive clit.

You were panting as you rode out your high, squirming away as best as you can from the abusive vibrator between your legs. Pushing against the bed with your feet to get away, you felt Feitan's hand grip your hip and tug you back down.

"I'm sorry." You quickly say. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You repeat the same apology over and over just wanting to get away from the pleasure that was slowly trailing into pain. "Feitan I'm sor-"

His lips cut you off, his body leaning more into yours which put more pressure on the vibrator. You whimpered into the kiss, tears threatening to spill beneath the blindfold.

He said something to you but it just sounded muffled due to the earplugs. Your brows scrunched up in frustration because of your lack of hearing. You huffed a sigh and before you could ask what he said, you felt the vibrator pull away from you, instantly calming you down and allowing you to actually come down from your prolonged high.

Your earplugs came out next and Feitan's voice sounded louder than ever.

"Sorry for what?" Feitan doesn't necessarily joke around but you could hear him teasing you clear as day.

"I'm sorry for...what I did."

"And what did you do?" He leans down, breath fanning your face and you didn't need to see to know he had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Maybe if you actually told me I'd know! I think you're just doing this because you find it amusing!" You snap at him, frustration getting the better of you.

He doesn't reply and that alone makes you nervous. It's completely silent but you feel him shift back down to your thighs spreading them further. He slowly rakes his nails down your thigh and then up again, you think he actually might be done, hoping he got bored of this punishment he was putting you through.

Then you hear the vibrator being clicked on again.

You could feel your stomach drop as he tsks at you again.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to continue until you remember."

#kinktober #kinktober day 6 #sensory deprivation #Feitan #feitan portor #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #Feitan x you #Feitan portor x you #hxh x you #hxh x reader #hxh #Hunter x Hunter #feitan hxh #feitan imagines #Feitan portor imagines #Feitan fics #Feitan portor fics #BENKEIBEAR MADE THE MINORS DNI AND SUPPORT BANNER

[shiftingparadise]

I NEED another soft spot 🤭 it was so bussin also just take your time no rush ok you got alot of request 🫶🫶🫶

OKAY, so I kinda combined it with another request, so I hope you still like it. God, I love writing these 🥹 I'm so glad you guys are asking for more parts. Anyway, I hope everyone's doing fine. Have a great day 🤍✨

Warnings: smut and a little bit angsty, just a little bit

Word count: 4538

“Both of you?”, you looked across the table. “Don’t worry, darling. Phinks will take care of you”. “B-but why both of you?”, you ignored Feitan’s attempt to intervene. “And Phinks? I barely know him”. “Darling”, Chrollo stopped while pouring you some more wine, “I need Feitan with me this time. I’m sorry”. “A-and when are you leaving?”, your eyes darted toward Feitan.  “Tonight”, Feitan coldly replied. “And for how long?”, your eyes now focused on Chrollo. “A week. Maybe a little bit longer”. 

“A week? Alone? With Phinks?”, your heart dropped to your stomach. “He’s … nice”, Feitan tried to hide his discontent. “He’ll be here shortly”, Chrollo added, “Be nice to him, okay?”. “Whatever”, you pushed your food to the side, “I’ll be upstairs”. 

“Darling”.

Ah. There it was again. The hint of threat in his calm voice. 

“What?”, your eyes fixed on the table. 

“Be nice”.

It was ages ago since he hurt you. Since they hurt you… But you knew that tone. That lingering smirk on his face; telling you that there would be consequences if you disobeyed him. 

“Y/N?”, Feitan’s cold voice burst through your bubble. “I’ll be nice”, a lump in your throat. “Good girl”, Feitan slowly walked behind you, “Don’t worry. We’ll get you something nice”. 

You closed your eyes as his hands softly massaged your shoulders. You didn’t want them to leave you. You didn’t want to be left alone with someone you barely knew. 

“And we’ll call, darling. So, stay close to Phinks, and don’t be a brat”. “What if Hisoka-“. 

You didn’t mean to sound so fragile, but you couldn’t help it. You were scared. Scared that something was going to happen. 

“Don’t worry. We took care of it, "Feitan kissed your temple carefully. A gesture he rarely did. “B-but-“, you tried to protest, to make them stay. 

“Darling”, a small smirk on his face, “Enough”. 

--- 

“And don’t let my darling into this room, Phinks”. “And make sure she takes these every morning, " Feitan signaled to the neatly stacked vitamins on the table next to you. 

“Ugh”, a sigh you couldn’t contain as you leaned against the kitchen counter. 

“Darling?”, Chrollo turned his head, “What’s wrong?”. “Nothing”, you shrugged your shoulders. “She doesn’t seem too happy”, Phinks gritted his teeth. “Don’t worry, we told her to behave”, Feitan’s cold eyes pierced through you. 

“I can handle a brat, little Fei”, Phinks obviously forgot his boss was standing in front of him. “A brat?”, Chrollo coldly added. “Sorry boss, I was talking about Fei-“. “You’re here for her safety. If she needs something, anything, you’ll make sure she gets it. Understood?”. 

“Boss”, the blonde bowed his head in agreement. 

“That being said, if she does decide to act out of place-“. “You’ll call us first”, Feitan interrupted, “And we’ll tell you what to do”. 

“Right, Fei”, Phinks clenched his jaw. 

It was obvious the blonde didn’t like being ordered around by Feitan. 

“Come here, darling”, Chrollo signaled you to come over. With heavy feet and a pout on your face, you obeyed. “We’ll be leaving now. Behave, okay?”. “Hm”, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close, “I’ll miss you”. “We’ll miss you too”, a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“I’ll get you something nice”, Feitan carefully placed a strand of hair behind your ear as you turned around. “Thanks, Fei. Please come back soon”. “As soon as possible”. 

--- 

Chrollo and Feitan were already gone for a couple of days, and you wanted nothing more than to have Phinks gone. You hated him. You hated the smug look on his face, the way he scoffed every time a snappy reply left your lips… 

“I’m bored”, you sighed as you once again opened the fridge. “So?”, Phinks stood against the counter, his arms folded as he watched you. 

You didn’t know if it was in your head, but you could feel him staring at you. You could feel his eyes gliding from the top of your head to your back. 

“What the hell are you wearing?”. “Chrollo makes me wear this. He likes it”, you rolled your eyes. You still hated the little black nightgown he made you wear. “I can see why. It barely covers anything”, Phinks scoffed before walking to the couch in the living room. 

You decided to ignore his reaction. You knew it was revealing, but you didn’t want to wear your clothes until you went to sleep. 

“What are you going to watch?”, you stopped in front of the TV, already earning an annoyed smirk in response. 

“You, apparently”. 

“Don’t get your hopes up”, you rolled your eyes as you sat down next to him. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type”. 

You didn’t know why you felt so offended. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“What’s wrong, darling?”, a smug look on his face, “Can’t stand it when someone doesn’t worship you?”.

“If I’m not your type, then why do you keep looking at my breasts?”. 

“I-I’m not!”, the blonde immediately sat up straight, angry eyes now staring into yours. “I think you are”, you smirked, “Can’t wait for Chrollo to call. He deserves to know what a pervert you are”. 

You would never tell Chrollo anything like that. Not after the last time you did. Back when you were still scared of Feitan. Even though you were his darling, he was still a cruel man. One step out of line, and the consequences could be very painful.

“H-hey, stop it!”, a red blush on his cheeks. “So, what are you going to watch?”, you folded your arms. “I don’t know, a shitty movie”, he angrily picked up the remote. 

“Okay”, you slowly stood up, “I’m going to bed”. 

“Wait”, a serious look on his face, “Boss wants me to check the rooms before you go to sleep”. “You don’t have to-“, “Wait here”, he grabbed your arm, “I’m not kidding. Boss will kill me if something happens to you”. 

You rolled your eyes, but you waited nonetheless. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared. That clown got to you. 

“It’s safe, you can go”. “Thanks”, you quietly responded. A sudden anxious feeling washed over you. Something you didn’t understand. “Night Phinks”. “Goodnight”, he coldly replied before he sat down again. 

Why? Why were your hands sweating? Why did it feel like there was no air anymore? 

“S-shit”, with shaking hands, you opened the door to your room. “H-huh?’, your heart racing as you noticed a tall figure next to your bed. “H-hisoka?”, the name got stuck in your throat. Your hands nervously turned on the light. 

“W-what?”, tears building up in the corners of your eyes. There was no one. Your mind was playing tricks on you. Were you going crazy? 

The air. Why was there no air? 

“I-I can’t breathe”, you hastily walked towards your window, but your legs gave up halfway. 

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t breathe. Were you going to die? Was this it? Did someone poison you? 

“Y/N?”, Phinks knocked on your door, “I heard something, are you alright?”. 

You wanted to respond, you really did, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow it. 

“Y/N?”, Phinks raised his voice. 

 Somehow,his voice seemed so far away. 

“I’m coming in”. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this, but if someone did poison you… 

“Y/N?”, a hint of distress in his voice as he saw you curled up on the floor. “What’s wrong?”, his hand immediately on your waist, his other brushing some hair from your face.

“I-I can’t-“, tears kept streaming down your cheeks, “I-I don’t want to die”. 

“What happened?”, his eyes scanned the room, “Was someone here?”. 

You couldn’t talk, so you shook your head in response. 

“Ah, I see”, he carefully picked you up, “Are you scared?”. 

You hastily bopped your head up and down. 

“Heart racing? Think you’re going to die?”. 

“Y-yes”, you hastily nestled your head into his chest. “Don’t worry”, Phinks carried you to your bathroom, “You’re having a panic attack. You’re not going to die”. 

A panic attack? 

“Is this the first time?”. “Hm”, you bopped your head up and down, your hands tugging at his shirt. “Control your breathing, okay?”, he carefully seated you inside your tub. “D-don’t-“, you desperately reached out for him once he let go. “I’m here”, his voice never sounded so soft before, “Stop crying, okay? It’s fine. You’refine”. 

With blurred sight, you watched the blonde turn on the tap. A panic attack? This wasn’t a panic attack. It couldn’t be. You were going to die, you could feel it. Hisoka was here and- 

“Here”, Phinks checked the temperature, trying to ignore your sobs. “Feel this”, rough hands grabbed yours, “Try to concentrate on this feeling”. 

“H-huh?”, you could feel your eyes widen. “Just concentrate on it. It feels nice, doesn’t it?”. “I-it does”. “How many bottles of shampoos do you have stacked here?”, he chuckled, “Can you count them for me?”. “A-a lot”. “Count them”, his large hands softly massaging yours as the hot water pours into the tub. “Seven, no.. Eight”. 

Finally, your sight wasn’t as blurry, and your heart wasn’t jumping out of your chest anymore. You could breathe again. 

“That’s it”, a smile on his face, “Good girl”. “A-are you sure no one’s here?”, your voice still shaking. “I’m sure sweetheart, I checked twice”. “O-okay”, you softly pulled your hands back, “I-I’m fine, thank you”. “You’re not”, he closed the tap, “You’re shaking”. “Sorry”, you pulled your knees to your chest. “Don’t”, he stood up, “I’ll leave you to it, try to relax”. “L-leave?”, your eyes darted towards the blonde. “You can’t take a bath with your clothes still on”. “I-I don’t need a bath-“, “You can’t go to bed with wet clothes either. I’ll be just outside the door”. 

Your heart sunk to your stomach once you heard the door close. You didn’t want to be alone, not right now. With careful steps, you got out of bad. Right, you didn’t have another nightgown here. 

"Phinks?”, you shyly called out, hands wrapped around your waist. “What’s wrong?”, he slowly opened the door, “Can I look?”. “Y-yes”, you shivered, “I need a new nightgown”. “Are you an idiot?”, he hastily grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you, “You’ll get sick”. 

Why did your heart flutter when you felt his big arms wrap around you? 

“T-thanks”, your cheeks red as you looked up at the blonde. 

Why did he look at you like that? Why were his arms still wrapped around you? 

“I-I’ll get you… You know. Uhm-“, he nervously stuttered. “T-thanks”, you turned your head to the side, not wanting him to see your pink cheeks. 

A strange feeling rose to your stomach. You hated him, you truly did, but you used to hate Feitan too. Was something wrong with you? No, you were confused, that’s all. You had a panic attack, and you missed Chrollo and Feitan more than anything.

“Here”, Phinks’ arm appeared through the door, “Get changed. I’m tired”. “Thanks”, you gently grabbed the piece of fabric. 

Why did his hand feel so soft all of a sudden? You swore they felt rough minutes ago.

“Is there something wrong?”. “H-huh?”, you popped out of your trance before noticing your hand was touching his. 

You felt embarrassed. How long were you standing there? 

“S-sorry”, you hastily shook your head before pulling your hand away. .

You immediately closed the door again before putting it on. 

“Ready”, you closed the door behind you. Phinks was sitting on your bed, patiently waiting for you. “Good”, he cleared his throat, “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Goodnight”. 

“Night”.

--- 

“H-huh?”, you woke up in the middle of the night, sweat dripping from your forehead. 

You could hear it. His evil laugh, the cards flipping… 

“N-no”, you pulled the sheets to your chest, “G-go away, please-“. 

You didn’t want to get poisoned again. You didn’t want to die. 

“Leave me alone, please”, you cried out, arms safely wrapped over your head. 

Footsteps.

“No, no, no”, tears streaming down your cheek, “Get out, leave me alone!”. 

“Y/N?”, a concerned voice broke through the darkness, “Who’s here? Where?”. 

“H-hisoka, he-“. 

“Hisoka?”, Phinks’ voice sounded steady, “He can’t be here. Chrollo took care of it”. “B-but I heard him. He was laughing and-”. “Sweetheart”, the blonde rubbed through his eyes, “He isn’t here, and even if he was, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you”. “B-but last time-“. “Look”, he slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, “I’ll sleep on the ground, okay? If anyone enters this room, I’ll make sure you’re safe”. 

“O-okay”, you wiped the tears from your cheek, “Just don’t leave me alone, please. I’m scared”. “I’ll stay. Just get some sleep, okay?”. 

You watched as he took a blanket out of the basket next to your bed. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t sleep. You never felt so scared in your life.  

“Phinks?”, you opened your eyes, heart once again racing. “Phinks? Are you here?”. “Hm? A low grunt next to your bed. “I-I can”t sleep”, tears already streaming down your cheeks. “Why? I’m here”. 

You couldn’t ask him to… You knew that, but you felt so, so scared. 

“C-can you please sleep next to me? Please Phinks”. “Y/N”, Phinks quietly responded, “You know I can’t do that”. “W-why not?”. “Boss would kill me, and Feitan too”. “B-but I’m scared. I w-won’t tell him. I promise”. 

You could see the blond study every corner of your room. Probably to make sure there weren’t any cameras. 

“Fine”, he clicked his tongue, “Move”. 

You hastily shuffled to the other side. Relief flooded over you once you felt the warmth of his body next to yours.  

“Thank you”, you quietly whispered, your back facing his. 

--- 

You slowly rubbed your eyes as the sunlight kissed your bedsheets. “10.30?”, you frowned, “Never sleep this long-“. 

Your heart froze once you realized his arm was wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of yours. 

“P-Phinks?”. “What?”, he snapped back, obviously not realizing what was happening. “Y-you’re… Your arm-“. “Huh?”, you could feel his grip loosen, “S-shit”, he immediately let go, “I’m sorry. Please don’t tell boss. I didn’t mean to-“. 

But you liked it. You liked having his body pressed against yours. 

“I-it’s fine… You can hold me. I like it”. 

You were playing with fire. You knew that. 

Without responding, he slowly placed his arm back around your waist. “Thanks”, a content smile on your face as you shuffled closer to him. 

Was it because you were lonely? Because you missed Chrollo and Fei? 

“Want some breakfast?”, he tightened his grip, not ready to let you go. “Please”, you gently intertwined your hand with his. “Got to let me go, sweetheart”. “R-right”, you cleared your throat. “Avocado toast?”. “Perfect”. 

--- 

“Boss called, he’s coming back today”. 

A few days passed, and Phinks kept sleeping next to you – because you asked him to. You didn’t know why, but sleeping alone wasn’t really your forte after what happened with Hisoka, and well… You enjoyed Phinks’ company. Chrollo and Feitan didn’t need to know, right? After all, you were just cuddling each other. 

“Right”, you took a sip from the smoothie Phinks made you, “I’ll get changed. He’ll be back soon”. 

--- 

“Darling”, Chrollo dramatically opened his arms once he saw you, “I’ve missed you”. “I’ve missed you too”, you eagerly nestled your head against his chest. “And you too, Fei”, you now wrapped your arms around Feitan. 

“Phinks?”, a smile on Chrollo’s face, “Thank you for taking care of our darling”. 

That tone. Something wasn’t right. He knew. 

“You enjoyed his company, darling?”. “Hm”, you slowly nodded. 

You couldn’t talk. They would hear your shaking voice. 

“Enjoyed it a little too much?”, Feitan widened his eyes, his aura flooded with anger. “Are you accusing me of something, little Fei?”, Phinks’ frowned. 

His heart must be racing. He must be nervous too, right? 

“Fei”, Chrollo calmly raised his hand, his eyes locked on Phinks. “Tell me, Phinks”, a dangerous smile on Chrollo’s face, “Why does she smell like you?”. “I don’t know boss”, Phinks humbly lowered his head. 

“What about you? Do you know why, darling?”. 

This isn’t good. You couldn’t lie. They’d know. 

“I-I asked him to sleep with me. I-I mean, in one bed. N-next to me”. 

“Why?”, Feitan’s aura exploded, but his voice was calm as ever. “I-I had a panic attack, and I was afraid, and I thought I saw Hisoka and-“, you rambled, unable to catch your breath. 

“So”, Chrollo interrupted you, “You asked another man to sleep next to you?”. “Y-yes”, your heart dropped to your stomach. “I know I said you had to listen to her, Phinks… But sleeping next to my darling? Touching her?”. “H-he didn’t-“, you tried to intervene. “Lie again and I’ll remind you of whom you belong to”, Feitan was suddenly standing behind you, his nails digging into your arm. 

“Sorry boss”, Phinks loudly swallowed. 

“And you wanted more, right?”, Feitan tightened his grip, his lips hovering next to your ear. 

You couldn’t lie. They’d know.

“Y-yes”, you closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheek. 

You were scared. You could see Chrollo’s threatening smile, the way he was looking at Phinks… 

“Let her go, Fei”, Chrollo kept looking at the blonde. “So, darling. I guess you need to be reminded whom you belong to, right?”. 

“P-please, don’t hurt me-“. “On your knees”, Chrollo nodded, “Show Phinks whom you belong to”.

“Huh?”. “You heard him”, Feitan’s umbrella on your shoulder, “Knees”. 

You didn’t even try to disobey. 

“Boss, I know she’s yours”, Phinks’ eyes locked onto the ground. “Strange, you didn’t seem to when we were gone”, Chrollo gently stroked your cheek, his eyes still looking at the blonde. 

“What are you waiting for?”, Feitan smirked, “Show us what you wanted to do with Phinks”. 

With shaking hands, you opened his belt. 

“Were you wet when you thought about him?”, Chrollo looked down. 

No response. You couldn’t. 

“You already have two men who are willing to give you everything you need and more. Are you really saying you need a third?”. 

“N-no!”, you looked at him, with glossy eyes. 

“Prove it”, he softly grabbed your wrist, placing your hand on his member. “Show Phinks you’re mine”. 

It was embarrassing, it really was, but you liked it. You liked the way Phinks’ breathing got heavier, the way you felt his eyes burn at the back of your head when Chrollo guided you. 

“Tsk, she’s enjoying this”, Feitan’s brows pulled together, “Look”. 

“N-no”, you tried to protest once you could feel Feitan lift your dress with his umbrella. 

“Darling?”, Chrollo gently pulled your face away from his member, “Sit down on the couch and spread your legs”. “C-chrollo-“. “We know you’re enjoying this”, Feitan grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind him, “Sit and spread your legs”. 

You knew your panties were soaked. You couldn’t help it. You sat down on the couch, your legs wide open. 

“Ah, I see”, Chrollo chuckled, “Were you this wet for Phinks?”. “N-no-“. 

“Look”, Feitan signaled the blonde to come over, “This for you”. “F-fei-“, Phinks tried to protest, but once Chrollo raised his hand he obeyed nonetheless. 

“Look Phinks”, Chrollo sat down next to you, “She’s this wet for you”. “Boss, I’m sure-“. “Tell him”, Chrollo turned his head to look at you, his digits softly stroking over your panties. 

“I-I’m this wet for you”, you turned your head to the side, trying to keep yourself from moaning.

“Tsk”, Phinks clenched his jaw, trying to keep his hands away from his hard member. 

“Ask him”, Feitan stood in front of you, his hand wrapped around your cheeks, “We know you want it”. 

“H-huh?”, you looked at Chrollo. “Ask him, darling”. 

“Please”, your voice shaking, “Make me feel good, Phinks”. 

A sudden silence filled the room. He didn’t want to, right? 

“Don’t worry”, Chrollo looked at his Spider, “You can fuck her”. 

“Hmpf”, you quickly placed a hand on your mouth as you felt Chrollo push your panties to the side, one finger slowly pumping in and out of you.

You were willing to beg at this point.

“Are you this wet for me, sweetheart?”, the blonde signaled Feitan to move. 

“I-I am”, an innocent look on your face. “Then why don’t you take your panties off for me?”. 

“See, darling? He wanted to fuck you too”, Chrollo slowly removed his hand from your panties, “Be a good toy for him, okay? Phinks is one of my strongest members. He deserves to feel good”. 

“I-I’ll be good”, you let your panties fall onto the ground. 

“Tsk, good? You’re a brat”, Feitan coldly sighed while sitting down next to you. 

Was this a dream? You were sitting between Feitan and Chrollo, while Phinks was going to-

“Here, we’ll help”, Chrollo gently pushed your leg to the side. Feitan coldly looked to the side before doing the same. 

“Shit”, Feitan slowly sat down on one knee, “So pretty”. “Hmpf”, you wanted to press your legs together when you felt his tongue against your clit, but Feitan and Chrollo kept your legs in place. “And sweet too”, Phinks smirked. “You sure boss?”, a serious look on his face. 

“Do with her as you please”, Chrollo coldly replied, “Our darling gets whatever she wants, but you’ll still get punished after this, Y/N”. 

God, you hated it when he called you by your name. That meant he was being serious. 

“I know”, you looked at the dark-haired man, “B-but can Phinks fuck me now?”. “Tsk”, you could feel Feitan’s nails pressing into your soft flesh, “Impatient brat”. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart”, Phinks dropped his pants to the ground, “I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw you in that short nightgown”. “P-please”, you looked at the blonde. 

He was big. Bigger than Chrollo or Fei. For a second you were scared it was too big. 

“Ssh”, Phinks cupped your cheek with one hand as he slowly pressed his tip against your entrance, “Y-you’re so tight, fuck. I can see why boss and Fei share you”.

“Wait until she comes”, Feitan glared at the blonde, “Bet you can’t keep yourself from coming once she does”. 

“S-shit”, Phinks slowly thrust in and out of you, “Could come right now. She’s addicting”. 

“Darling?”, Chrollo placed a small kiss on your temple as you tried to keep yourself from being too loud. “Tell him what you are. Talk to him like you talk to us”. 

Talk? You couldn’t talk. You were a mess. 

“F-feels so good, P-phinks”, your hands on his chest, “Y-you’re so big, s-so deep-“. “Shit”, Phinks grunted as he felt you clench around him. “Y-you can do whatever you want to me, Phinks. I’m y-your cumdump, your little toy-“. “No”, the blonde chuckled, “You’re divine, and right now, you’re my goddess”. 

“Tsk”, Feitan scoffed. “Fei”, a threatening smile on Chrollo’s face. You knew this wasn’t how he expected it to go. 

“I don’t care what you want to be. You’re nothing less than divine”, Phinks placed a kiss on your cheek, “Can you turn around for me?”. “H-hm”, you nodded as he pulled out. “F-fei? C-Chrollo?”, you looked at the two men who were still holding your legs. 

“Hands and knees”, Chrollo stood up, “Fei and I are going to use that pretty mouth of yours, right Fei?”. “Hm”, Fei coldly nodded. 

Within a minute, Phinks was thrusting in and out of you, while you tried your best to keep Fei and Chrollo happy. 

“T-that’s right, darling”, Chrollo’s hand was wrapped in your hair, “Look at me while Phinks takes you”. 

“S-She’s going to come”, Phinks chuckled, “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you enjoy this”. “Don’t you dare stop”, Chrollo grabbed your jaw, “Keep sucking. I’m going to stuff your mouth while you’re coming”. 

God, you never felt this good. You couldn’t think straight anymore. It felt as if the world around you disappeared. 

“Good girl”, Phinks placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder. “S-shit”, Chrollo smirked, “Be nice and swallow”. 

“Move”, Feitan signaled Chrollo, “Want to fuck her but guess Phinks get the honor to come inside her. I’ll fuck her later”. 

F-feitan”, you tried to keep your head up, but Phinks felt too good. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you”, the blonde wrapped his hand in your hair, lifting your head so Feitan could easily fuck your mouth. 

“Good girl”, Phinks’ lips brushed over your ear, “You’re so good for letting Fei use you like that”. 

“Darling?”, Chrollo smiled while putting his pants back on, “Make Fei finish. I want you to talk to Phinks”. 

Right. You knew just what to do to make Fei come. 

“F-fuck”, Feitan let his head fall back, “J-just like that”. 

Two minutes was all that it took. 

“So good”, Feitan brushed some strands of your hair from your face, “Now be good one more time, okay?”. 

“Talk to him”, Chrollo handed Feitan his clothes, “He’ll come within minutes”. 

But you didn’t want him to come. You were enjoying this way too much. 

“P-Phinks? C-can I lay down on my back? I want to look at you”. “Whatever you want, sweetheart”. 

You loved it. How sweet he was. How gently his hands wrapped around your waist, turning you on your back. 

“K-kiss me”, you shyly asked, your hands wrapped around his arms. “Boss?”, Phinks kept his eyes locked with yours. “Whatever she wants”, Chrollo held his arm in front of Feitan, who was ready to punch his friend. 

You weren’t used to this. To a kiss so gently and so sweet. 

“Phinks?”, you looked at him with big eyes, “I-I want you to come for me, okay? Can you do that?”. “S-shit”, Phinks let his head rest on your shoulder, “Y-your voice. I’d do anything for you”. “I want you to come with me, Phinks. I want you to come inside me”. “I-Inside?”, Phinks’ eyes studied yours. “Please”, you loudly swallowed, trying to keep your orgasm away. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to breed me?”, you gently stroked his cheek, “What it feels like to come inside me?”. “I-I’m going to-“. “Ssh, it’s okay. You can come. I’ll come with you. You want that? Want to feel me clench around you while you fill me up?”. “Fuck, you’re something else”, he crashed his lips against yours, his thrusts getting sloppier. “Ready, sweetheart?”. “R-ready”, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I-I’m coming”. “S-shit, me too”. 

Was this your best orgasm yet? You were a shaking mess. 

“You okay?”, Phinks eyes studied yours. “N-never been better”, you smiled back. 

“See?”, Chrollo helped you sit up straight as Phinks put his clothes back on, “Such a good girl”. 

“F-fei?”, you searched the room. “You know him, darling. He gets a bit jealous sometimes. He’s going to need more attention than usual today”. 

“Phinks?”, Chrollo looked at the blonde, “Try not to tell this to the others. I think three is more than enough to share her with”. 

#chrollo smut #chrollo x reader #chrollo fluff #chrollo headcanons #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo fic #chrollo fanfic #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x you #chrollo lucifer x reader #feitan headcanons #feitan smut #feitan x reader #hxh feitan #feitan fluff #feitan hunter x hunter #feitan hxh #feitan x you #feitan portor #feitan portor x reader #feitan x y/n #phinks smut #phinks x reader #hxh phinks #phinks hxh #phinks #hunter x hunter #phinks magkav #phinks magcub #phantom troupe x reader

[teabutmakeitazure]

rare sneak peeks from the chrollo series that's decomposing in my google docs

yeah every single time reader calls chrollo, he makes bedroom eyes while he talks. at first it was "I need to keep a close eye on her until I can steal her ability" then it turned into "I need to keep her close because I like her" which later turns into "I need her in my basement"

he is not doing okay.

#tea is brewing #the first meeting is actually so funny #because feitan 'kills' reader when she shows up at their hideout #and then the next day she's there again and phinks goes YO WTF #so feitan and phinks 'kill' her again after a little fight #feitan says they might need to dispose the body differently and then there's a small council discussion when reader's 'corpse' pipes up and #-says 'maybe burning it would do the trick' and phinks echoes that before realising and nobunaga borderline shrieks #my current long fic wips are phantom troupe meet a murderous little shit who wants a specific man dead and her bargaining chip for- #help is their lives and chrollo ends up falling for her #and the other wip is immortal ginger suffering because his dead wife isn't really dead #fun

[holydayaria]

question. are nobunaga and feitan friends in canon. i mean obviously but whenever i watch hxh , they just do not seem like they would hang out a lot outside of troupe settings. i need a general consensus because my entire fic is hinging on these two somehow hanging out for an hour or two. willingly, hanging out.

#arias.thoughts #idk feitan seems really hateful 🙁 hatred in his little heart #like… yes they’re in the troupe together #but i am constantly terrified of it not making sense #i don’t pair those two up together ever #not that… they’re paired up in this fic #they have their own seperate darlings ok this is getting confusing someone just answer the question #😭😭😭 deleting later

[imagine-this-doesnt-suck]

Sleeping with Spiders

YellowJewl

Chapter 2

Notes:

!!!!!!SMUT AND GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AHEAD!!!!!

You were all packed and ready to catch your train hours before it would even arrive at the station. It was just about 2:40 AM and nerves alone had you up and walking the city streets. You quit quite a bit ago but you would have killed for a smoke right about now. Were you restless about such a big move? You don't know why but something in the pit of your stomach was telling you that  something was wrong.

When you neared the gallery, that feeling grew stronger. Looking down at your phone, it was already three. The witching hour. You started to walk faster towards the gallery, you knew something was happening. And at closer inspection you were right. The front windows were shattered, someone had broken in. 

Your work. All of your work is in there.

Without giving it a second thought, you climb through the broken window. It's dark inside and you can barely see a thing. You can't help but wonder what you are even doing here. Did you think you were going to fight off the intruders on your own? Fat chance. Why didn't you just call the police? The police! That's right! You sink to your knees and begin to fumble for your phone but freeze dead in your tracks as soon as you hear voices.

"Damn Feitan. You couldn't have picked a smaller picture to steal?"

"I like this one."

"Wish Shizuku was here with that vacuum. It would make this a whole hell of a lot easier." 

"Stop complaining, crybaby."

That voice, it sounds familiar. Hesitantly you rise to your feet to grab a better look at the burglars. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The words fall from your mouth as your jaw hangs slack. You immediately recognize the shorter of the two men. Though he has traded in his suit for long black robes, you easily recognize the pretty pale face peeking out of the large scarf he's using to conceal it.

At the sound of your voice the men freeze. The taller looks to his short friend, who at this point just looks exasperated. But now, you're angry. "Seriously dude? I offer to make you a piece and you turn around and steal my art? What the hell? Did you really not want to pay for it that badly?"

The man looks to his partner and says, "Phinks, take the painting. I'll take care of this." You must have blinked because before you know it he has you pinned against the wall and a knife to your throat. He's fast, real fast, and despite being so small, he's really strong. He has your hands pinned above your head and seems intent on not giving you an inch of leeway. His blade tickles your throat as he runs it across your skin. He's toying with you.

"What? Are you really going to kill me now?" You growl through gritted teeth. 

 "Yes." He says, not missing a beat. A devilish smile slithers onto his lips as he drags his knife down from your neck, across your body and finally stopping at your abdomen, "I want to have fun first." He plunges the knife into you. A gasp leaves your lungs as the stinging sensation rushes through you, you quickly clench your teeth to avoid giving him any satisfaction.

"Don't do that." He orders as he slaps the side of your face. "It's no fun if you don't scream for mercy."

He's a damn sadist, you should've guessed. He would have killed you by now if he wasn't. Stringing it out like this, its torture. He twists the knife still inside of you and you bite down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper from tumbling out of you. "Scream." He repeats.

You glare into those cold eyes of his, your face a crimson red, and you spit in his face, "Make m-"

He grabs your jaw pulling your face towards him so you are eye to eye, "Stupid girl, do you really want your last words to be 'make me'?" In one fail swoop he pulls the knife from your gut and slashes across your chest. The blade tears your shirt and you can see the red beginning to stain the tattered cloth from beneath. Your chest begins to rise and fall in fractic beats as your breathing becomes ragged. You were covered in blood from the chest down, though the cut on your chest was shallow, the wound in your stomach was deep but you could hardly feel it due to the adrenaline pulsing through your veins. If he didn't kill you first, you were sure that your heart exploding in your chest, surely would. 

It's a bit odd. You weren't afraid. Or as afraid as you know you should be. You could die at any second and yet instead of fear, you feel…

The blade shoots across your vision like a falling star in the night sky. Swift and sharp. You have no time to even brace yourself for the imminent impact. When the knife plunges into your shoulder, you are no longer able to hold back the noise that rips through your throat.

He stares at you, wide eyed for a millisecond before his brows furrow and his eyes are narrowed and fixed on you.

"You moaned?"

If your face hadn't been beet red before, it is now. The utter embarrassment rushing through you somehow makes you completely forget about the knife sticking out of you at this very second. "No I did not!"

His look of speculation quickly turns smug. "Did too, slut."

"Shut the hell up!"

"I should have known a freak like you would get off on this."

"A freak like me!? You're the sadistic bastard using me like a pin cushion."

"And you're real mouthy for someone going to die." You watch as he takes a finger and pokes at your wound. With his finger painted red, he raises it to your lips, "Clean it."

"Fuck you." You hiss.

"You really want to, huh?" His grip on your hands has loosened a bit and he looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye. You watch as he takes the bloody finger poised at your mouth and raises it to his own where he gives it a soft kitten lick. That thing that's been stirring inside you, that lack of fear, it's clawing to get out. Screaming to see the light of day. You're unsure of what to call it exactly, excitement, arousal, malice,  insatiable greed? All you knew was that seeing your blood stain his lips like rouge made you crave all the things that everyone always told you to push down deep inside, to ignore. 

You wanted him. You wanted his flesh, his blood, and his bone. You wanted him to want your's. You wanted him to mutilate your body with his blade and allow you to do so in turn. You wanted to paint the sky red with blood, yours and his, intertwining into the most vile shades of crimson. And you knew that to want all this, you must be sick. But that didn't matter, because all you really wanted was for him to rail you.

Your hands now free, you toss your arms around the man's neck and dive in towards his lips. Your mouth captures his in the most violent kiss. To describe it as passionate would be too simple, it was raw and hungry. You were two starved wolves fighting over the same scrap of meat. 

When you finally break away for air, he still has your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it, so hard that he draws blood. When he does finally release you and take a step back, you find his usual narrowed glare has fallen into a lustful gaze as his eyes trail up and down your body. 

Starving for more you are already pulling at the bottom hem of your shirt to pull it off and disrobe. You're stopped though as the fabric gets caught on the knife jutting out of your shoulder. "Shit!" You wine.

"Here. I'll get it." He says as he reaches for the weapon and quickly unsheathes it from you. You whimper with pleasure. A light chuckle escapes him as he mutters, "slut."

You groan in annoyance as well as impatience as you start to pull at his robes, trying to undress him as well, "could you just shut up and fuck me already." When you accomplish your task of leaving him exposed from the waist up you gawk at what you had just revealed. He's fucking hot. This guy not only looks good in a suit but also has abs and is a murderous psychopath!? All God gave you was the ability to draw, and mental illness. What the hell!?

You're running  your hands up his chest taking in the view when his hands grip your ass and you're thrown back against the wall once more, this time with him holding you. He bunches up your skirt around your waist so you're properly exposed as he reaches towards his pants and pulls out his dick.

He doesn't bother taking off your underwear or even pushing them to the side instead he decides to approach the problem head on and ram his member into you. Your panties, already soaking wet from earlier, do their best to fend him off but ultimately fail and move themselves to the side as he pistons himself toward your entrance. While he sinks within you, your head drops to the crook of his neck, with a sharp inhale, you breathe in his aroma mixed with the stench of blood. It's an intoxicating smell. You test your luck and lick the side of his neck, not receiving any immediate criticism you decide to suck and bite on the flesh, leaving your mark on him. You resume your attack on his soft skin, leaving a menagerie of bruises and hickeys on him. Beneath you, a groan rattles from the man's throat, making you blush from the indirect praise.

He slides in and out of you with reckless abandonment with unprecedented speed. The moments he pauses and pulls out are the most agonizing. When he finally drives his shaft back inside of you,  it slams against a spot that makes vision darken and your mind numb. You let out a howl of pleasure as he relentlessly pounds into you, over and over again. With every movement you're slammed into the wall again, the cheap gallery wall paper rubbing your back and ass raw. 

"Fuck. Oh fuck yes! Please- Fuuuugh-"

"Do you ever shut up? You moan like a bitch in heat." He scoffs as you let out a string of curses with every movement of his hips.

"Thou- thought you wanted me to scream." You sneer as you dig your nails into back as you let out another moan.

"Yeah. My name."

"And what's your- oh Shit! Shit! Oh fuck yeah! What's your name? What's your name?" 

"F-Feitan. F- you- you real tight." He mutters something between ragged breaths in a language you don't understand. 

You let out a chuckle, "Who's the bitch now? Ow! Oh yes, Fei Feitan! Right there! Right-" you're in absolute bliss. You feel like you could die at any second and yet, you have never felt more alive. You wistfully reach for one of his hands and place it on your throat. He understands instantly as he holds your neck in a vice grip and begins to speed up his thrusts. 

His beautiful raven locks now stick to his face, wet with sweat. His once ghostly pale face is tinted red, starkly contrasting your own which is quickly turning blue due to asphyxiation. 

"Fei- tan." You choke out. You are so close. Your body begins shaking violently and you can feel your insides tighten as he hammers into you before his pace begins to kilter off. You let out a scream, then you go limp and you're left feeling fuller thsn you have felt in a long time.

The night is silent, the only sound to be heard is the heavy ragged breaths of the two of you coming down from your high. Feitan  lets go of your limp body and you slink to the ground with a thud. He runs a hand through his inky mop and immediately begins looking for his robes.  

You watch him go about his business and are hit with a sudden pang of pain. You crumple to the floor as you clutch the wound on your stomach. Your shoulder is pulsing with pain as well from its stab wound. It seems that since the adrenaline has worn off you are much more aware of the seering pain.

"You should apply pressure to that.  Or you'll bleed to death." He says, looking down at you. 

"So what? Decided not to kill me? Was the pussy that good?" You taunt from your place on the ground. He doesn't answer, istead he's back to giving you those silent, narrowed looks. You try to flash a smile but only suceed in coughing up blood.

When you look up again a hand is outstretched towards you. You gingerly take it as he helps you to your feet. "You still going to paint for me?"

"... Sure, but you owe me a movie."

#feitan #feitan hxh #feitan porter x reader #x reader #smut fic #hxh #hxh x reader #feitan x reader

[tht0nesimp]

sexy slut 👑 give yandere feitan ick right now you hoe/pos <3 🥰😍😤

whatever you hot ass bitch 🙄

cw: torture, mentions of eye torture, feitan is so icky and mean, gross ig, fear of being killed, reader is kind of a cry baby according to fei

Feitan has so many icks, his obvious inability to talk to anyone even if he really does love someone is a pretty obvious one. Even when he does choose to actually talk to you? its more than likely about some form or technique of a torture he has performed/heard about

He doesn't always mean to be so mean or quiet-even if he does love when you get uncomfortable and tense up around him- He really does want you to be able to relax around him- But, he would also rather swallow a phillips head screw-driver than tell you he enjoys being around you, he cant stand the idea of using the L word....love

Can you blame him? He grew up without an official identity, parents, or any advantages.

Another ick of feitans is that-He doesnt mean to be rude- But his compliments are...strange? It can range from just telling you that you have beautiful eyes, hed love to keep them, to cutting off a small piece of your hair randomly. Of course, he hasnt even considered that the reason you immediately cover your eyes after the keeping them comment is because of something he was doing wrong! He doesnt get it, he tries to be less creepy if your really nice about it, but it normally just makes it go from "Your nails are pretty, theyd look good on a necklace" To "Your nails are pretty, im going to keep you here forever" All in all, its a mere game of picking your poison whether it be threats of taking body parts or promises of eternity in his musty old basement

How could i forget, his...oversharing about his job can be rather unpleasant to anyone who isnt, y'know, a full blown sadistic torturer. Never watch any show/movie with a torture scene unless you want him to demonstrate on his next job, or he might show you a video of his doing it on recording it as a "joke" and he will probably just laugh sadistically if you push away or flinch at a specifically gruesome part

He might even pry your eyes open....While talking about maybe making that comment about keeping your eyes a reality....Just kidding! Hes not gonna kill you, he still doesnt get why your crying? Hes letting you blink- In his eyes- enough. Your such a baby, its just a video!

Lucky for you, its only about 10min long! He turns on some movie he stalked you while you watched it just so happens to know is one of your favorites....Dont worry about getting punished for the little freak-out, if anything, he might just buy you some subscription to a streaming service as a little joke back at you!

All in all, he is icky, a torturer, but buys you netflix every month from that point forward and maybe poke your eyes

#yandere feitan #yandere phantom troupe #yandere male #yandere blog #yandere fic #fandom #hxh #yandere hxh #Hunterxhunter #xreader #dark #cw torture #cw eyes #yan! #yandere scenarios #headcanons #CandiesActualFics

[mangetsuame]

Happy Valentines Day! Here's the Phinfei Fic I did for handywithfire on ao3 for the Greed Island Valentines Day Flash Exchange!

@greedislandchallenge

#hxh #hxh manga #feitan #hxh feitan #hxh phantom troupe #feitan portor #phinks #phinfei #my fic #hxh fanfic

[samnia]

YouR Couple S0ngs

Gon

Lover boy - awall

Say so - doja cat

(I TRIED

Killua

Sensitve - dreamer Isioma

Bubblegum bitch - Katy perry

Kurapika

This side of paradise - coyote theory

She is she is a lady - Rick Montgomery

Chicago - Micheal Jackson

Telephone man - new edition

Chrollo

Criminal - Brittany spears (slowed down if you want)

4am - taeko ohnuki

(couldn't find a 1999 one..)

Feitan

Bay City - Junko Yagami

Fantasy - meiki Nakahara

Kite

After the storm -kali uchis

Wait a minute!- willow smith

And then there's hisoka

Slut-ppcocaine

34+35 - Ariana grande (any version you like)

#feitan #hisoka #hunter x hunter #gon #leorio #hxh #kurapika #chrollo fic #killua x reader #fanfic

[your-favourite-plague]

Oh, btw, I posted a new chapter of Spiderling yesterday

Warnings: Feitan/Kalluto in progress, child abuse and mental anguish (a lot of it) (as always)

#feikallu #feikaru #hxh fic #hxh #hunter x hunter #kalluto #feitan #kalluto zoldyck #feitan portor #i write #spiderling

[insomniasymphony]

Obsessive Feitan Portor x Female Reader [His choice, your job]

Constellation: Obsessive Feitan Portor x Female Reader Words I got: Synchronicity, moonlight, reaper Sentence I got: There is a blade where your heart is. Rating: Mature Attention: Feitan has poor grammar while talking. I tried.

          ►►Blood calls for blood           As a killer calls for one of a kind.◄◄

Your blade drives deep into another’s chest. Smacking runs through the moon-drenched darkness and the certainty that no one will wait for this man at your feet is certain.

The dagger in your hands seems to cut through thin silk as you pull it from your opponent’s flesh. The rattle in his throat is already stifled.

As his body crashes dully to the ground, you take the liberty of stretching fatigue from your shoulders and allowing yourself to simply take a breath. He was the last of your pursuers who thought they could catch “The Reaper” and bring them to their knees. Yet they should have known better. You aren’t known as the shadow on the wall for nothing; a greedy, faceless being who has already taken two hundred lives.

Some people spin fairy tales about you because no one gets the chance to see you and live into the next day at the same time. Most end up with their throats slit. Very few by a clean stab through the heart.

“Not bad.”

Another man’s voice filters through to you, forcing a sigh onto your lips for not noticing his Nen. He seems to have talent in what he does, but facing you has ended his way.

Loosely, you cast a glance over your shoulder.

The man just standing there a few feet away – dressed in a black, ankle-length, far-too-wide outfit you can only identify as a thing – doesn’t reveal much of his face. Part of it is covered by a black bandana whose skull seems to watch you, while piercing grey eyes are glued to your body and his tangled black hair stubbornly sticks out in places. He isn’t particularly tall and his figure seems rather slender, which probably makes him a quick attacker.

A curt movement on his part causes a sword to emerge, disguised as an umbrella, which appears as inconspicuous as he is. Narrow, but sharpened on both sides, it has the charm of a small surprise, which you take with a grain of salt.

“I awaited.” He points his blade in your direction. “You. Are you as good as they say?” His eyes don’t let you go for a second.

“Who needs to know?” You put a hand on your hip. You are stronger than him. You sure are. So far, you’ve been stronger than all of them, and a little man like him isn’t going to change that.

He seems to weigh the silence between you for a moment before pulling the bandana down a little to be clearer. “Feitan.”

Feitan it is. You haven’t heard of him, and you don’t care as you raise your dagger. “I take it you were looking for me?”

Your voice echoes unpleasantly within the dilapidated walls of this old skyscraper. It bounces off the walls in an echo, replayed and reused.

“For long,” he confirms with strange imprecision. He doesn’t seem to speak the same language you were taught from an early age. “You are mine now.”

“Oho.” You don’t take him seriously, almost raising your hands in amusement. “I’m yours because you’ve found me now? And what if I refuse? Are you going to bend me over your knee then, or what?”

You can see the corners of his mouth turn down, and he lets go of the bandana. Instead, you feel his Nen bubbling up and you know there is no more room to negotiate. You will have to fight, whether you like it or not.

Feitan takes the decision from you entirely as he rushes towards you with lightning speed. He is faster than you expected, but not fast enough to unsettle you. His sword collides with your dagger, which deflects his swift, almost weak blow. But it is only a brief contact, which he uses to take a nimble step backwards. He wants to lure you in. Immediately afterwards, he aims for your legs.

Gallantly, you jump, letting the blade chase away under your soles. At the same time, you strike out with your dagger, wanting to stab him from above. But he dodges. A little too close, so that the edge grazes his cheek and leaves a bloody mark. Yet, a movement that makes him immediately raise the sword and send it hurtling down your arm.

You can barely pull back before you touch the ground and gain some distance in well-aimed leaps.

The blood on his face draws a thin line down his cheek and you can see that the seriousness in his face casts deeper shadows on his features. He is probably not used to others hurting him. But in these seconds he refrains from commenting, somehow managing to stay composed, even though his lips are quivering.

His Nen matches this inward rage, making you raise your brows as it more than visibly dances around him, making him a little more threatening. So you follow his lead, bracing yourself for his next attack – whatever it may be.

It’s not long before his Nen tries to put armour on that doesn’t suit him. He’s serious, he wants to kill you, and yet you can’t really filter out whether he wants you dead. There’s something hesitant about him.

Waiting isn’t the smart strategy at this moment, so you ignore his games, overcome the distance and go for a kick before Feitan can even move. Instead, he raises his arms and blocks your leg, but doesn’t see it coming as you slice the dagger through his clothes from underneath, hoping his Nen will let up.

Indeed, the attempt at armour fades as the fabric rips and you get a good look at his pale skin. His stomach muscles twitch. He’s better built than you expected.

His body retreats and you let him go. A fight between you would take time you don’t want to waste.

You have better things to do.

“Enough games for today, tiger. I’m not here to fight you.” You wave it off. “Maybe some other time.”

Whatever he thinks of that, you don’t care. He wants something from you, but you don’t want something from him, and even if he absurdly sees you as his new plaything, it’s not your duty to entertain him.

As you turn to go, to just leave him behind, you feel his presence drawing closer. Feitan doesn’t seem to like half-measures, and you turn just in time for your dagger to speak a threat. The same one his sword offers you.

“You’re pretty quick,” you admit to him, tilting your head slightly to one side.

“You don’t really think I’m letting you go, huh?” His voice is like a silent laugh. But you can’t join in, only rolling your eyes before shrugging your shoulders.

“What if I do?”

“You’re mine.”

“Who decided that?” You sigh.

His sword is still at your throat, while the tip of your dagger touches his larynx. You could both die.

Or you could both give up.

The idea makes you grin, casting puzzlement on Feitan’s features as you knock his sword aside in one swift movement and put the dagger away in the same breath. His almost automatic defensive stance comes too late, however. You lean forward and kiss him on the cheek, enjoying the idea of picturesque beauty in the moonlight. You have to acknowledge his madness.

“Perhaps we’ll talk about who I belong to another time, Feitan,” you whisper in his ear before detaching yourself from him completely. “But the night is over now. I have to go and you will let me. If not, you won’t have a chance with me.”

You know he won’t attack you again. So you spin around, turn your back on him just like that, and take the first step away from him – that’s as far as you get.

His hand is tight around your wrist. The look in his eyes seems to burn. His lips move, but no words come out. Not until a bunch of people enter the ruin, pretending to be home in a uniformly absent manner. Feitan swallows his words and lowers his gaze, muttering something you can’t make out as you let your attention slide to the strangers.

Two spit on the ground, four give you a sardonic grin. The boss of the pack and his lady stand to one side, ready to start a war they cannot win.

“So the information was correct. The Reaper and the Interrogator are both in this remote place, and from the looks of it, you’ve already had a good time.” He laughs and his girlfriend sweeps her thick hair over her shoulders.

“What bad luck for you,” she adds to her lover before he takes a few steps towards you.

“We are bounty hunters. And you are our prey.”

“Shouldn’t a Hunter hunt what he has the right ammunition for?” You raise a brow, eyeing him up and down. He looks like a heavily laden Christmas tree, hoping all the gold ornaments make him look like a successful killer. “I don’t think anyone here is beneath your talent, even tired.”

“Bitch.” He just pulls out a pistol. A good old model, used only by those who have forgotten that humans can do more than simply pull a trigger.

But he doesn’t get to pull it as Feitan has already cut off his hand. His back muscles are tense, not letting up even as he slithers through the crowd like a shadow, heads rolling as if it’s a feast. You don’t even have to lift a finger – Feitan makes them scream without you and silences them just as quickly.

He and his sword have perfect synchronicity. It seems to be a part of his body, while the blood stains the ground red and the gasps of choking throats reach you. Until there is no one left.

You can’t help but applaud. He is the single, unblemished canvas amid lifeless bodies whose blood forms mirrors at his feet.

“Not bad,” you praise him. “You’d almost think there is a blade where your heart is.” Then you wave it off. “It’s been nice watching you, but I still have things to do.”

“You stay.” His voice remains hard as he sets his sights on you and walks towards you in slow steps. “If you go, I won’t be able to think about anything else.”

It sounds like a confession of love, so you can’t help but cross your arms in front of your chest and wait. “Then have sweet dreams of me tonight.”

“I’ve doing that for days.” He has almost overcome the distance between you.

His words almost make your heart leap an octave higher. His chest, meanwhile, seems to lie calmly in front of you and he doesn’t even awaken the desire in you to run away as he takes the sword and holds it to your neck once more.

Instead, you can only give him a smile. “You’re sweet, but no one can hold me, Feitan.”

“I can.”

“You want me by your side?” You can hardly believe it. Most want as much distance from you as possible. But he just stands there looking at you, lips slightly puckered, as if he’s a little embarrassed by this moment. Yet none of this is really embarrassing. It’s just what you said.

Sweet.

“You can try to walk, but you won’t get far.” His words are a promise. “Your choice.”

You don’t know how he feels about you, but finding out could be exciting. So you flick his sword from your neck. “You will regret wanting me, Feitan.”

He takes your words with a smile, full of mockery yet honest joy. “I never regret.”

One Shot from “Deadly Sins” written by me. 

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[lliminall]

Okay so like this is burning question that's been on the back my mind and honestly I love adding more fuel to the yandere feitan brainrot LMAO but like what would be darling's day to day be like after they've been with feitan for a while? Would he expect them to do chores (cooking, cleaning) that sort of thing, accompany him when he has to go on phantom troupe business? Like how tight is his leash, assuming darling has been good. Also I hope I'm not being annoying with all these asks 👉👈

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you’re not a bother at all!! I love getting questions lol they give me much to think about

I think, once you’d earned the privilege of wandering around the house as you please, feitan would want you to keep the house clean and even cook meals occasionally. the gag is he would never come out and tell you this, he would just expect you to pick up on it yourself but get mad at you if you didn’t catch on fast enough 🙃 in his mind you should just know to make yourself useful

once you’d reached this point he would also have started giving you things to do in your spare time. generic things like books and movies, but also objects pertaining to past hobbies that he knows you enjoyed. once the initial excitement of snatching you has faded and he’s getting bored with keeping you constantly terrified, I think he would want you to return to your normal behavior, to some extent. the way you acted before he took you, the things that initially caught his attention. he may even get frustrated if you’re unable to reel yourself back in after his initial treatment of you. like damn, he locks you in a dog cage for one week and now you can’t stop looking at him like he’s hannibal lecter? he already let you out AND gave you a mattress on the floor to sleep with instead of concrete, show some gratitude ffs 🙄🤚

I cannot imagine feitan ever bringing his darling with him on troupe business tbh. for one, he does NOT want anyone (mainly phinks and shalnark) to have any sort of material to tease him with, but also like the man just wants some me time occasionally you know? troupe biz is for the boys and the boys ONLY (and machi and pakunoda and shizuku but u get it)

#also I took down that last feitan fic I posted because I reread it the morning after and was like….now wtf is this #this is a lesson on why I have to control myself from immediately posting things I write in one long sleep deprived haze at 1 AM #BUT I have some other stuff I’ve been working on that I’m trying to finish while I’m off work #so everyone light ur candles and manifest strength and motivation for me quick #hxh.ll #asks.ll #feitan.ll #🌻 anon

[kirtokyo]

HELLOOOOO KIRA HERE

I wanna start writing again little by little. updates won’t be super often, i’ll do what I feel like writing at the moment. With that being said I’ve cleared out all the asks I don’t have inspo for and I am welcoming new ideas for my writings. that meaning you’re free to submit asks but there’s no promise that i’ll write them, they’re just suggestions. But PLEASE don’t be discouraged to send a ask because of this tho!!!! whether I make the ask a headcannon, drabble, ect is up to me. these are my requesting rules and the characters I write for. reminder I am a black reader blog

THIS IS JUST FOR THE TIME BEING, NOT PERMANENT! If this helps me get back in the swing of things again I will revert back to the way I used to do things.

These are the characters I write for and PLEASE read my DNI list, if I see any activity from someone on my dni list they will be blocked.

Can’t wait to write again 💗!

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