#feitan x black reader

[selfishdoll]

WHAT A WASTE ! ft. feitan portor ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

▌   you wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.  𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ it’s a shame, truly a shame; you being unable to contain yourself whilst your classmate examined your body for an assignment. but it’s fine, really— feitan doesn’t mind completing a detailed exam.

CONTENT WARNING(S) 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ ooc feitan, please understand it’s been a minute since i’ve watch hxh & i’m going off my own interpretation plus a bestie’s. so if you expect him to be the perfect characterization you have the wrong fic | heavy degradation w/ minimal amounts of praise | strangers to ? (will there be a part 2.. maybe 🤭) | spanking | manhandling | usage of the words “slut, minx, & whore.” | all is consensual & feitan asks ofc | multiple orgasms | dacryiphilia | unprotected sex | creampie | cowgirl | reader is taller then feitan but he’s stronger then her | pussy slapping | overstimulation | hair pulling | softer feitan at the end? | impact! play | hints of sadist(?) feitan | accidental recording | feitan “threatens” to send the video to their professor (he wouldn’t actually do it, far too possessive..) | bitch is used once | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ i’m sure assignments like these are not actually done but i got the idea randomly when seeing fanart of him. also expect more works of feitan, chrollo, & maybe the other adult characters except hisoka. also he wasn’t as mean as he should have been because i’m a very sensitive person & it shows in my writing 😭. and always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes. 4K+ WORDS

Snap! The sound of the thin gloves had you jumping for a split second, eyes carrying away from the phone taking in your position on your bed to the man standing just a few feet away from you. Feitan Portor, a classmate you’ve never got the pleasure of talking to. Which wasn’t surprising at all, given he ignored just about everyone in class.

Eyes focused on his notes, the textbook, or glued to the images of the human anatomy your professor would plaster upon her smartboard. Those were the only instances you could remember of the unimpressionable man.

Yet now, here he was; in your room adjusting the gloves on his hand whilst you waited ever so patiently.

Becoming a surgical resident was a grueling process on its own, but having to work with the most quiet man alive just made it even worse. You felt so uncomfortable, wondering if you should speak or not— if it was alright to breathe.

As, no matter where you looked, said, or did; he seemed to be agitated.

Or maybe that was just his face, who knows?

A step in your direction caused the thoughts to dissipate, eyes flicking over to the man that stood off to the side of you. His eyes looked at you expectantly, impatience enveloping his gaze. Such intensity caused a sheepish sorry to escape your glossed lips, pushing off the slippers you wore with a hum. You then turned your body to lay across your plush blankets, arms stuck to your sides whilst your head rested on your pillow. A soft breath flew from your nose, tensing the moment he stepped closer.

The idea of the group project was being able to label the muscles of a human off paper. You were sure this type of assignment was for closer students but you drew the short end of the stick. Then again, it wasn’t too bad; Feitan didn’t seem like the perverted type— you highly doubted he would take advantage of such a situation.

His form moved closer, knees pressed against your bed as his hands hovered above you. Feitan’s eyes fell to your legs, mentally deciding to start there first.

Which.. wasn’t the best for you.

As his hands dragged up from his ankles and further; lips moving to utter the muscles beneath your skin— you felt a warmth brew inside you. Was it the feathery touches? Maybe you were touched starved even..

Either way, as he got closer and closer to your middle; you felt the heat threatening to spill over. Fuck.. you were done.

His hands were.. warm, the feeling seeping through the thin blue gloves he wore— large, a complete contrast to his smaller form, which barely reached your bust. They ghosted you perfectly, teetering between respectful and disinterested as they brushed your covered hip. Maybe you really were touch starved, or maybe an inkling of attraction towards the man rested deep within you. Either didn’t matter given the little gasp and flinch that escaped you was clear as day.

Feitan’s hands stopped just on your lower stomach, eyes snapping to your face. Oh, was he annoyed. Aggravated you had interrupted him whilst attempting to complete the assignment. Your manicured fingers bundled the plush blankets beneath you, lips parting slowly to speak;

“‘M sorry..”

“Your constant twitching is bothersome.” The man hissed softly, eyebrows brushing close as his face turned to glance back down your body. “A single touch and you’re trembling..” Feitan spoke, actions solidifying his words the moment a hand grasped your hip, thumb pressing into your plump, covered skin. The warmth you felt from his hand was stimulating, trickling between your legs— causing the plush limbs to push together. An action the man caught easily.

An annoyed sigh escaped him, hand withdrawing from your body whilst his eyes bore into your form. “What a waste.. getting aroused during an exam, specifically when we were so close to being done.”

“I am not.. I am not aroused.”

The man sucked his teeth at your words, eyebrows pushing even closer together as irritation formed his features. Feitan remained unmoving for a moment, simply staring you down before he leaned over, taking your cheeks in a tight grip and lifting you a bit off the bed. “So you’re not only a slut, you’re a lying one at that.”

A hiss tugged his words, fingerprints pushing into your heated skin whilst his eyes stared you down— daring you to deny. A stranger he was, nothing more than a classmate yet; here you were, so open and pliable for him. Staring up at him as if the venom spewing from his lips were the sweetest things ever.

Your head tilted down just a tad, gripping the sheets as you struggled to hold his gaze. “‘M not a slut either.”

“A pervert then—“ Feitan countered easily, fingers tapping against your skin while tilting his head. The moment your lips pulled into the tiniest pout a grin was pulling his own, thumb reaching over to press against your glossed mouth, “— is that more fitting? You laying here; waiting so desperately to be touched..” Feitan removed his hand from your face slowly, watching in amusement at the way you tried to follow his grasp.

“What a display really.. the only thing that is missing, is you begging.”

The anticipation welling inside you was threatening to explode, thighs pushed close as the heat rose within the room. Feitan enjoyed such a sight, piercing eyes taking you in— interest for once swirling in his irises. Finally, his eyebrows rose, even going as far as tilting his head.

Breath escaped you as you took him in, Feitan Portor your classmate and very much a stranger. And despite such formalities here you were, gripping the sheets, lips parted as pretty pleas escaped you.

Feitan sighed softly reaching down once again, taking your cheeks in his hand; a grasp you’ve already come to adore. “Speak up.” He hissed, fingers pressing into your hot chubby cheeks whilst his gaze never left you.

“Ple..please Feitan, please— I need you..” You cried out, eyes dipping down as the embarrassment settled in. Feitan didn’t allow this to settle for long, hand dropping to collect your chin more and pushing you to force the gaze.

“Need me?..” His tone was airy, a snicker even passing through his lips; such sound causing further shyness to trickle down your spine. “We’ve only just met.. just interacted,” Feitan drawled and not so gently pushed you to lay across your bed, crawling over your form. Your legs parted to rest on other side of him, gripping the sheets in excitement.

“And yet, you need me. Such a desperate thing, aren’t you?” Feitan dipped down close, hands pressed on either sides of your head, hovering just above your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered close, surely expecting a kiss. Instead his face was dropping to your neck, teeth sinking into your skin abruptly.

The hiss, mixed gasp that escaped you was loud, hands flying to his black shirt whilst he sucked and bit into your skin; dark marks forming from the attention. His hands moved across your body, falling down to your thighs— sliding under them to push them even wider. Once satisfied he was moving in closer, pushing your dress up to your stomach whilst using his free hand glide across your covered slit. Your hips rose to find friction, yelping the moment he pinched you lightly.

“Quit moving..” Feitan huffed, fingers pressing just a bit harder against your covered wetness, finding your clit and slowly stroking it. The little sparks of pleasure were sweet but barely enough, the burning impatience brewing inside you caused a whine to escape your throat. The dark-haired male clicked his tongue, eyes flicking from your thighs to your face. “Impatient slut..” He hissed, hand pulling from your covered, wet cunt.

You wanted to whine again, but instead— Feitan forced a sharp yelp out of you the moment his palm struck your pussy. Your thighs closed around his hand, tears springing into your eyes as the pleasure and pain combined into a single, sickeninly sweet feeling. The grin on his face was telling, clearly delighted by the high pitched cry that escaped you so freely.

A sound he chased; pushing at your thighs again and slapping the exact same spot. A wet sound entered the room, followed by an even sharper cry from your mouth. Your body rose up off the bed, cunt throbbing from the attention as your heart pounded against your chest.

A snicker, one far too sinister escaped the man above you, pushing your thighs back down to the bed. “Hurts doesn’t it?..” The humor was clear in his tone, pushing you even wider as his eyes trained on the prize between them. “As if I could tell, making such a mess all over your sheets.” Feitan claimed, reaching over and finally; peeling your ruined panties from your body.

The undergarment was tossed to the side, his thumbs pulling your folds as his eyes focused completely on your wet sex. Clit throbbing, hole clenching around nothing, you truly were such a mess.

“Feitan..” You spoke softly, nearly shifting under his gaze if it wasn’t for the quick glare he sent you. You decided to simply bunch your dress up in your hands, eyes fluttering closed the moment his fingers gliding across your abused slit.

Slowly, the man collected your arousal onto his still gloved fingers, the thin latex pressing against your wet cunt. And without warning, two digits were pressing into your awaiting hole; sinking all the way down to his knuckles. Feitan didn’t wait for you either, scissoring and thrusting them in and out of you— the soft squelches soon filling the room.

Your moans escaped you freely, acrylics gripping your dress as your legs threatened to close. His fingers hit all the right places as precise and calculated as he was with suturing. So perfect.. fuck, so so perfect; you felt your brain getting hazy, cries of pleasure escaping as his fingers pushed against your hot gummy walls— essence spilling with each push.

As if the pleasure couldn’t get any better his thumb lowered to your begging bud, teasing it for a moment just to hear you whine— right before rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive button. Feitan’s eyes captured it all, free hand gripping your other thigh to assure you didn’t move an inch.

If you wanted.. needed him so bad, you would be sure to take everything he gave you.

Once the third finger pushed in, you were thrown off the edge; groaning at the sudden stretch yet moaning as it worked in tandem with the other fingers. He played with you so easily, pushing spots with just his fingers— much deeper then your own has ever reached.

“F—fuck.. Feitan.. feels soo good—!”

Feitan grinned down at your display, listening to the breathy praises that continued to escape you. How you begged so much for a release, hips rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers; withering beneath him. “What a fucking mess..” He drawled, eyes flicking to his hand to watch your sticky arousal coating the blue latex. This only caused his expression to deepen, quickening the pace of his hand whilst hanging his head; mouth brushing against your ear.

“This was the only thing you were thinking about, weren’t you? The moment I walked into your bedroom, you were just itching to feel me.. such a perverted slut— [Name].”

His words, tone, the way his fingers bullied your insides; Feitan was just so fucking mean. Yet here you were, eyes rolling to the back of your skull while the loudest moan escaped you, making a mess of his hand. Your arousal trickled down his fingers to his palm, ruining his glove even further.

However, even as your orgasm raked through your body his fingers never stopped moving; pushing you further and further, sensitivity rising as breathy whines escaped you. Forgoing his threat from earlier, your hand lowered to his wrist. With each movement the muscle was tensing, your thumb pressed against his pulse to feel his rapid heartbeat— in sync with your own.

“Ca—can’t fuck it’s too much!”

Such noises fell on deaf ears, his pace continuing but not moving your hand. The man wouldn’t dare say he enjoyed your grasp around his wrist.

“Too much?..” Feitan mocked, gripping your thigh when you attempted to shut your legs. The pretty whines escaping your throat was answer enough, his eyes gleaming with excitement as his thumb continued working circles into your clit; fingers never faltering inside your wet walls.

From just his fingers, just his fingers you were so lost. A fucking babbling mess whose long forgotten the entire purpose of him being in your room.

Your stomach tightened, the feeling bordering on painful, as your next orgasm got closer and closer. Pushing through the pain, your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate for the euphoric feeling again— only for it to be snatched away the moment he removed his fingers.

Your clit throbbed, hole fluttering around nothing as your hazy gaze soon focused on the man between your legs. The annoyed moan that escaped you was shameless, lips slick with your saliva pushed into a pout. “Why’d you.. I was so close!” You spoke, watching his eyelids lower.

Feitan moved to hover over your body, hands sinking into the spaces beside your head whilst pressing his hips to your own. “Said it was too much, right? Or are you already too fucked out to remember?” His hips moved slow, grinding the hardon within his pants into your wet, uncovered slit, your essence darkening his bottoms.

You weren’t given a second to dwell on his words or even muster a reply. Because the moment his hips moved yours were as well, head knocking back against your blankets as the light pleasure danced up your spine; stirring you inside. Your hands rose to bunch his shirt in your fingers, shaking underneath him as the desperation oozed from your heated body.

Feitan’s hand rose, taking your braids in a secure hold, pulling your head up from the bed to bring you a breath’s away. “Humping me like some bitch in heat.. So fucking needy.” A hiss hugged his words, as if aggravated from your actions. However, he was far from irritated, far from angry— enjoying you far too much.

You just looked so pretty like this; wet trails running down your chubby cheeks, dress and blankets wrinkled, with your legs wide— a clear invitation to ruin you even further. The sight was.. unbelievable, one he was delighted to keep all to himself.

“Feitan, please..” You dragged, hips pushing against him more, craving the friction and something else. He should have slapped your thigh or even pinch you for your impatience but fortunately for you, Feitan was just as needy. A huff escaped you as he released your hair, hands dropping to your hips. You silently questioned this, only for him to pull you up, you in his lap with his legs hanging off the bed.

You hovered above his lap, watching intently as he shoved off his bottoms; revealing his hard, long length. The tip was bubulous and red, a contrast to his paler skin. What’s more, pretty white pearls of precum oozed from the slit, twitching from the cool air in the room. Your hands found his shoulders, eyes flicking to his face as nerves settled in the pit of your stomach.

Feitan didn’t do much to ease your anxiety, even finding it a bit comical. His hand rose, shifting under your dress to stroke the dimples etched into your lower back. “What’s wrong?.. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, [Name].” He watched as your eyebrows pushed together, lips pulled into an annoyed pout.

“I’m not..” You huffed softly, nails digging into his skin as your hips lowered just a smidge, jumping the moment his tip bumped against your throbbing bud. “Just.. g—give me a second.” You spoke, hips moving, lining his cock up with your entrance. A whimper escaped you the moment his tip breached the warm space, sinking down slowly whilst more breaths escaped you.

His hands were steady on your body, holding you up and watching in excitement as you trembled. Your walls clenched around him, slick coating his length as you reached just the middle. The stretch teetered between painful and pleasurable, eyes closed shut as you allowed yourself a moment of rest. A moment that dissipated rather quickly, given Feitan lifted his hips; shoving his length the rest of the way inside.

You tipped over, leaning into him as a sharp whine escaped you. You fisted his shirt, seated completely in his lap as huffs escaped you. “Feitan—!” You cried out, feeling his hand lift to the back of your head, taking your braids in his hand as he lifted you from his form.

“Such a crybaby..” Despite his words, his eyes searched you for any discontent or actual pain, lip tucked behind his teeth. When he found neither — ignoring the light feeling in his chest — the man’s hand fell to your hips, gripping the plump flesh. His fingers dug into your sides, lifting you up off his length until only the tip resided inside— before pulling you back down.

The moan that escaped you was far too sweet, nails pushed into his skin as your hips began to move without restraint. You were so uncoordinated, so fucking messy as you bounced up and down his cock; whimpers thrumming from your throat. The sounds carried around the room; the wet slaps each time you slammed down, your desperate moans, and the subtle grunts Feitan would release every so often.

With each moment of your hips his tip was striking the sweet spot inside you, your walls clenching around his slick length— fresh tears beading and threatening to spill over. A hand rose from your hip, driving up the plane of your stomach to grip one of your breasts; pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers just to hear your voice pitch.

Feitan, Feitan, Feitan! His name was falling from your lips like some type of prayer, knees digging into the mattress as the pleasure consumed your body. You were so fucking lost, lost in the throes of it all with only him to guide you. A faulty anchor he was, pulling you deeper and deeper; leaving your mind so hazy and bleak.

The show you were unveiling was such a delight, the man far too happy to have the front row seats. He pushed closed, hips rising to meet your drops as he grew just a breath’s away. “Keep clenchin’ me so much.. you’re close aren’t you?” Feitan’s voice was ragged, feeling your breath fan across his face. The whimpers that escaped you was enough of an answer, his hand rising to your throat to simply hold— placing his lips onto your own for the first time this afternoon.

The kiss was as heated as the rest of the room, as intense as the moment his hands settled onto your skin. Feitan’s tongue intruded your mouth, licking into the wet cavern to claim as his own. And the moment you attempted to pull away to breathe, his teeth were sinking into your bottom lip; swallowing you back up.

It didn’t matter if you were on top or not, you and him both knew who was in control.

Your hands rose, curling into his black tresses as you felt your peak approaching quickly. You moaned and whined into his mouth, legs shaking as the band tightened deep in your stomach. The tears were flowing freely now, Feitan releasing you this time to hear the haste babbles that escaped you.

“Fu..fuck Feitan! I—I’m gonna come—!” You cried out, the bounces becoming even messier. You felt his hot hands fall to your ass, slapping a cheek as if encouraging you to ruin yourself even further.

“Fucking minx..” Feitan hissed out, eyebrows pinched close, cock twitching within you. “Make a mess than.. don’t hold it.” The confirmed huff was enough for you, creaming all over his dick as you arched into him. The feeling caused a shiver to run down the man’s spine, hissing as you clamped around him.

As you rode out your high, your movements slowed— lurching forward the moment his palm slapped your ass again. The high-pitched whine that threatened to escape was quickly overshadowed by his words;

“I never said stop, did I?” His hand traveled to your hair again, tugging just to hear you whine again. “You wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.” Feitan spoke, gripping you to keep you grounded before lifting you up and off his length. The added fact he was matching each thrust was enough for you, head tossed back as the moans slipped from your bruised lips freely and shamelessly— eyes meeting the back of your skull.

The breathes that escaped you was strained, the pleasure far too much but you being unable to run from it. It seems his height went to his strength, holding you so fucking tightly you couldn’t move an inch. Leaving you defenseless, making you take every inch without mercy. The sensitivity dissipated quickly, leaving behind unadulterated ecstasy that caused stars to invade your vision.

Proper words no longer escaped you, babbles of his name and praises replacing such intelligible speech. But Feitan knew enough what you were trying to say, grin still plastered on his features, like some type of madman.

You were sore all over, struggling to keep going but so desperately chasing the release that was bubbling inside of you. You fell forward, forehead brushing his own as his tip brushed your cervix. The pain mingled with the pleasure easily, cunt pulsating around him as you felt yourself grow closer and closer.

In the past hour Feitan had grown to know your body. Each twitch, spasm— everything. He didn’t need to be warned of your climax, especially since he felt the way your walls clenched with urgency. Such a feeling pushed him closer to his own end, blunt nails etching crescents into your sun-kissed skin as he rose up off the bed; fucking you even harder.

The two of you leaned forward for a sloppy, messy kiss; moaning and groaning into the other’s mouth. The hurried slaps of skin on skin contact intensified for a split moment before stuttering as the man spilled inside you.

This was enough for you, coming on his dick again; your releases mixing together and trickling down his cock. Slowly, the two of you pulled back from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chests brushed against each other, breath heavy and fanning against the other. The flat of his palms pushed against your waist, pulling back to look at you. “Get off me.”

“Give me a moment to breathe, Fei.” You spoke, used to his harsh tone by now. Despite the small annoyed sigh that escaped him, the man didn’t push you off; even leaning back onto his hands and allowing you to remain in his lap— length still inside your wet sex.

A pleased sigh escaped you, arms tightening around his neck as you leaned into him fully. His eyes darted to the side of your face for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

A comfortable silence covered the room for a moment before Feitan spoke again, amusement etched into his words;

“I wonder if the professor will like our.. exam.”

Your eyes flew open at this, glancing down at the grin plastered onto his features. Sure enough, the moment you turned, you spotted your phone on your tripod— still recording.

The next ten minutes was spent fighting the shorter man for your phone, him managing to grab it, and you pleading for the video to not be sent.

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[lightfeltmemories]

black!reader finds out feitan's hair is actually naturally curly

kind of a small thing when you find out that feitan actually has curly hair naturally and... it's kind of cute :3 this is based off the fact that when curly hair while its straight is exposed to steam and water it curls up ;)

also, spoilers! if you haven't caught up with the manga and especially read chapter 396 then don't read this (the curly hair thing isn't made up btw look it up!) and please do not come in my comments asking "why is the reader specifically black shouldn't this be for everyone!!!??" first of all go to literally any other feitan x reader fanfic on here then you can see content geared towards you and second it makes more sense for the reader to be black so hush.. anyway

tags; x black!fem!reader, this is kinda short less than 500 words so if you want something novel long then idk what to tell you, non yandere feitan, soft-ish feitan (you know how he is), definitely self indulgent don't judge, nothing bad happens tbh it's pretty fluffy and just normal couple stuff honestly but there are very brief mentions of torture and murder and that's all, feitan uses your conditioner xD

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you were currently in the kitchen making dinner while feitan was in the shower, before you met him he didn't shower very often, he always had either a metallic smell of blood or straight up rotting human flesh and it smelled horrible, so, you had to talk him into taking showers at least once a week, you were practically begging this man.

and to your surprise, he actually listened.

it had been only about half a year since you both decided to officially start dating, at first you were a bit nervous that he might torture and eventually kill you like everyone else, but that time hasn't come yet, he's actually a tad bit more open with you than he is anyone else, he's more open to your touch, he'll tease you, purposefully hide things you always use just to see you look for them, you learned that he is quite playful.

dinner was almost done and you heard the water shut off in the bathroom meaning feitan was done with the shower.

you decided to fix his dinner first and yours last so that he can come out with his food already out and ready for him, he had been in the shower for about 40 or so minutes while his food was out and ready for less than 10.

you go in the hallway to check on him and you see him walk out with a tower wrapped around his waist, showing off his fit body, for such a small guy it looked as if he lived at the gym.

but that wasn't what surprised you.

what surprised you was the fact that his hair wasn't straight anymore, he had tight, wet curls!

feitan looked at you, confused by your shocked face.

"what?" he asked you.

walking over to him to feel his wet hair, it was soft... and oddly smelled of your conditioner.

"first of all, i didn't know you had curly hair! and second, did you use my conditioner?"

feitan shrugs at the questions. "maybe i did use your conditioner." he says, walking to the shared room, smiling and closing the door behind you.

"well, hurry it up in there because your dinner is ready!"

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[iicloudyiiddyy]

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛.

They walk in, slamming the door as they step in. Silent as they gaze around your home, the dark lights, unwashed dishes, and the faint light coming from the crack under your door. They head towards it , devilish intent and dark lust in their eyes, feelings running rampant inside them, eager to dominate . To control. Blowing off steam during their work can only do so much compared to you. Craving you, and the power-play they have in closed doors with you.

You give them power, a way out. That’s just what he needs. Your screams of pleasure and you cumming on his cock as he stuffs more into you. Forcing you to take more. You would let him have whatever he wanted, and now more than ever he needs the sense of balance.

They enter your room , your candle still burning, as they look around spotting you on the bed, laying down, breathing softly as your none the wiser to the man across from you, their dark eyes tracing your face, you neck, down to your thighs what’s in between them what they came for.

Walking forward tutting on how careless you are, they blew out the candle, the soft orange light scaring away the darkness fleeing as they stand in pitch black, their eyes reflecting the moonlight as they look down at you, imaging all the things they could do to you, all the things they will do. they smile as they lay down , the soft mattress buckling under the weight of their knees as the scent of you wraps around their nose , only further egging them on as they slide under the covers, full body covered by your sheets as they grab your plush thighs, spreading them as they salivate they start off slow, kissing and moving down your thighs as they sigh out of their nose in relief. They peel of your underwear, their slow pace speeding up as the sight of your pussy comes in sight, they lick and prod, your juices running down , you shuffle, groaning as you make the unconscious effort to close your legs. Futile as they are gripped in his hands never once bothering to look up at you as he opens his mouth to slide between your folds, attacking your clit as they suck ,your body betraying you as it shakes from the familiar touch of your lover. Eager to please, they slip a finger inside , curling and prodding the silky walls inside as they shove their face further in , adding a finger pressing down on the spot that makes you squeal.

You whimper in your sleep , unable to escape as they continue your assault , your orgasm steadily on the way. They pick up their speed their tongue never getting enough, never being satisfied as the taste of you gushes out. He loves this, while it would be better if you were awake , your fingers grabbing his hair as you scream out his name this will have to do. Despite you still in dreamland your core tightens as his two fingers scissor, his tongue sliding against them, breaching inside ,you pant, on the verge of waking up your arms scramble as your legs shake, they only grip tighter as the only thing you can do is lay there and take it. You aren’t done till they say, till they ripped so many orgasms, made you cum so many times with just their fingers and their sinful tongue that you bawl for them to stop, and only then will they ease off, however they switch it out with their cock, hard and dripping as they slide into you, fucking you harshly as they groan, your cunt squeezing him as she demands that you give him more, make him feel more ,that you can take more as you sob.

You cum, back arching as you finally awake , shouting and moaning as they pull you through your pleasure, they don’t stop, don’t even blink as your hands scramble for purchase on their head, needing something to ground you. They pull you deeper into them, shoving their face as they lose themselves in your body, your juices leaking down their chin, soiling the sheets. You heave squirming as they add another finger, you babble out their name, confusion blooming in you as struggle. sleep wearing off as you strain you neck to look in between, to catch the culprit. You spot them, your thigh in their hand as they push it to your chest , their body trapping your other limb as their fingers impale inside you, they hum as they twist their tongue inside, fingers expertly bending to hit that spot as a lewd moan erupts from your throat.Your head hitting the pillow as you grind your cunt further on their face. Breath hitching as you choke another orgasm hitting you like a train as you squirt over their tongue they hum once more, lapping harshly as they murmur how wet you are, how you’re being so good for a slut that can’t say their name right, they chuckle vibrations rumbling though you as they find their degradation towards you amusing as you whine.

Their nails dig in your thigh, dark crescent marks blooming as they circle the ball of nerves. You babble as over stimulation burns in your stomach. You beg, plead for them to slow down , despite knowing how fruitless the effort is. They smirk, sadistic glee to your cries as they add another finger, it stings so good. You moan their name as they speed up, set on making you cum once more, over and over again. To paint their tongue white, to hear your screams of pleasure, and they do just that just because they can.

Eren,Levi (AOT) Feitan , Illumi , Pariston (HXH) Madara , Sasuke , Kakashi (NARUTO) Sebastian (BLACK BUTLER) Light, L , (DEATH NOTE) Muzan , Obanai , Inosuke (DEMON SLAYER) Hawks , Dabi , Bakugou , (MHA)

#levi x reader #eren x reader #feitan x reader #feitan #hunter x hunter #attack on titan #black butler #naruto #madara x reader #sasuke x reader #illumi x reader #Pariston x reader #kakashi x reader #light yagami x reader #l x reader #obanai x reader #muzan x reader #inosuke x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #bakugou katsuki #Mᴀʏᴀʀᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇs::🎀🌷

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Adult trio + Feitan- Relationship Headcannons.

- Hisoka Morrow

● Super flirty 24/7

●physical affection

● He let's you do his makeup

● He loves making you laugh.

●He'll show off his card tricks to you.

●Alots of nicknames like (my little fruit, sweetheart, etc.)

●Has a daddy/masterkink

●He loves spoiling you. This man will buy you anything in the world.

● Very clingy and can get very possessive.

● isn't afraid to make out with you in public.

● Gives you makeup lessons

● He likes to do your makeup

● A big fan of pda.

● always calling you

● He isn't really that comfortable being vulnerable, but he'll warm up to you.

● He'll teach you his magic tricks.

● His love language is annoying you constantly.

● Will randomly tickle you.

-Illumi Zoldyck

● Always talk about his precious brother

● gets really angry if someone talks bad about you or tries to hurt you.

● You're the only person who can play with his hair

● Would kill anyone for you.

● Rough and gentle at the same time

● Extremely jealous.

● He'll pick out your outfits for you.

● You're the only person that can calm him down.

● Vents about his family to you

● You're the only person he trusts

● Very overprotective.

● When the two of you get into an argument, he'll be the first one to solve the problem.

● He'll let you touch his pins 📌

● Awkward

- Chrollo Lucilfer

● introduces you to other phantom troupe members.

● takes you on romantic dates

● Very gentle

● long and deep conversations with you.

● Gets you very expensive gifts.

● He'll cook for you

● Husband material 😫

● he's a gentleman. He's the type to hold the door for you or pay for fancy dinners and spoil you.

● He's very patient and understanding.

● He's loving and affectionate.

● overprotective and will save you from danger.

● He'll wear his hair down for you.

● steals anything for you.

● He's always has his hand on your waist.

● Often kisses you on the lips or hands.

- Feitan Potor

● Takes off his bandana around you

● Teaches you his own language

● Probably gets shy when you hug him

● He'll only smile when he's around you

● You'd buy him more colorful clothes

● He likes how you keep him company.

● He definitely likes reading together

● He likes how you don't make fun of him for being short

● Quality time means everything to him

● You'll patch him up or clean his bruises when he comes back from a mission.

● He's not big on affection, but he will accept cuddling or hand holding.

#hunter x hunter #illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi zoldyck x black!reader #hisoka morrow #hisoka morrow x black!reader #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x black!reader #anime x black!reader #hisoka morrow x reader #feitan portor #feitan portor x reader #feitan portor x black!reader #hxh x black!reader

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

—𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇

`𝘪’𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

…𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗏💙

#feitan masterlist #feitan x black!reader #feitan x black fem!reader

[l1tw1ck]

Saw you write for hxh, I was wondering if you could do something with Feitan x dom male reader, anything. There’s barely any content like that.

sub!bottom!ftm feitan x dom!top!male reader

this super duper short, srry

cw: mild dub-con, rope bondage, aphrodisiacs, nipple play, creampie

Feitan wakes up in an unknown bedroom, naked and wrapped in black ribbons. He looks up at you in confusion, his vision blurry and cheeks flushed. “What's going on?”

You look at the card attached to the end of the ribbon and chuckle. ‘Merry Christmas – Chrollo’. “Looks like Chrollo sent me a late Christmas gift.” You lick your lips. “Can't believe you've been hiding a body like this all this time.”

He realizes what's going on, his body growing even hotter. He's definitely been drugged but he can't say that his attraction to you is only because of the aphrodisiac coursing through his body. He wants this. He smirks. “Merry Christmas then, [Name].” He spreads his legs.

Feitan moans loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks as you ram into his wet cunt. You litter kisses and bites along his body, grinning when you hear him whine from biting his nipple. You lick the hardened bud and earn more whines and whimpers from Feitan. You use your hand to show love to his other nipple. He digs his nails into his palms and comes with a loud shout, his soft walls flexing around your cock. You pull away from his chest and bring him into a kiss while you continue fucking him. Thanks to the drug, he’d be upset if you did stop.

You finally slow down and come inside of him. Feitan smiles happily at the warm, gooey feeling inside him.

#wicks🕯️shorts #top male reader #male reader #feitan x male reader #feitan x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x male reader #hxh smut #ftm character #sub character #tw dubious consent

[ataraxiaspainting]

Cherry Wine.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: It is your last day of actual freedom, and Chrollo intends to have it end with a mix of your design and his own. Everything is perfectly set. All he has to do now is wait for you to come into the web.

Warnings: Yandere themes, a wild Feitan appears, stalking, drugging/restraining (chloroform/handcuffs), and kidnapping.

Word Count: 1k.

*~*~*~*

A familiar jingle accompanies the turntable’s rendition of Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers. It is your keychain, moving with your key as you unlock your apartment door, moving as your feet shuffle on your doormat to get rid of the dirt the soles had acquired from walking. The sounds of tired sighs, your headphones being placed beside the rack where your jackets and umbrellas and shoes are placed. Chrollo knows all of these melodies by heart because those notes make up the beautiful orchestra that is you. 

He hears the little creaking noise of the door closing, along with the lock being turned, sealing your fate. A small sound of the closet you keep near the entrance, which holds your bags and fancier footwear like high heels. Chrollo respected the silent rule of never wearing shoes inside, something that is out of character for him whenever he breaks into other peoples’ homes, and had placed his own black loafers behind that one expensive purse you only used one time for a presentation you had to make for your professors and peers. 

He had Shalnark record the entire thing and has rewatched it multiple times, each one seeming better than the last.

Everything about you, from how you walked, how you were so expressive with your facial expressions, how you seemed to be able to befriend anyone, everything about you felt like it came from another world. Or perhaps he is the one who came from another world, metaphorically? Chrollo chuckles at the thought. It would make sense, really, Meteor City felt like another world, that is for certain.

One of your cats meows loudly, the larger but older one from the way the meow was scratchy like nails on a blackboard, most likely being right next to you. He is distressed, perhaps. Chrollo is an unwanted visitor, after all, and despite being more of a cat person, he had to deal with your cats more than your dog, oddly enough. While your dog cowered and hid under the table, whining like she had been reduced to that of the small puppy she was when you first adopted her, your cats teamed up to attempt to scratch his eyes out whenever they jumped on the kitchen table or couch, hissing and possibly screaming bloody murder. Somewhere deep within Chrollo’s heart, it hurts a bit.

He knows that because of your naivety, you will just pet the cat, take off your coat, and your boots, and go upstairs, where your dining table has been set by Chrollo. It’s a welcome gift, in Chrollo’s opinion, but also perhaps an apology one as well.

As soon as you walk into the kitchen, your fate is as doomed as a little fly caught in a spider’s web.

“Come on,” You grumble. “Already? Geez. I just got that bag too…” Are you talking to your cat? “What the hell? I know you have stomach problems but… gosh.”

Ah. Do you plan on switching out the brand of cat food again?

“I guess that’s my own fault though for getting a cat I knew has digestive issues, huh? I can’t be mad at you. You’re almost the same age as me and… that’s a lot in cat years.” Chrollo hears the sound of a yawn as he presumes you are stretching. You must be tired, you have been on your feet all day today helping out your peers with their assignments, as usual. “It’s just now I have to clean up all this puke… argh.”

Should I speed things along? 

A text message from Feitan, who has been outside your apartment door, though you didn’t see him, unsurprisingly. He is most likely getting annoyed, from the tone of the writing, because Feitan can be doing much more important things for the Troupe instead of helping you “settle in” as Chrollo put it.

That won’t be necessary. Trust me. Everything is going as planned so far, even if this is a minor setback.

The reason why Chrollo didn’t choose someone like Phinks or Nobunaga to help him with this task is because Feitan is the most silent. He can easily imagine the other two scaring you away accidentally if they accidentally lose their cover.

The table is set, with flowers and books and other things you love. All he has to do is wait.

You should have just brought Machi.

Chrollo sighs at that, just barely audible. But he knows Feitan is nothing but loyal to him, so he knows that he will not try anything that he does not like.

Machi is busy shopping with Paku and Shizuku for the other things I need for [First], it would be rude to ruin their own task, Fei.

With that, Chrollo’s message is left on read.

Everything is going according to plan, and Feitan will not ruin it, even if he had wanted to.

All that is left is to wait. You’ll come on your own.

Feitan is only here if you attempt to run afterward, after you see your gifts, after all.

He hears footsteps, coming up the stairs, at long last.

One.

Two.

A large meal is placed on the side of the table that has an empty chair. Chrollo sits across, smiling. Plates and bowls filled with things that are sweet, savory, and everything else in between. They are all your favorites, Chrollo double-checked with Shalnark before he had left. Other items are placed on the table as well, like that jewelry set you were eyeing last week but unfortunately was too expensive for you. You were trying to limit how much you spend, a good habit to build surely. It is a shame you will never get to use that skill, though. Unless Chrollo gives you an allowance each week based on how well you behave, an entertaining concept in his opinion, but if it ever becomes reality it will have to wait a few weeks at the very least.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Chrollo also had Feitan carry handcuffs, in case the chloroform does not work as it was intended to.

But that is after you two talk, it would be rude to not introduce himself and show off everything he has bought for you.

Seven.

#aya abstractions #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hunter x hunter x reader #yandere hxh x reader #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader

[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Feitan Portor NSFW Profile

Yandere! Feitan Portor x fem! reader

Tw: mentions of non/dub-con, stalking, masturbation, kidnapping, spit, drool, lots and lots of cum, Feitan is gross and icky and comes in your conditioner I'm so sorry, seriously this one is pretty gross I apologize now, bondage, ropes, blood, period sex, consumption of period blood, Stockholm Syndrome, a few mentions of reader having pubic hair, mentions of premature ejaculation, Feitan has intimacy issues, a touch of sadomasochism, dry humping, blindfolds, begging, edging, overstimulation, there's a lot going on, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy! 

WC: 12K (oh my god)

HABITS:

Even amongst the Troupe, Feitan is particularly emotionally stunted. 

Of course, he knows about relationships, about the intimacy that ensues - he’s never personally fucked anyone, but he knows how it goes, what it’s like (at least, in theory), how it’s supposed to feel. He’s just never wanted to - his libido is actually quite low, and although he’s spent nights tossing and turning in bed, cock throbbing and aching for attention, he’s never felt the urge to find some random woman for a fun, stress relieving night. 

Sure, he’s jerked off more times than he can count, and he’s been to more strip clubs with Phinks and Uvogin than he’d care to admit. He’s been around it his whole life, even from a young age as a child in Meteor City - so yes, he knows about sex. 

He’s just never been able to tolerate someone long enough to consider sleeping with them, much less actively wanting to sleep with them. And yet, once you step into his life, Feitan finds himself uncomfortably aroused by the idea of letting his hands wander your body, of seeing the way your pretty face would scrunch up in pleasure, of hearing your little moans and yelps when he kisses you and sinks his teeth in just a bit too hard. 

Once his obsession with you forms and he begins moving past some of those initial mental barriers, Feitan finds himself beginning to crave you intimately, physically, sexually. And, just as the rest of his feelings for you, he hates it at first. 

He hates how just a simple thought of you has his body growing hot, the collar of his jacket uncomfortably tight as he shifts his weight, trying to ignore the way blood is steadily rushing south. 

He hates how just a simple look from you, with your eyes all innocent yet sultry, makes him gulp a bit, his fingers twitching at his side. He doesn’t like how he can’t control his body’s reaction to you, but it’s not like he can help it - it’s instinctual, primal, carnal, as if his body is recognizing that you’re the chosen one for him to fornicate with, as if you’re the only one worthy of his sexual attention.

Feitan doesn’t like this change in developments much, but quickly he finds himself at a crossroads; he can spend nearly every night staring at the black of his ceiling, laying in bed and glancing down at the massive tent in the sheets centered around his crotch, or he can give in and get working, letting his hand run along the length of his cock all with you on his mind.

 He doesn’t feel guilty about masturbating to you, per se, but there is this weird sense of embarrassment that sits heavy in his chest as he exhales shakily and spreads the bead of precum along his shaft. There is this weird feeling like he’s doing something bad, something naughty, as if you’d be disgusted if you were to ever find out.

It makes him feel strange, but he almost likes it - it’s a thrill he gets, particularly to the knowledge that you’d probably be disgusted to know he wrings himself dry (often more than once at a time) nearly every night, all with the mental image of you naked, writhing and stuffing your fingers into that warm, wet, oh so fucking tight cunt of yours. 

He’d never admit, but he’d give anything to be your fingers, to feel the sensation of being inside you, even if it was only for a few moments. (That’d probably be enough to make come the first time he fucks you, anyways.)

Once he gives in to getting off with you in mind, Feitan finds himself fucking his fist frequently, frantically, his hips thrusting into his hand faster and rougher the longer he goes on, the longer the image of you crying his name and clenching down around his cock plays behind his eyelids.

He wraps his hand around his girth and immediately starts violently pumping his fist up and down, until he’s eventually stuttering your name and coming, sending spurts of cum flying up onto his chest, the white staining his pale chest. It feels good, or at least good enough to satisfy him for the moment, up until he ends up palming himself through his pants the next night. 

It’s a never ending cycle, and frankly it leaves Feitan frustrated – it’s just not enough. The thought of you is more than enough, really, to functionally get him shooting ropes of cum out of his swollen, needy tip, but there’s this part of him buried deep inside that needs more, something to make him feel like it’s really you he’s touching and fucking. 

It’s not enough to be the one touching himself, when he knows it would feel different if it was your soft hand, your warm lips, your tight walls. He needs something more, something more intimate and personal and you in order to really get himself off, to really feel connected to you in the way he craves. 

And so, Feitan makes a discovery one evening that changes everything; he has a penchant for sneaking into your room after you’ve fallen asleep, the dismal security of your apartment something he’s simultaneously grateful and irritated with you for. He likes to just watch you sleeping, those dark eyes taking in every detail about your unconscious form, all exposed for his viewing pleasure without you even knowing it. 

He always shuffles closer the longer he watches, his feet taking just a tiny step every once in a while, just because he can smell you better when he’s closer, see more detail in your skin and features, and it’s only after he’s crept his way right up to your side that he notices it. He should be disgusted, he thinks, when he sees the bit of drool slipping past your lips, your slumber deep enough that you haven’t noticed the wet pool of it against your pillow. 

He should be grimacing and scooting away, revolted by something so gross, but instead Feitan finds his eyes getting caught on the way your lips are just slightly parted, the wetness against your chin shining ever so slightly in the pale moonlight. 

He doesn’t really know why he does it, but soon his fingers are reaching out, lightly brushing against your lip, a sharp inhale audible as he feels the warm wetness of your saliva against his fingertips. He’ll retract his hand, staring with narrowed eyes, before slowly, carefully bringing his fingers to his own mouth, slipping them past his lips, letting his eyes flutter closed because he’s tasting you. 

It’s euphoric, your spit sweet and leaving the perfect tang on his tongue, and suddenly Feitan’s reaching into his jacket pockets, frantically searching for the vial he keeps on hand, just in case he needs a bit of blood from a victim or enemy. He gulps when he finally pulls it out, wiping at it to rid it of any remaining blood, before carefully bringing the glass up to your face, positioning it right below your chin so that the next bit of drool to drip out of your mouth lands in the vial rather than on your pillow. 

It’s a slow process, filling it up, but Feitan’s committed, spending every night sitting beside your bed, watching you sleep and seeing the glass slowly fill with your drool, collected all for him. And when he finally has enough? Well, it’s easy to transition from slowly dipping his fingers in the vial and letting his tongue glide over them to letting the spit cover other areas of his body, even if the mere idea makes him scoff while a blush settles over the bridge of his nose. 

It’s not until one night, though, that he finally takes the plunge, crossing a line he can never recover from. He’d been particularly pent up, his cock absolutely swollen, aching and desperate for release, and his fist was just not enough. Even as he pounded away, biting his lip and furrowing his thin brows, the pleasure just wouldn’t come. 

His eyes wander from his ceiling down to his dresser, zeroing in on the glass vial sitting so innocently, so provocatively, practically taunting him to come closer. He’s snatching up the glass before he can really think, sitting back down and tearing the top off, his fingers moving faster than he can process. 

Soon, he’s dipping them in, swirling them a bit to make sure they’re really covered, but instead of bringing them to his lips, his hands travel south - gripping onto his cock, the wet coolness making him hiss through his teeth. He brings his wrist up, your saliva slowly smearing along his shaft, leaving it wet and twitching in the cold air of his bedroom, visibly throbbing as he runs his thumb over his slit, making sure to absolutely drench himself with your spit. 

His eyes slide shut, head rolled back slightly as he moves his hand at a steady, painfully slow pace, trying to calm his heart rate because this is so very different from before. It’s different, if only because it’s you - your saliva is letting his hand move smoother, your saliva coating his skin, you helping him to get off. It makes him feel dizzy, the familiar coil in his stomach appearing embarrassingly quickly as he speeds up his fist, images of you playing behind his eyes. 

He can’t help but imagine you on your knees before him, staring up at him with those pretty eyes, all wide and glassy and yearning, with your hands tied behind your back and your lips parted, pink tongue lolled out and waiting for him to fill that tight throat of yours. He grunts, squeezing at his tip, digging his fingers back through the vial to refresh the supply of your drool, and in his mind he’s slowly tracing your lips with the head, smearing his precum along your skin as you clench your thighs together and hum, practically begging him to facefuck you. 

Feitan hunches forward slightly as his wrist moves even faster, hand flying up and down his shaft, wet noises accompanying every jerk all caused by the excessive wetness he’s coated himself with, the feeling of your spit exactly what he’d be feeling if he was actually stuffing your little mouth, dark hairs tickling your cheeks and nose as he pushes your head all the way down, so that his tip is nestled down your throat. 

He lets out a guttural groan at that, a strained noise that makes him grimace, but he can’t help it - his orgasm is approaching, and he can’t help but listen to the wet squelching noises and imagine your gags and sharp breaths accompanying them, his toes curling. It feels so good, a building warmth in his naval that only grows bigger, stronger, more insistent, and all too soon he’s imagining the way you’d present your face to him when he pulls out and strokes himself over your face, cum spurting from his tip and landing in rivulets all along your cheeks, lips, nose, even getting into your hair.

You’d look so good, all messy and out of breath and covered in him him him, just as he is you. 

He bares his teeth as he feels himself right on the edge, his fingers clutching onto the vial so tightly he nearly shatters it, his cock bobbing and throbbing, balls clenching as he curls in on himself, small chants of your name mumbled under breath and then he’s coming, cum spraying everywhere as he gasps, hips bucking involuntarily into the air, chasing after his fist with every pump, aching to be releasing inside you, where it belongs. 

He takes a moment to come down from his high, chest heaving and eyes wide, staring down at the vial in his shaking hand, the weight of his orgasm shocking him. He’d never come so hard, like every muscle in his body was spasming, the pleasure nearly overwhelming. His eyes flick over to the clock, and he splutters, seeing the time. 

3:08, meaning only three minutes had passed since he’d snatched up the vial, feeling your spit against his skin, feeling you against the sensitive skin of his cock. 

His eyes close, his breath finally evening out, before he’s carefully setting the vial aside, recapping it and laying onto his back, trying to process why the hell he’d come so fast with something as grotesque as your spit to help him. He’s not sure, but then the images return of you on your knees for him, face still covered in his release and telling him that you want more, please Feitan, will you give me more? 

He groans as he feels his softening cock suddenly begin growing once more, his hips twitching as he reaches down to lightly grope at his balls, swallowing and deciding whether to dip his fingers into the vial yet again - he only has a limited supply, after all, and he’d be needing it again tomorrow night when he inevitably lets his mind wander to thoughts of you tied up and begging for him. 

He grumbles, a strained sort of sound, before getting to work once more, spitting into his hand and letting a small, barely there smile grace his lips, the slight flush still high on his cheeks. He’d have to get some more, he decided, because this? 

Well, fucking you was surely better, but Feitan would be a food to not capitalize on this new discovery - and when he’s painting his chest with ribbons of cum again a few minutes later, he decides that he’ll never go back to not having something of yours to aid him while he gets off. 

It’s just more intimate this way, better, like you’re really there - like you’re really naked and ready to fulfill every need, desire and fantasy of his. 

Like you want him. 

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your face

In general, Feitan thinks you’re attractive. He’s hesitant to say beautiful or pretty or really anything of the sort, if only because the way he feels for you is a bit more complicated than that. 

You’re not just pretty; you’re alluring, someone that always seems to catch his eye no matter how hard he tries to stop it. 

You’re not beautiful; objectively, there’s nothing about you that he hasn’t seen in hundreds of other women, whether it be your hair, your lips, your figure, or anything else. (Except maybe your eyes, or maybe your smile - things that are just so unapologetically you, things that Feitan thinks he could recognize with his eyes closed.) 

You’re nothing particularly special, physically speaking, and yet there’s something about you that he just can’t shake, some involuntarily thing that motivates him to always have his eyes on you, his body unconsciously facing you, his senses just so very aware of you. And because Feitan spends so much time simply watching you, he’s become extremely well antiquated with your features, with your pretty face that always seems to pull him in, like a moth to a flame. 

He’s memorized the way your lips curve, the soft skin puckering and moving with every word you say, and he often finds his gaze flicking down to watch while you talk, eyes sitting there idly as he lets his mind wander to what else you can do with those lips, what other shapes they can make. 

He’s studied every slope of your nose, the shape seeming to fit your face perfectly, and he even finds himself turning his lip when he sees models or celebrities with the same nasal structure - it doesn’t look nearly as good on them as it does you. 

And of course, your eyes - he’s spent more hours than he can count looking into them, unwilling to break the eye contact as he stares, fascinated with the color, how they shine in the light, how sunlight seems to make them glow, making you glow. 

So while there’s not any particular thing Feitan can say makes you attractive, you just are - enough so that he’s found himself seeing flashing images of your face late at night, when he’s unable to sleep and polishing his weapons, letting his mind wander and inevitably stumble into thoughts of you. He’ll relive the way you look when you smile - your grin is wide, teeth exposed, the pretty skin of your lips all stretched to accommodate your joy. 

You look good like that, and all too soon his innocent thought process of you is slipping into something sinister, something dirty and risqué, because now he’s imagining the way you’d smile up at him when he’s got you underneath him, your pretty little pleas and desperate begs for him to touch you making his skin tingle and his throat feel stuffy. 

He’s imagining the way you’d lick your lips when he tells you to get on your knees, his cock mere inches from your face as he strokes  himself, the eagerness and hunger in your eyes making him rush forward and bury himself down your throat in one go.

He’s imagining the way you’d look when he’s got you creaming on his cock, face pressed against the mattress and a mixture of tears and drool slipping down your chin, the pleasure just too much, even while your hips grind back on him, wanting more more more. 

He just likes your face, finding it oddly pleasing, and when the two of you are intimate, he finds himself eagerly searching out your facial expressions as often as possible - it’s the way he knows what you like, if you’re enjoying what he’s doing to you, if he’s doing a good job. 

So really, exaggerate the expressions, make it clear exactly what you’re feeling, and Feitan will be over the fucking moon - pounding into you with a new vigor, a sudden resolve to get you coming at least twice before he’s done with you. You’re just too attractive for him to resist, and he’s only a man, after all. 

His hands 

In general, Feitan is a fan of showing his feelings rather than articulating them, and even then only to an extent. 

There’s only so far he’s willing to expose his vulnerability, and it just becomes easier and less scary to just show you, to let his actions speak louder. And despite it taking a very, very long time for him to grow comfortable enough to actually act on this philosophy, one of the first ways that he’ll settle into touching you is with his hands. 

They’re rough, the skin calloused and scarred, pale fingers just the slightest bit off in certain spots, evidence of the multitudes of times he’s broken them. His fingers are lithe, nimble, quick and dexterous, evidence of his abilities with swords and the various tools he uses for work. And so, once he turns his hands onto you, you’ll notice all these things. 

It starts small - a fleeting feeling of his fingers pressing against the small of your back, merely a ghost of a touch that leaves you wondering if you really felt anything at all. 

He’ll reach out to flick at your forehead if you do something dumb (something endearing, but dumb), glaring at you and telling you to stop it, though his fingers are tingling where they made contact with your skin. 

He’ll lightly lay his hand on your hip, or on your thigh, keeping it there for a few moments before snatching it back to his own side, his hand flexing and the muscles tightening up because god, did you like that? Did you like it when he touched you? 

He gets in his head way too much about how you react to his touch, but the truth is that Feitan is incredibly touch starved, particularly when it comes to any sort of positive or romantic touch. 

He’s a criminal and has grown up in horrible conditions, and he’s simply never cared. But now that you’re here, someone for him to live out all those cliche, stupid romantic tropes? Well, he can’t directly ask for your affection, but you’ll notice the way his hands lay on your body for just a beat too long, just enough to make you wonder whether that touch was really as innocent as he seems to think it was (it’s not, at least not as much as he wishes - every time his skin brushes yours, this spark of electricity dances up his spine, making him gulp and tense up, because while the feeling blooming in his chest is warm and good, it’s still foreign, still something he hasn’t quite gotten used to yet).

And even once he reaches the stage where he’s grown comfortable enough with the concept of being intimate with you to actually touch you, he still relies heavily on his hands. Particularly, Feitan grows an affinity for fingering you - he loves the way your cunt just seems to suck his fingers in, as if your body is begging for more and more of him, craving his touch and the pleasure only he can give you. 

He’ll experiment a lot with you at first, curling his fingers or scissoring them, dark eyes appraising your face and checking for any changes in expression that could hint at what rhythm or area you like. 

(You’ll wonder where he learned some of the motions he tries out on you - he’ll never admit to watching porn to learn some ideas, nor that he practiced them before trying them out on you, his hand sandwiched between two pillows as he diligently curled them, perfecting the ‘come hither’ motion or letting his thumb practice rubbing tight, firm circles against the cotton. No, he’d rather die than have you learn that - you can’t know how badly he wants to please you, after all.) 

He likes to watch his fingers dipping inside you, the way they emerge all wet and glistening, a ring of white sitting right above his knuckles and filling him with pride. 

(Often, he finds himself idly staring at his fingers after you’ve fallen asleep, your body sore and exhausted after the fucking he’d put you through. He’ll spread them, staring from all angles, remembering the feeling of your wet heat around them, how your walls clamped down on him, even how your lips and tongue flicked across them when he’d shoved them into your mouth earlier. He’ll bring them to his lips, idly sucking on them, trying in vain to get every last drop of you off of them, so that he can taste you for just a moment longer, just to satisfy himself for as long as he can.) 

He’s a late bloomer and it will take him a long while to reach the point of being willing to touch you sexually (though he wants to from pretty much the get-go, much to his embarrassment), but once he does, you’d better get used to the feeling of his hands against your skin - after all, he’s insistent, and you do not want to reject his touch. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just moan and sigh and tell him it feels good, because Feitan is just so much more agreeable when he’s happy - you’ll get to come that way, too.

DRIVE:

Generally speaking, Feitan’s libido has never been especially high. Sex has never been a priority for him, and even once his days as a Troupe member begin, this doesn’t change. He doesn’t see the attraction to sleeping around, to fucking random women just for a few minutes of fleeting pleasure. 

It’s just so much work to be around others, to have to communicate and hear their complaining when he doesn’t put effort into making them feel good – it’s just not fun, not something he wants to spend his time with. And so, while Feitan is certainly no saint, he doesn’t actively seek out sexual partners. And he especially doesn’t seek out touching another person, letting himself be touched, becoming vulnerable in any possible way.

So, once you step into his life, this self-inflicted celibacy doesn’t really change all that much. Of course, the idea of touching you is significantly more attractive than it would be to touch a random stranger, but Feitan is still not especially eager to fuck you once his obsession develops. 

He’s a bit of a late bloomer, taking a while to let his emotions warm up to you. In doing so, it takes a long, long time for his sexual urges towards you to appear, because Feitan prides himself on having good self control. But once he fully gives in to the fact that he wants you, in a way that’s entirely new and scary and foreign to him, the urges begin appearing. 

The idly thoughts wondering what you’re wearing, what you’re thinking about, if you’re in the mood… He’s still not as horny as some of his fellow Troupe members, but Feitan begins regularly imagining fucking you, the thoughts seemingly popping out of nowhere and completely unannounced. 

Frankly, it’s irritating; why is he imagining you without a shirt on when Phinks is telling him about the latest job Chrollo had paired them up for? (It’s a pain in the ass to hide the slowly growing tent in his trousers from the blond - he always just seems to know, and Feitan would rather die than be subjected to the never ended teasing.) 

Why is he imagining the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock when he’s slicing off that man’s head, the cut clean and clear yet the only thing he can think of being how your cheeks would hollow as you suck? 

It’s annoying, and although he tries to fight it at first, he eventually gives up. There’s only so much he can stop himself from imagining, and as his obsession grows deeper, the perverse fantasies he holds towards you only grow more numerous, more pronounced, more longed for. He finds himself actively wanting to be intimate with you, and while he won’t act on that desire for a very long time, it’s left to quality sit, festering and brewing inside him until one day it’s all just too much, a dam bursting that forces him to finally take that last step, to let himself rest a hand on you or brush his lips against your cheek or graze his finger along your nipple. 

He doesn’t move very fast, but Feitan’s in no rush - after all, you’re stuck with him for the rest of your life, and he’ll be the only other human you’ll ever interact with. By the time he’s ready to progress your relationship forward, you’ll likely have come around, desperate enough for human contact that you’ll want him to touch you, that you’ll want to touch him back. 

Just the thought makes him gulp and flex his fingers, excitement and anxiety settling into his stomach, his cock growing half hard even as his mind winces. 

However, because he has so many issues surrounding intimacy and vulnerability, Feitan will likely never actually force you into anything. 

Because you’re likely to come around and develop Stockholm Syndrome by the time he’s ready to touch you, you’ll be more than eager to let his hand rest on your waist, or to let him stand behind you so that your ass is pressed against his crotch, the tent in his pants more than apparent. You’ll be ready, but until he’s ready, he has to find alternatives. 

Because he’s still frequently experiencing sexual urges towards you way before he’s willing to act on them, Feitan finds himself quite sexually frustrated. He has all these dirty thoughts, all these possessive, insistent feelings urging him to just take you, to stake his claim on you by stuffing you full of his cock and cum, and he has to release them somehow. 

And so, he falls back on a method that he isn’t necessarily proud of, but does find some sick, twisted sense of pride and amusement from. That is, because he’s the one supplying literally everything to you once you’re trapped under his roof, it’s not so hard to tamper with some of the ingredients of your essentials. 

Your conditioner, for instance; he buys you the brand you love (something he tells you is coincidence but most certainly isn’t), and as he opens the cap and smells it one day while you’re asleep in the next room over, he can’t help but notice how creamy it is, how thick and how white it is.

It make shim gulp, and after quickly making sure to lock the bedroom door you’re trapped behind, Feitan shakily returns to the bathroom, exhaling deeply. It’s just a coincidence that the conditioner resembles something that he produces, right? 

It’s an amusing twist of fate that your favorite conditioner (with the scent he can only describe as you) looks almost exactly like his cum, right? 

Feitan thinks so, and as his mind wanders back to the little stunt you’d pulled earlier in the day, he finds himself settling onto the closed toilet lid, reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock, already drooling precum and sensitive to the touch. 

You’d been laying on your bed, blanket barely covering your body as you slept, the skimpy pajamas you’d fallen asleep in in disarray on your figure. Your shirt had bunched up, letting one pert, supple breast slip out, your nipple on display, not even the blanket managing to cover it up. 

(He’d froze when he noticed, slowly creeping closer, licking his lips and unable to stop staring.) 

And those damn sleeping shorts, always getting moved around and never quite sitting right on your hips when you wake up, were twisted a bit, the holes for your legs angled just right so that if he looked the right way, he could see the very edge of your cunt, one lip covered with pretty pubic hairs, looking soft and warm and so fuckable. 

You were asleep, and somewhere in Feitan’s mind he knows you weren’t doing it on purpose, but it’s hard not to blame you for being so indecent, for hoping to tempt Feitan into giving in. You’re such a fucking minx, all teasing and daring to show off your assets, and how was Feitan supposed to react to this? How was he not supposed to immediately grow aroused and flustered, unable to tare his gaze from your vulnerable body?  

Eventually he’d managed to, shutting the door behind him and taking a few uneven breaths, trying desperately to not replay the image of your breast over and over in his mind. It’s no use, however, and as he splashes his face with cold water in the bathroom, that’s when his eyes land on the conditioner bottle. 

His hand moves fast as he fucks his fist, hissing under his breath over and over as he steadily gets closer, driven forward by the idea of lewd it will be to have his cum in something as personal as you conditioner. 

He can’t stop thinking about how you’d have no idea, waltzing around with his cum soaked into your pretty hair, maybe even making you smell like him - He’s groaning, the thoughts pushing him closer and closer to the edge, his orgasm hurtling forward as he imagines the way you’d lather it in your hands, humming and making sure every square inch of your hair is covered in it, covered in him. 

He imagines the way you’d bring it up to your nose and deeply inhale, sighing because it’s your favorite scent, wondering why it smells a bit more musky than you remember, but not minding. Maybe you’d even like the new scent, and just the thought of that is enough to push him over the edge, a sharp growl slipping past his lips as he aims his cock right into the bottle, cum spraying all over the conditioner, the white colors matching perfectly. 

He’s breathing hard, a seemingly never ending series of spurts coming from his swollen tip, and once he thinks he’s done, he grasping his length and lightly shaking it, lodging any loose bits of cum out, coaxing them to join the pile. Once done, he’ll gulp, letting a small smirk slip onto his lips as he closes the bottle, shutting the lid tight and shake the bottle, making sure to thoroughly mix it. 

He won’t tell you about his little ‘gift’, of course not - but you’ll know something is up when he’s standing stiff as you exit the bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and wet hair having been marinating in the special mixture he made for you, and when he’s eagerly sniffing your head every chance he gets after that, you’ll have to realize something is amiss. 

When he’s asking you if your hair feels particularly soft, you’ll have to know he’s trying to get at something, some layer underneath the surface that he’s really speaking about. 

It’s enough to satisfy him for the time being, his possessiveness over you quelling ever so slightly because even though it’s not in your cunt, where it belongs, at least he’s got his cum somewhere on you - and until he’s ready to fuck you properly, that’ll have to do. It’ll become habit, and one day you may even stumble upon him midway through the process, your conditioner bottle an inch or so from his tip as he frantically tugs and pulls. 

(He’ll freeze, unable to process that he got caught, and frankly, he’ll just try to ignore that you ever saw it, not willing to broach the topic - and you won’t be either, because what the fuck?)He just really, really desires you, and Feitan is a resourceful man - so I hope you like the smell of musk and a bit of iron, because you’ll be smelling like it for weeks.

MAIN THREE KINKS:

Orgasm Control

In general, Feitan has to be in control in the bedroom. It’s not that he’s particularly onto any dominant or submissive roles between the sheets, but more because he doesn’t like the feeling of vulnerability that accompanies letting other people pleasure him. Something about being at the mercy of someone else’s touch or whims makes him nervous, an unpleasant feeling blooming in his stomach that leaves him fidgety and jumpy. 

And so, every sexual interaction with you will see him starring as the dominant role, always calling the shots, and nothing exemplifies this sentiment quite like the way he treats your orgasms. Despite not having a huge amount of sexual experience prior to his infatuation with you, he’s very obviously aware that both partners are capable of orgasming in any given sexual interaction, that it should be expected and achieved regardless of methodology. 

With other women, Feitan wouldn’t care in the least – he’s selfish by nature, and if he were to ever have sex with anyone other than you, in no way, shape or form would he pay any mind to their pleasure, only chasing after his own release. 

But with you, this sentiment is a bit different; he wants to get you off, if only because seeing the way your body responds to him, shaking and shivering and moaning and clenching, gets him harder, his breath more ragged, his palms sweatier. There’s something incredibly pleasing about seeing the way your body is sensitive to his every touch that makes him giddy, an odd mixture of power, arousal and eagerness filling him. 

He wants to make you a mess, to get you gushing and creaming and whimpering as he fingers you, as he shoves his cock inside you, even as he tongues at your clit (eating you out isn’t something that happens often, but when it does, Feitan expects you to come from it). He likes the sight of you falling apart for him, and consequently, that desperation for power and control comes hurtling back – so that he is the one in control of your orgasms. 

He wants to be the one choosing when, how, and why you’re coming, every one of your movements a result of him. 

He tends to rely heavily on edging you, enjoying the way you squirm and beg for him to keep going. He’ll have two slender, nimble fingers buried inside of you, curling and scissoring, the stretch a bit painful but in a pleasure-tinged way, making your toes curl and your bottom lip catch between your teeth. 

His thumb will rub consistent, steady circles at your clit, the little nub sore and swollen, and he’ll keep his ministrations up until you’re breathing heavier, your stomach and thighs clenching, the telltale signs that you’re nearing your high. 

(He’s very, very good at reading your body when it comes to your sexual pleasure – he’s spent so long stalking you that he’s seen you touching yourself more times than he can count, and while watching the way your cunt takes the toy is very, very difficult to tear his eyes away from, he’d made sure to study every other part of your body, too. He’s watched the way your face morphs as you get closer, your brows shooting up and your lips parting a bit, your eyes fluttering and threatening to close as the pleasurable knot in your gut grows tighter and tighter and tighter. He’s watched the way your legs shake, the muscles in your thighs visibly twitching and clenching, trying desperately to close and clench together, prompting him to imagine how they’d feel around his head, around his waist, around his cock. He’s even noticed your breathing, how you sound, the way your voice gets higher and more breathy, your moans increasing in intensity until you let out this sudden, strained gasp that gets him swallowing harshly, a thick pearl of precum dripping from his tip from the mere sound.)

He’s constantly observing you even while he's intimate with you, those dark eyes never wavering from your form, and he’ll bring you right to the edge, noticing with a tightness in his throat that your legs are starting to tremble, that your voice is climbing up, that you’re starting to get all gaspy and your abdominal muscles are clenching, and god, you’re squeezing around his fingers so damn tight – 

The confused, desperate whine you let out when he suddenly pulls his fingers out of you makes him smirk a bit, the way your watery eyes blearily blink up at him, half clouded in lust and disappointment making him reach out to pinch at your pebbled nipple. Not yet, one more time. He’ll tell you, laughing a bit as you whine and gulp, chest heaving and your fingers twitching. He’ll make you wait, maybe even reaching down and jerking himself off a bit, making a show of hissing under his breath and making sure that you can see him, hearing the wet noises as he flicks his wrist and imagines it’s your sweet little pussy wrapped around him rather than his own fingers.

He’s embarrassingly sensitive when he does this, his own touch making him buck his hips as he stares down at you, spread before him, underneath him, where you belong. He’ll make sure to give enough time that you come down from your sensitivity, before resuming his ministrations, making you gasp and bite your lip. 

He’ll keep doing this over and over and over, denying you of your orgasm some five or so times before he finally, finally decides that you’ve behaved well enough, that you deserve to feel good. (Often, what finally gets him to cave in is the fact that he too is very close, and while it’s cliché and stupid and a bit pathetic, he really likes it when you both come at the same time, your orgasms matching up so he can feel like you’re doing it together.) 

He’ll work you through it, not stopping his motions, which brings up another aspect of how Feitan likes to tease you and assert his control over you – he doesn’t like overstimulation quite as much as denial, but he’s not shy about going faster, harder, his motions seeming almost frantic as you start whining and shaking, going on about how it’s too much, Feitan it’s too much I can’t! 

He’ll just growl and shut you down, slapping (not too hard) your clit and seeing you way you jerk, telling you to shut up and take it, you’ve done it before. He likes seeing your eyes get all teary, your body spasming and shaking even harder, the overstimulation making you cry out his name with a renewed fervor. 

(He’d never admit it, but that’s one of his favorite parts – he never pegged himself to be a fan of loud moans, but there’s something about the way that you do it, when it’s his name you’re moaning, that makes him throb, his cock twitching without any stimulation. You sound so destroyed, so wrecked and utterly desperate for him that it makes his head spin, his chest filling with pride and lust and satisfaction because you do need him, and your body is just proving that.) 

He’s cruel, often pulling three or four orgasms from you every time he touches you, those dark eyes staring unblinking down at you, almost studying you as you fall apart on his cock, on his fingers, on anything he chooses. It makes him feel good to know that he’s in full control, that he can choose when you come – it shows his place above you, helping him to justify the fact that he’s pleasuring you, that he’s taking the time and effort to make you feel good when he really doesn’t need to. 

He’s just being generous – you should be grateful he even cares about your pleasure at all. 

(Say thank you to him as you orgasm and he’s gone – cum is dripping down your skin or out of your pretty hole before you can process what’s even happening, the man above you gasping and heaving, trying desperately to make sure you don’t see the slight red staining his cheeks.) 

He wants you to follow his commands, so just let him do as he pleases – you’ll come eventually, most of the time.

Bondage

Tying into his preferences for holding control in the bedroom, Feitan has a certain affinity for seeing you restrained. 

There’s something about the way your body is presented to him when you’re all tied up that gets him feeling hot, his hands twitching and yearning to reach out and touch you. He’s not picky about what he uses to bind you – the tried and true rope is never displeasing, and the variety of pretty knots and positions he can force you into this way leave him nearly drooling at all the different sexual fantasies he can carry out with you. 

He’s particularly fond of tying you up in ways that are just the slightest bit humiliating, positions that make your neck and cheeks feel hot, embarrassment eating away at you because god, everything is exposed. 

He likes when your legs are spread, a bit of rope keeping your calves firmly pressed to your thighs while your pussy is exposed to open air, the perfect amount of space between your legs for him to slip into. He likes when your breasts are free, jiggling and bouncing with every thrust, the rope digging into your sternum or ribcage as you moan and writhe. 

(He also likes when the rope crisscrosses over your chest, digging into your nipple and making you whine in pain and pleasure, and when he undoes the ropes, he loves the way your nipples are so sore and swollen, a much darker color than they normally are and practically begging to be pinched at, to be twisted and pulled on until you’re a sniffly, moaning mess.) 

He’ll often tie your wrists together behind your back, rope connecting from your waist to the back of your knees, keeping your legs bent while he forces your ass into the air, mounting you from behind and absolutely destroying you. 

Rope is his favorite, if only because there’s something so familiar, so comforting in using it – of course, he never desires to fuck any of his victims, but he knows how to manipulate the material in order to get you bent the way he wants you to be. 

And while he has no desire to do anything to you that he would to those he tortures, there’s something oddly sexy and taboo about the fact that he’s using the same kind of rope on you as he did to the man the other day. It’s dirty, sinful, if only because this is as close as he can come to mixing two of the things he loves most – you, and his job. 

You’re safe this way, not liable to be cut or maimed or anything of the sort, but you’re still utterly at his hands, vulnerable to every whim or desire he wishes to enact on you. He likes how helpless you are when you’re tied up, unable to reach out or take control of your own pleasure, entirely reliant on him to do everything for you – something as big as stretching you out on his cock, or as small as pushing away a stray piece of hair in your face as he fucks your throat. 

The power trip is insane, and while he won’t hurt you, just the knowledge that he could makes him harder than he’s ever been. He’s a fan of other alternatives to rope, too – handcuffs are fine, a bit too mainstream for him to use regularly, but in a bind it’ll do. 

(Especially if he’s grown more comfortable with you, willing to show a more vulnerable side, because handcuffs give him less control and allow you to actively participate in your pleasure, letting you grind back against him or wrap your legs around his waist or any number of other things that can signal that you want him too.) 

Silk ties are fine, and on days where he’s feeling a bit more sentimental or emotional, he’ll prefer to use these because there’s less chance of you bruising or getting any burns or rashes. (Plus, there’s something so fitting about you being shrouded in silk – you, who’s so weak and soft and dainty, matching perfectly with the fabric. It makes him snort a bit, because you always look like such an angel when you’re all tied up for him in this way – like a beautiful, naïve little angel just begging to be destroyed and tainted by his hands, a feat he’s more eager and impatient to accomplish than he’d care to admit.) 

He’s even willing to use clothing to get you restricted – maybe the shirt you’d been wearing (his shirt, one he let you borrow, the one he finds adorable on you even if he’d never tell you) will get tied around your wrists, keeping them firmly above your chest as he sinks into you and squeezes his eyes shut, biting back the moan that threatens to tumble at his lips because you’re just so damn tight. 

He’ll use your panties as a gag, though he doesn’t do this often because he really does like hearing your sounds – especially when they’re any sort of praise or his name. 

(Often, after he’s stuffed the panties you’d been wearing past your lips, he’ll steal them back afterwards, sneakily storing them somewhere for later, for late at night when he’s standing over your sleeping form and breathing shakily, staring at you and rubbing the material – wet with both your spit and your slick – all over his cock.) 

His preference is always to have you restrained in some manner, and it’ll only be once he feels as comfortable as possible with you that he won’t tie you up. To have you free means letting himself be vulnerable to your touches, and even your rejection of his touch, and just the thought is enough to get him nervous, having to wipe his slightly sweaty hands onto his jacket. 

He’s had fantasies about fucking you without any restraints separating you before, but the moment it happens, you’ll notice that he’s oddly sensitive, his breath coming out harsher and more labored at touches that would normally leave him largely unaffected. It’s just so emotional for him, so scary and frightening, and he’ll stay inside you much longer than normal after he’s come, relishing in the warmth and wetness of you while your fingers maybe brush over his shoulders, maybe even running through his hair. It’s the sort of fantasy he’ll never, ever tell you about, though – and for now, he’ll stick with tying you up so that you’re easily accessible, provoking and arousing to stare at, and in no position to argue when he manhandles you into doing exactly what he wants.

Dry humping

While he has sexual, lewd thoughts about you from pretty much the moment he truly accepts his feelings for you, Feitan takes a very long time to begin acting on those feelings. 

Even more, it takes him a long time to get comfortable enough to be naked in front of you, much less actually fuck you. And so, while this hesitancy persists, he finds himself using other routes to sate his growing desire to be intimate with you – routes that are less invasive, less opportune for embarrassing accidents (like coming too fast, or facing your rejection). 

And while it still feels awfully pathetic, Feitan finds that the simple act of grinding on you is enough to satisfy his desires, at least for the time being – there’s just something oddly enticing about it, something arousing and the pleasure just dull enough to thwart him from coming within three or four minutes of touching you. 

He doesn’t like initiating it, though, finding it a bit too pathetic, even for him, even for the way he feels for you. Instead, he holds his breath, hoping that every time you brush against him (normally by accident, your whole body freezing up the moment you realize what you’ve done) that you’ll do it again, because even just a single bit of friction between your (fully clothed) bodies is enough to get his neck feeling warm, the ghost of an erection springing to life in his pants. 

He’s just so, so touch starved, and so as time goes on, he’ll start subtly trying to get into positions where you might accidentally grind on him, sometimes without you even realizing. He’ll make you pick something up off the ground, then choose the exact moment that you’re bent over and your ass is in the air to walk behind you, letting his hips just barely graze against you.

He’ll manage to hold back the little strained noise he makes, but at some point you’ll notice that it’s happening much too often to be a coincidence, and you’ll eventually realize that the strange hardness you feel when he does this is actually him. 

He won’t ever just grab you and rut into you, but god does he want to, especially when he sees your hips swaying, or when you’re sitting down, the fat of your thighs splayed out and your hips looking wide and full and perfect to grab onto. 

He’s embarrassed by his own thoughts, but eventually you’ll probably realize what it is that he wants – you’ve felt the way he tries to subtly make it happen, and while you were at first confused and shocked (you’d had no idea Feitan wanted anything sexual with you, as he’d never made a mention of it or acted in a way that would suggest it), you eventually start getting a bit brave, too. 

You don’t love Feitan, far from it, but you’ve been trapped with him for enough months to start craving any form of human contact, and so you’ll pounce – Feitan can’t help but sharply inhale when you grind back against him one day while you’re bent over, the feeling of your ass moving against his cock making him struggle to breath. 

He’s not sure what you’re trying to do, too pessimistic to let himself believe that you’re the one grinding on him, but one day you’ll find yourself sitting next to him on the raggedy old couch, the TV playing some mindless horror movie that Feitan had thrown on, and your hand will just sort of move on its own, slowly, carefully placing itself very lightly over his thigh. He’ll tense up at the sensation, dark eyes flicking between your hand and your face, your own gaze nervously set on the TV in front of you. 

It’s silent for a moment, but when he doesn’t move your hand, you’ll get braver, turning to look at him and asking in a soft, unsure voice if you can sit in his lap. Feitan doesn’t know how to respond, simply staring at you with narrowed eyes, wondering if this is some sort of trick – but eventually he’ll nod, telling you to be careful, don’t try anything. 

You’ll position yourself so that your ass is pressed against his crotch, his thighs on either side of your hips, but you don’t lean back, even when you hear Feitan inhale slightly, having leaned forward to smell your hair. It’s a good twenty or so minutes later when you begin moving your hips slowly, nervously, listening to hear for any displeased noises or harsh commands for you to stop your movements. 

Feitan is frozen behind you, staring at your hips and trying to understand what you’re doing – he likes it, but he doesn’t like the way his body is reacting, blood slowly starting to head south at the slight friction, at the way you’re so damn close to him, at the way he can smell you and can feel the heat radiating off your body. 

It’s all too much, and suddenly he’s telling you to get off me, before quickly storming out of the room and locking himself in his bedroom. 

His cock is in his hand within minutes, memories of how you’d felt against him, even with layers of clothes separating you still fresh in his mind. You’ll be left to believe he didn’t like it, that you’d totally misinterpreted his actions, ashamed and a bit afraid for how he’d respond moving forward. 

Except, there’s no grand punishment, no mocking you for your actions – instead, the next night he turns on a new movie (still horror, gory and full of screaming and killing) and looks over at you expectantly. 

His legs are spread this time, leaving a space between them, and for a moment you’re confused, unsure of what he wants. He just raises a brow at you, unwilling to articulate what he’s wanting, hoping you’ll understand it without him needing to say it. 

You’ll shuffle closer, still staring at him, but soon he’ll just grumble, a hand reaching out and pulling you down to sit between his legs before you can even realize what’s happening. You’re stiff and unsure, unwilling to relax, and Feitan doesn’t like this. He wants you to move like you did last night, and after a few minutes of you sitting stone still, he’ll hiss into your ear do it again. 

You’ll start slow, testing the waters, and you nearly jump when you feel Feitan’s hand ghost over your waist, setting his fingers against your shirt as if wanting to fully touch you, but not quite letting himself. He’ll occasionally tell you to go faster, the movie still playing in the background, the feeling of his cock digging into your tailbone making you a confusing mix of scared and aroused. 

Eventually, he’ll let out this strange, unusual little sound, something like a grunt but much higher and strained, and you’ll feel something warm and wet pressing against you. Don’t mention anything, because Feitan doesn’t want you to say a damn word, not wanting to admit that the feeling of you grinding on him for roughly seven minutes has him coming in his pants, cum covering his cock and getting him all sticky. 

He’s embarrassed, but it will become something of a ritual between the two of you – every time he turns on a movie, it’s your place to sit in his lap (eventually you actually will sit in his lap, fully on his lap, not just pressed against him, though this takes some time) and to gyrate your hips at that certain rhythm he likes, all up until you feel him tense up beneath you, seeing his fingers clutching at the couch cushions at your sides. 

It’s a slow buildup into any sort of sexual activity between the two of you, but Feitan likes this, something about the intimacy making him extra sensitive, the feeling of you actually touching him (even peripherally, with clothes separating the two of you) making him feel lightheaded and airy. He likes it, and this will be the jumping off point for him to begin getting bolder, to begin letting himself actually fuck you, to finally do what he’s been craving for months. 

And once you become aware that he likes it, please start imitating it – give him look and ask if you can um, sit in your lap? 

He’ll almost always say yes, even if he’s in the middle of doing something, even if there’s not even a chair or couch nearby – he'll rush (not running, but very, very nearly) to the nearest surface, swallowing hard and staring at you, growing impatient when you don’t move fast enough for him. 

Often, he’ll already be half hard, and while he prefers when your back is facing him, if you were to climb into his lap so that you were straddling him? Well, Feitan finds it much harder to look you in the eye, because now it’s your cunt grinding down on him rather than just your ass, and that’s much different, isn’t it? 

Even once he’s progressed to stage of actually being willing to touch you, of being willing to let you touch him, Feitan still enjoys when you hump at him. And he particularly enjoys humping you, though he’s only willing to do this in the dead of night, when you’re fast asleep, your body ripe and vulnerable for him to touch, to explore, to use. 

He doesn’t want you to be awake and see the way he crumbles when he drags his cock along the curve of your ass, if only because he doesn’t want you to see how pink his cheeks get, how he starts mumbling under his breath, how his every muscle is flexing and straining because he wants to go faster, needs to go faster, but he can’t risk waking you up. 

It’s his dirty little secret, so you’d better start working on your stamina for grinding onto him – sure, he doesn’t last long, but he expects it often, and you can’t exactly refuse him. 

Or else.

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Begging

Feitan likes knowing that you want him. He feels so inferior and weak for having developed such strong, scarily dependent feelings for you, and it makes him feel good, satisfied, justified when you beg for him, all whiny and desperate for his touch, for his body, for his cock. 

While he’s not particularly vocal between the sheets, he likes when you are - your voice is sultry when it gets all airy and gaspy, your little praises and pleas for him to go faster or please don’t stop making him double down and go harder, his desperation to please you driving him forward. 

He won’t ever explicitly ask you to beg for anything, but you’ll be able to tell that he likes it. 

You’ll see the way his eyes widen just a hair, the way his dark bangs settle over his forehead as he dips his head down, the exertion of moving his hips or wrist faster making him squeeze his eyes shut. 

You’ll feel the way his thrusts get more insistent, hips slapping against yours while his balls clap against your ass, the sound lewd and only getting faster the more you beg. 

You’ll be able to hear it in the way his breathing starts getting ragged, no amount of stamina adequate for hearing you beg for him, for him to touch you and pleasure you. 

He wants to feel needed in the context of your sexual pleasure, as if you can’t get off without his help, as if you’re incapable of bringing yourself to orgasm when he so easily manages it. It’s unrealistic and he knows it, but he’s able to immerse himself in the fantasy of you wanting him when you’re begging him, able to delude himself into believing, if only for a bit, that you’re just as frantic for his love and affection as he is yours. 

If you really want to get him going, a surefire way to have his cock springing to life and his heart lurching into his throat is to praise him a bit, then following it up with a plea for him to keep going. Tell him that it’s s’good, you feel so good Feitan, please don’t stop, just like that, fuck! 

Tell him that you belong to him, that you’re his, that your cunt is his cunt, that you want him to come inside, that you need more more more. He might tell you that you’re greedy, grunting out something about you being a greedy slut, but the twitching of his cock inside you and the way his fingers tighten their hold on you will show you that he isn’t as unaffected by your words as he’d like to pretend. 

He really just likes knowing that sex affects you just as much as it affects him, so please, please beg him - he’ll almost always do exactly what you want, almost like it’s a reward.

(After all, just getting to touch you is reward enough for him.)

Sensory deprivation

Because it takes Feitan so long to grow comfortable with letting himself be truly vulnerable with you (especially in the context of sex), he finds ways to get around this mental roadblock, so that he can experience everything he wants to without giving up any of his control. 

And one of his favorite ways to do that is to limit your senses - specifically, Feitan loves to blindfold you. He doesn’t really want you to be looking at him during sex, too nervous and awkward and embarrassed, because once he gets inside you, his control over his facial expressions, his bodily responses, his everything is severely limited. 

It takes all his will power to stop himself from coming prematurely, especially towards the beginning of his sexual relationship with you, and he’ll be damned if he lets you see the way his face crumples when he slips inside your wet heat, his dark brows drawing together and lips parting, eyes squeezing shut while he wills himself to calm down, to take deep breaths and not let himself get carried away. 

He doesn’t want you to be able to look at him, but he wants to be able to see you - he wants full viewing pleasure of your body, and while this method does block seeing your eyes get all glassy and pleasured, it’s better this way. 

This way, he gets to stare at the way your tits bounce as he fucks you, the soft fat jiggling and practically begging to be groped and squeezed at. 

This way, he can stare at your ass he pounds into it, grabbing a handful of cheek in each hand and kneading the fat, spreading them apart and taking a peek at your pert, cute little asshole, seeing the curve and arch of your back. 

He can let himself relax more this way, allowing his face to present every emotions and sensation he’s feeling, and he can let himself indulge in some of his more embarrassing urges - like reaching out to cup your hips when your bodies are facing each other, his fingers never quite brushing your skin but awfully close. 

He’ll lean in close as if to kiss you, letting his breath fan over your lips but never actually closing the distance, just indulging in the smell of you and the idea of kissing you. He’s still very reserved, but this way he can do all the things he fantasizes about when he’s alone at night, his mind wandering to you and his body growing cold and lonely. 

Plus, Feitan gains a certain amount of control this way - he gets to choose what happens to you, and because you can’t see anything, you’ll have no idea what’s coming next. 

Will it be his hands, a vibrator, his cock? 

You won’t know, and Feitan likes it that way - he wants to keep you guessing, to leave you unsure and awaiting his next move with baited breath. 

He just likes how dependent you are when he’s got the black blindfold tied around your eyes, so you’d better get used to it - he’s not good at compromising, after all. 

BIGGEST FANTASY:

While Feitan doesn’t harbor any desire to hurt you, there’s a certain allure that blood holds for him. 

Of course, he doesn’t want to actually draw blood from you (the thought of you being in pain because of him makes any boner of his die immediately), but he discovers - by accident - that there’s a solution to mixing the two. 

There’s a way to combine the two things that turn him on most - you, of course, and the slightest bit of blood - in a way that is safe for you yet still arousing, still enough to get him panting and his trousers feeling uncomfortably tight. 

That is, Feitan discovers that he absolutely loves getting intimate with you while you’re on your period. It doesn’t matter if you get horrible cramps, mood swings, or are even totally unaffected - you’re sensitive, body needy and practically begging to be mounted and fucked, and who is Feitan to deny you?

Once he grows comfortable with intimacy, you’ll never be able to pull him away from you once the blood shows up in your panties. He’s obsessive, tracking your period for you, making sure that he knows the exact days that you’ll be starting and stopping. 

He likes the way you respond to his touch so easily, your pretty pussy all messy and red and puffy, even the slightest touch making you buck your hips and gasp his name. 

It’s euphoric, and when he slips inside you it becomes incredibly difficult to not immediately orgasm - you’re just so wet, so warm and wonderfully lubricated, and the sight of blood staining his cock when he pulls back to thrust back in makes his head spin. 

You’re perfect when you’re menstruating, and you’ll notice he’ll be in a much better mood once you shyly report that it started, could you pick up some more pads for me? (He toys with the idea of actually collecting your blood, investing in one of those menstrual cups that you can remove once it’s full, just because the concept of drinking it is enough to make him fidget, the thought taboo and dirty and so very enticing.) 

You can’t really say no to him normally, but you especially can’t deny him when it’s your time of the month - you will be getting fingered, fucked, even facefucked, if only because Feitan needs you, your pretty blood and pretty body making him go crazy in a way he didn’t think possible. 

You make him go crazy in ways he didn’t think possible.

“Feitan, I - we can’t, not tonight.” You tell him, averting your gaze away from his as his hands grab at the old t-shirt and short you’re wearing. Unconsciously, your hand travels to your stomach, laying idly and making Feitan’s eyes narrow. 

“Why not?” He asks, his voice clipped and suspicious. You didn’t often tell him no, and although there’s a bit of doubt swimming in his chest, he wants to know why you’re suddenly not welcoming his touch. You’ve reached the point of leaning into his cold, harsh hands, so why’re you suddenly being so standoffish? He doesn’t like it, and his hands stay idly resting on your shirt hem. 

You’re embarrassed, he can tell, but he doesn’t drop the issue. Instead, he lets the silence sit heavily over the two of you, waiting for you to fill in the space. 

“Well, um, you see…” You start, before squeezing your eyes shut and squeaking out, “My period started yesterday and it’s too messy.”

Feitan blinks at you, unsure what to say. Your period? You were bleeding?

“Okay, and?” 

Your eyes peel open, daring to sneak a glance at your captor, who only stares at you, unimpressed. “Well, I mean, it’s going to be messy and gross and it probably smells bad and -”

“Shut up, we’re doing it.” He cuts you off, hand yanking at your shirt to bring it over your head. You grimace, already nervous for him to take off your shorts, because although you’re sure he knows what a period is, you’re sure he’s never actually been around a woman menstruating. Or at least, not sexually. 

Actually, you’re pretty sure he’s never been with a woman sexually in any capacity. 

He’s yanking at your shorts next, pulling down the material even as you voice your protests, but one scowl from him has you shutting up, embarrassment pricking up your spine as he grabs your thighs and manually spreads them, the scratchy blanket covering the bed biting into your ass. 

He’s staring, dark eyes a bit wider than normal, and you feel yourself shrinking in on yourself, the embarrassment eating you alive. Why was he staring? Why wasn’t he doing anything? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Feitan..?” You mumble, biting your lip and letting your arms cover your bloated stomach. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his grip on your thighs tighten, to the point where you think you might see bruises tomorrow. 

His eyes slowly, painstakingly, drag up from your exposed cunt to meet your face, and to your surprise you see the slightest dusting of a blush on his cheeks, as if he too was embarrassed. But before you can say anything, he’s rushing forward, lips pressing against yours in a messy, clumsy kiss, full of teeth knocking against teeth and too much spit. You’re not sure what’s gotten into him, but just as soon as he rushed in he’s pulling back, instead moving to bring his face level with your leaking hole. 

Feitan can’t stop staring - there’s blood everywhere, and while he’d normally be thrown into a state of panic at seeing so much of your own blood staining your skin, somehow this is different. Somehow the sight of it staining your pussy, the red color all along your inner thighs and part of your asscheek making his mouth water, his cock already painfully hard. It’s so pretty - red against your skin, your lips visibly swollen, your little clit engorged and peaking out. You look good, like something he wants to taste, and before he knows what’s happening he’s diving forward, tongue licking a long stripe up your slit. 

You taste like iron and musk and something oddly sweet, and immediately he��s diving in to taste more, tongue lapping at you like some dog in heat as he keeps his fingers firmly digging into your thighs. He can barely hear your sound of shock at his actions, too overwhelmed by your taste and your scent. 

“F-feitan, stop!” You manage to force out, eyes squeezed shut as your hips shake and stutter. “It’s too much, I’m too sensitive, I can’t!”

Feitan stops at that, pulling away from your body with blood smeared all over his lips, chin and nose, staring at you with a look in those wide, dark eyes that makes you shiver. He looks like an animal like this, something primal and carnal - and when your eyes peek down to see his cock - throbbing, bright red and stiff against his stomach - you can’t help but feel as if you’re some sort of prey caught in his jaws. 

“Not too much, you will survive.” Is all he says, before he’s resuming his actions, bringing a finger up to prod inside your walls while his tongue gets to work on your clit. His fingers curl and rub, but you’re so damn tight, your walls impossibly clenched, and it makes Feitan grunt against you. You’re even wetter inside than normal, the blood practically running down his hands in copious amounts, making it remarkably easy to slide his fingers in and out. Almost too easy, it would seem. 

You’re blabbering his name, the stimulation hurtling you towards your orgasm much quicker than normal, your heightened sensitivity and emotions turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess. And Feitan loves it - those dark eyes are peering up at you from over the crest of your pelvic bone, blood tinging his cheeks and visible to you. 

When he angles his fingers to press against the spongey, sensitive spot he knows you love, you suddenly gasp, a hand flying to tangle into his hair, the other gently pinching and rolling at your nipple. 

“Feitan, oh fuck Feitan ‘m gonna, I’m gonna come-!” You’re squealing, something that makes Feitan cock a brow, the pure desperation in your body as you squirm under his touch making him feral, his hips beginning to rut against the bed before he can even think about it. You just look so sexy like this, with your nipples swollen and sensitive, your cunt all warm and wet and sweet, and he’ll watch with wide eyes as you orgasm around him, your walls clenching down so hard that they force his fingers out, his tongue and the circles he’s drawing on your clit the only thing grounding you. Your back arches fully up off the bed, tits thrust out into the air, and Feitan bites back a groan as his own pleasure hits a peak, the blanket ruined as cum oozes from his tip and seeps into the fabric. 

You’re shaking, literally fucking shaking, and Feitan finds himself trembling too, his hands not as steady against your skin. If he’d known you would taste like this, how sensitive you’d be, how easy it is to get you orgasming while on your period, he would’ve done this long ago. 

You’re out of it, blinking up at the ceiling and heaving uneven breaths, but even as sensitive as he is from his last orgasm, Feitan is quickly shuffling to his knees, grabbing the base of his cock and sinking into you, face contorting into something between a grimace and a gasp. You’re so damn warm, and he groans lowly as he sees the way his cock has pink slick all over it when he pulls back, a mix of your blood, your slick and his cum decorating his length. 

Fucking you is heaven, the way you clutch at him and writhe, nearly screaming his name as you come on his cock, and Feitan can only grit his teeth and go harder, spurred on by the way your walls are caressing his length, massaging and gripping like a fucking vice. 

It feels good, and by the time he’s emptied himself inside you, he’s already made a mental note to mark down when your next period will be - just so he can get ready, so that he can get prepared. So that he can prepare you, too, because you won’t simply be allowed rest after the first night. 

God no, not if you’re like this the whole time.

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Reunited

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

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“Would you like to fight me, (Name)?”

The entire building went silent, a cold chill running down (Name)’s back.

Along with Hisoka’s murderous aura, she could feel Feitan’s begin to turn angry.

“What did you say?”

Feitan stepped closer to Hisoka, pointing the end of his umbrella at his chest.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Feitan. I was asking (Name) a question.”

The man gritted his teeth, sneering at Hisoka. He ignored Feitan and turned his attention to (Name).

“Let me ask this in a way that will let me keep my head. Would you like to spar with me, (Name)? I’m quite bored and I’m sure more than one of the members here would like to see your… skills.”

He grinned down at her like a cat would a mouse, but (Name) didn’t back down. She looked to Chrollo.

“I don’t see why not. She is not a member of the… of our group. But as she is dear to Feitan, I’ll have to include a few… prerequisites to fighting her.”

Hisoka leaned against the wall. “Go on.”

Chrollo approached the three, stepping between Hisoka and Feitan.

“First, you will need to flip a coin to see if you can spar with her. Feitan obviously does not want this, so it will be decided by coin.”

Hisoka produced a coin from his pocket, throwing it to Chrollo.

“You can call it, Feitan.”

Chrollo threw it into the air. “Heads.”

Hisoka closed his eyes, smiling. “Tails.”

The coin landed on Chrollo’s hand, revealing…

“It’s tails.”

Feitan’s grip on (Name)’s arm tightened to the point she felt her wrist snap.

At the feeing of her bones breaking, he pulled his hand back in shock.

“(Name), I-“

She held up her good hand, silencing him, before simply kissing her broken wrist. The sound of bones cracking back into place made him wince.

“It’s alright. Hisoka, let’s go outside.”

Feitan stared as she left, his breath uneven. He couldn’t get the feeling of her bones breaking under his touch out of his head.

‘It broke so easily… I…’

He looked down at his hands. They were capable of so much more than breaking bones, would he hurt her again, just because he couldn’t control his strength?

And if he could hurt her that easily, what would Hisoka do?

Hisoka followed behind the girl, the rest of the Phantom Troupe close behind.

Chrollo placed a hand in Feitan’s back. “Come on. Try not to worry too much. She’s a healer, she’ll be okay.”

Feitan didn’t quite register his words, but followed him outside anyway.

“The second prerequisite is that you cannot kill each other. I don’t think I have to say what would happen if you kill (Name), Hisoka.”

Feitan watched as (Name) handed Shalnark her backpack and hoodie, revealing a sports bra underneath.

“Hold these please! I don’t want to get any blood on that hoodie, it’s brand new.”

Shalnark took her belongings, trying to keep his eyes from glancing down at her ample cleavage.

Feitan didn’t even have the time to ogle (Name)’s state of undress, he was too busy staring down Hisoka.

“Boss. Won’t be able to hold back if he hurts her.”

Chrollo didn’t reply to his black haired friend, but his silence was answer enough.

He wouldn’t be stopping him.

(Name) joined Hisoka in their makeshift ring, stretching a bit.

“I won’t go easy on you like Illumi did.”

He appeared in front of her, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up to look at him.

(Name) didn’t react, only pulling away to continue her stretching.

“Oh, the silent treatment, hmm? I just can’t wait to hear you scream~”

Hisoka walked back over to his side of the ring, looking to chrollo.

“Any other rules?”

The man nodded. “Yes. No nen.”

Hisoka laughed. “So this is a battle of brawn alone? Not using nen won’t make it any easier for her, you know.”

The man was silent, only giving Hisoka an amused look.

“I’m ready.”

(Name) stepped forward, getting into a fighting stance. Hisoka grinned, his eyes going wide.

“Nice posture. I see you’ve improved since Illumi wiped the floor with you.”

Again, she didn’t react. “Are you going to fight, or are you going to keep talking, Hisoka?”

The magician frowned, his eyes narrowing. “I promise you, little girl, you’ll wish you kept me talking.”

He launched forward, reaching his hands out grab at her neck.

But (Name) was faster.

She dodged his attack and sent a kick to the side of his face, sending him flying to the edge of the ring.

Red spurted from his nose as he steadied himself.

“Did she just kick Hisoka in the face? Holy shit!”

Shalnark pulled out his phone and started taking pictures, zooming in on… certain parts of (Name).

“Mmm… this is turning me on.”

Hisoka licked at the blood running from his nose, walking forward with a new sense of caution.

(Name) took a few steps back, her eyes following Hisoka’s every movement.

“Everyone’s always treating me like a baby, so I don’t blame you for underestimating me.”

(Name) blocked a punch meant for her face with her right arm, wincing as she felt her bones crack.

“But being trained by Zoldycks mean I’m not a weakling.”

She used her left arm to swing at him, landing a hit straight in the middle of his chest.

(Name) struggled to not pull back when she felt his ribs breaking. She disliked fighting. (Name) much preferred providing support, but she didn’t want people thinking she was useless.

Hisoka jumped back, coughing up a bit of blood and wiping his mouth.

“You sure can throw a punch, little girl. But I think it’s time I got serious.”

He appeared by her side in a split second, instantly pinning her to the ground. She struggled against his iron grip, thrashing, clawing, and biting.

“Hisoka let go of me before I-“

He slammed his fist into her left leg, shattering the bone. (Name) struggled to hold back a scream, a hoarse gasp of pain leaving her throat.

“Before you what? Can’t you see you’re still the powerless girl you’ve always been? You may have grown stronger, but you’re nothing compared to me.”

He twisted his fist into her wound, finally causing her to let out an anguished scream.

Feitan had to be held back by Chrollo to prevent him from killing Hisoka right then and there. “Patience, Feitan.”

“Ahhh, now that’s all I wanted. You have such a pretty voice, you know. Now…”

He slipped his finger under the hem of her bra, his face getting dangerously close to his.

“What other ways can I make you scream, little girl?”

One moment Hisoka was pinning her down, and the next he was gone, replaced by feitan covering her with her jacket.

“Do you want to die!?”

Feitan had thrown the man out of the ring, his aura filled with bloodlust. No one would be able to control him, not right now.

Now that the match was over, (Name) began healing herself, tears falling from her eyes.

But it wasn’t from the pain.

‘God I’m such a fucking weakling. He was taunting me, if this was a real fight he could have done whatever he wanted to me…’

She shuddered, her breath coming out in pants. Shalnark was at her side soon after, not doing much to hide his own angry aura.

“You did well, (Name). Hisoka is just an overpowered asshole.”

Pakunoda joined Feitan’s side, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Fei. Don’t give him what he wants. He’s provoking you into a fight.”

Feitan growled at the woman, brushing her hand away. “Don’t care, going to kill him.”

(Name) stood up with the help of Shalnark. She may be able to heal herself, but that took a lot of energy. Especially when her bones had been broken beyond repair for a normal person.

She didn’t say anything, just tugged on his sleeve. The man didn’t turn away from Hisoka, but he did start to calm down.

“I’m okay. See?”

She spun around, having to be pulled back to her feet by Shalnark when she fell due to not having enough energy.

Feitan stared at her for a moment before snickering.

“Stupid, sit down. Going to hit your head.”

He took Shalnark’s job of holding her up. Feitan began walking her back inside, ignoring everyone’s eyes on them.

‘Mmm… she has quite a bit of potential. A push in the right direction and…’

He pushed his hair back, his eyes following her every step.

‘She’ll be worthy enough to kill.’

——————

“Fei, are you mad at me?”

She sat right next to him. (Name) struggled to keep herself steady so Feitan had offered his shoulder for her to lean on.

Feitan kept looking down at his hands. She wondered why he hadn’t touched her since they walked inside. Usually, he at least kept a hand in hers or on her waist.

“… not mad.”

She played with his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to worry you, Fei. I just wanted you to see I’m capable and can take care of myself.”

He sighed, leaning his head onto her’s. “Will always worry. Even if you were stronger than me.”

She tried to hide her cheeks heating up by covering her face, but he could tell her temperature was rising.

“Hmm? You like when I worry?”

He poked her cheek as he gave her a mischievous grin. She quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on her cheeks gently.

“No I just… it feels nice to know you care.”

Feitan paused. He did care about her, a lot, but he felt strangely uncomfortable when she mentioned it. A pink hue returned to his cheeks, and Feitan didn’t like that.

“… shouldn’t be nice. Hurt you earlier.”

(Name) glanced down to her wrist. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

Feitan whipped his head around, (Name)’s eyes widening.

“Doesn’t matter if meant to or not, still hurt you.”

He looked distraught, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown.

“Fei…”

(Name) placed a hand on his cheek, and although he was upset he couldn’t help but lean in to her touch.

“I know you would never hurt me on purpose. And although you did, it doesn’t mean you have to beat yourself up over it. It happened, you’re sorry, and you’ll never do it again. Right?”

He didn’t answer, looking down at his hands again.

“Fei?”

He shook his head. “Don’t know.”

This didn’t seem to change (Name)’s mind, the girl bringing him closer to her. “I know, though. I trust you Fei.”

‘You really shouldn’t.’

He didn’t say this though. Feitan was weak in her arms, soft. The dark haired man rather enjoyed her gentle touches and reassurance. It made his cold heart beat faster under his ribs.

(Name) soon fell asleep, Feitan letting her lie on his lap. It was late, and Uvogin still showed no signs of turning up.

He’d bring her back home in the morning after their plans had been confirmed. Feitan didn’t want to leave until he was absolutely certain of Uvogin’s fate.

———————

The group gathered around Chrollo near dawn. (Name) still slept soundly on Feitan’s lap, Shalnark sitting next to them.

Phinks sat on the other side, guarding his friend and the woman Feitan loved.

‘There spiders guarding a fly, how ironic.’ Hisoka thought, playing with his deck of cards.

‘I was hoping Feitan would get riled up enough to fight. Mmm, maybe if I try the same thing with Illumi…’

He smirked. ‘Ah, but Illumi would actually attempt to kill me. He wouldn’t be calmed down as easily, and unlike Feitan there are no rules restricting him from harming me.’

Hisoka sighed, leaning back against the window’s ledge.

“Uvogin has not returned.”

Chrollo pushed back his hair, looking down at the ground. He glanced to the sleeping (Name) before continuing.

“It seems our plans will be changing, then.”

Feitan ran his hand over (Name)’s hair as Chrollo talked. She seemed so content with his touch, Phinks watching with the hint of a smile on his face.

‘He seems happy with her. I never thought I’d see the day a woman made him happy.’

Shalnark poked (Name)’s cheek before Feitan slapped his hand away and sent a sharp glare in his direction.

“Don’t, will wake her up.”

Shalnark poured. “Well it’s morning, that’s what I was trying to do. She should probably get home before we start preparing for our plans. Her condo is in a safe area, yeah?”

Feitan nodded. “Good, I’ll come with you and set up a temporary security system. It will make sure nothing happens while we’re busy tonight.”

Feitan wanted to reject his offer, but it made sense. He wanted (Name) to be safe, and he knew Shalnark could provide that extra layer of protection.

“I can put a camera in her shower, if you want.”

Feitan scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Why do that?”

Shalnark blinked and tilted his head. “Wouldn’t you like to see her all lathered up in soap?”

The black haired man tightened his grip on her hair, causing the girl to stir a bit before falling back into her sleep.

“… already seen… things.”

Shalnark’s jaw dropped. “Have you two already gotten frea-“

“No, just saw her after shower. Dropped towel too quick, didn’t notice I saw.”

Shalnark nudged his friend. “Oh Fei, you naughty boy. Snuck a peek?”

The man didn’t respond, continuing to pet the sleeping girl.

“You shouldn’t peek at girls, Fei. Especially ones you actually like.” Phinks said, looking down at his friend in disappointment. Feitan groaned.

“Wasn’t peeking. Asked me to sit while she showered. Got out and asked me to turn around, but dropped her towel while I was still turning.”

The two nodded slowly, glancing at each other. “Uh huh. That’s what they all say, Fei.”

He huffed and stood, holding (Name) in his arms with ease. “The truth. Why lie? She’s asleep, no reason to.”

The girl nuzzled against his chest as he walked, gripping onto his shirt.

“Isn’t that just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Shalnark asked, following behind Feitan. Phinks decided to tag along as well, having nothing else to do at the moment.

All three of them wanted a distraction from the current reality they were being forced to live. Uvogin might be dead, if not dead severely injured to the point he couldn’t contact them.

Feitan held her a little closer as he walked. She looked so peaceful in his arms. He didn’t know if he deserved to have someone put so much trust in him after the things he’d done.

“… I think she would be a good candidate for Uvogin’s replacement.”

The two twisted their heads to look at Shalnark, who was watching (Name) with an unreadable look.

“We’re not sure if he’s dead yet.”

Feitan glanced back down at the woman sleeping in his grasp. “I don’t approve. Not strong enough.”

“Fei, to be fair she held her own against Hisoka for a good amount of time, even did some damage without using nen. She’s not defenseless.”

“Never said she was. Doesn’t compare to us.”

Shalnark hummed. “Maybe, but with some training I bet she would. Hisoka is interested in her so she has to have some sort of potential.”

(Name) wiggled around, whining in her sleep. “Fei…”

He stopped and readjusted her. “(Name)? You awake?”

“Fei… don’t leave…”

She held onto him tighter as her lip quivered. Feitan pulled her a little closer to his chest.

“Doesn’t like to be alone.” Feitan said as the two gave him a questioning look.

Feitan wasn’t the hugest fan of how close Shalnark lingered around (Name), or how he smiled when she reached out held onto the blonde’s arm.

“Oh dear, she’s captured me!” Shalnark said, halfheartedly pulling at her hand to release him. He didn’t really mind her soft hand holding onto his arm, but Feitan certainly did.

He wrenched her hand away from Shalnark’s and put laid it against her chest.

“Touchy brat.”

Her need for constant physical contact annoyed him, but not because he didn’t like fulfilling it. In fact, sometimes he wish he could have her in his arms at all times. Feitan adored her, even if he would never admit it.

He just hated the fact she may seek physical contact from other sources. Feitan knew he couldn’t always be by her side. Even if she joined the troupe, there were missions he wouldn’t be able to bring her on.

He didn’t want her to join. Not just because he worried about her well being, he was also terrified of her seeing the real him.

With (Name), Feitan was a different man, a softer one. But that wasn’t how he was with other people. He could be cruel, sadistic even. He enjoyed inflicting pain on his victims.

But that didn’t extend to (Name). This cemented in his brain when he’d seen her injure herself to show off her nen and smelled her blood.

He never wanted to see her in such a state ever again. Just watching her fight against Hisoka was torture in and of itself, even if he felt his chest swell with pride when he watched her kick Hisoka right in the face.

“Oh, she’s waking up!”

Feitan stopped walking and watched as she finally opened her eyes. He waited patiently for her to get her bearings before he said anything.

“Taking you home. Almost there.”

The first thing that came out of (Name)’s mouth made the other three wince.

“Did Uvo come home?”

None of them knew how to answer her. They could say he didn’t and they weren’t COMPLETELY sure he was dead, but even they didn’t believe that. Uvogin wasn’t known to be late without contacting at least one person.

“… he did not return. Not sure if he’s alive.”

(Name) stared up at the man as she processed this information. Her face went from confused, to worried, to upset. Tears were starting to pool in her eyes.

“Uvo… didn’t return? But he has to. He’s the strongest.”

Her lip began to quiver as Feitan placed her on her feet. Both Shalnark and Phinks drew closer, the two blondes weak to crying women.

“Don’t cry, (Name), there’s no guarantee either way if he’s dead or alive.”

Shalnark had been trying to cheer her up, but this only turned her tears into a sob.

Feitan shot him a look before grabbing her hand and continuing to walk towards town. Shalnark felt guilty for causing her distress, trying his best to fry her tears with distracting her.

Phinks was obviously uncomfortable with the girl’s sobbing, speed walking until he was a good distance in from of them.

“(Name), you said you like baking right? Why don’t you send me some of your recipes? I’ve been dying to-“

His attempts to distract her weren’t working. She was sniffling, attempting in vain to dry her tears. If Feitan didn’t hate the sight of her in distress, he would find her attempts weirdly cute.

“Sorry… you all were much closer to him.”

Shalnark quickly shook his head. “Never apologize, you shedding tears for him just shows you cared. For us…”

He glanced to Feitan and Phinks, who both looked towards town solemnly.

“For us that means the world. At least someone will cry for him.”

(Name) nodded, dropping Feitan’s hand to dig around in her backpack. She pulled out a sketchbook and started drawing in it. She kept doing this until they reached her apartment.

———-

“What’s she doing?” Shalnark whispered as (Name) doodled away. She sat next to Phinks on the couch, who seemed to desperately want to peek over her shoulder and see what she was doodling.

“Better not to question her. Complete weirdo.” Feitan stated as he watched Shalnark install the security system. Phinks was going to be tasked to distract (Name) while they did it, but she was keeping herself preoccupied, so he simply watched over her.

“She may be a little strange, but weird is stretching it Fei. If anyone’s weird, it’s us.”

After all, they were installing a security system in a lone woman’s house without her consent. Of course it was for her own safety, she could potentially be targeted by their enemies, but it didn’t change that it was a bit creepy.

“Oh, Phinks can you help me cut these out?”

The two glanced over to (Name) as she handed him her sketchbook and strolled over to the kitchen. She pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer and handed them over.

“Might be better if Fei does. His hands are much steadier.”

(Name) glanced his way with a smile. “Fei?”

“Busy. Phinks just do it.”

The blonde scowled, but did as told, how could he say no when (Name) was beaming at him? She’d stopped crying, and he didn’t want her to start again.

(Name) left to go check on the cinnamon rolls she’d put on to bake a few minutes earlier. Shalnark had been very excited to have a pretty lady make breakfast for him, and Feitan had to pull him away to do his job.

“Breakfast is almost ready, boys.”

She walked back over just in time for Phinks to finish.

“Here, I’m done.”

He handed (Name) the objects he’d cut out. The girl smiled down at her hands before clearing her throat.

“These are for each of you.”

In her hands were cutouts of flowers. They looked like paper daisies, all a different size. She handed Phinks one, the man staring down at the object with a mix of confusion and adoration. She’d made these for them?

Both Feitan and Shalnark got one as well, the two seeing there were enough flowers for the entire Phantom Troupe.

“Why flowers?”

Feitan wasn’t questioning because he didn’t want it, in fact he was already thinking of ways to preserve the paper flower like he did with the stuffed animal she’d made him.

“It’s a celebration of life. If it’s true Uvogin is dead…”

She held up another flower, this one the biggest and most detailed. “Then this is something to remember him by. All of you were important to him and will always carry a part of him in your heart. That’s what the flowers represent.”

The three stared at her for a moment. Shalnark was the first to react, his lips forming a frown as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.

For once, Feitan didn’t feel the need to stop this. He loved (Name), but he loved his friends too, and he could see Shalnark had begun to cry.

“You’re too kind, (Name). This is incredibly thoughtful.”

(Name) hugged him back, rubbing soothing circles into his back. “I’m not that kind. It’s the least I could do to celebrate a friend’s life.”

Feitan watched with soft eyes. ‘Too humble. Awfully kind, even to the likes of us.’

The three sat at the kitchen table as (Name) served them cinnamon rolls, milk, and fruit for breakfast. As soon as she was done, she went back to working on another batch.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Shalnark asked. She shrugged.

“I’ll eat after I finish this batch.”

“Why making more?”

She raised an eyebrow in his direction. “It’s for the rest of your friends, of course.”

Shalnark bit into his cinnamon roll and sighed dreamily. “You’d make a really good wife, (Name).”

She stared at the blonde with wide eyes. “W-wife?”

Shalnark sent her a smile. “Yeah, you’re a great cook and an absolute sweetheart. I’m not sure why Feitan hasn’t-“

Before he could finish Feitan grabbed him by the collar and they were out the front door in a flash.

(Name) blinked, looking to Phinks for an explanation.

The blonde shrugged, continuing to eat his breakfast as the sound of arguing could be heard from outside.

The three left a bit later, carrying the cinnamon rolls (Name) had made. Feitan had to gently but sternly convince her to stay home.

“But I don’t wanna be alone…”

She tugged at his sleeve, pouting at him. “You said you wouldn’t leave me all by myself…”

Phinks and Shalnark wanted to scoop her up and take her with them, but knew Feitan was doing the right thing. Their mission tonight was both dangerous, and something that (Name) shouldn’t see.

“Also told you I won’t be free if boss needs me. Be a good girl and stay put, ok?”

He ruffled her hair. “Give you reward when I get back. Call you when I can.”

All three of them tilted their head at Feitan’s mention of a reward.

“Reward? What are you planning, Fei?” Shalnark asked after they left.

The black haired man only smirked as they walked.

“Oh. Fei, you’re not some kind of pervert are y- OW!”

(Name) plopped down onto her couch and watched a movie, deep in thought. ‘That’s the second time he’s mentioned a reward. Weird…’

—————

The day passed by slowly, the girl getting a call at around lunch time. She answered quickly, not checking the Caller ID.

“Hello?”

“(Name), it’s me.”

She brightened immediately. “Kurapika! How are you doing?”

He sighed into the phone. “Alright. Had a… rough night.”

(Name) held a hand to her chest, standing from the couch. “I see… would you like to talk about it?”

Kurapika looked at his phone and bit his lip. “No, I’m sorry, I would just like to hear your voice for a bit. Can you tell me what you’ve been up to?”

“Of course, Kurapika. I’ll talk as much as you want it that helps my sweet boy feel better.”

Again, being called hers made his face go red. He stayed quiet, allowing her to talk endlessly. Kurapika only occasionally spoke up to chime in, or scold her for not being careful.

“Oh, and I saw Hisoka. We fought!”

Kurapika’s entire body froze over, his heart nearly stopping. “You what?”

She paused at the sound of his voice. “Oh um… we sparred. He wanted to see how strong I was, and I had no reason to say no-“

“(Name).”

(Name) went quiet. His voice was low, and honestly she was a bit frightened.

“Never, and I mean never do that again. Hisoka is dangerous, and could kill you as if you were nothing but an ant under his foot.”

She frowned. “Kurapika, you’re my friend, but you’re not the boss of me. I’m not a baby, I can make my own choices.”

“I won’t repeat myself.”

The girl pursed her lips. “And what would you do if I did fight again?”

He was silent for a moment, contemplating.

“I’d kill him.”

(Name)’s eyes went wide, her heart beating faster. Her Kurapika, the sweet boy she’d known for nearly a year now, was threatening to kill someone.

And he was deathly serious, his words cool and firm.

“Kurapika…”

She knew now that she could never tell him about Hisoka breaking several of her bones. She didn’t care for Hisoka, but didn’t want Kurapika fighting him and potentially getting hurt because of her.

“… alright. I won’t.”

The man sighed in relief, resting against the chair he’d been sitting in. “Good.”

He could sense he’d frightened her with his tone, his heart hurting. Kurapika didn’t want her to be scared of him. He didn’t care if others hated or feared him, but her? She was the only person he wanted to never be scared, in fact he wanted her to love him. More than anything.

“I apologize for my tone, (Name). I just… worry about you. You’re always disregarding your safety…”

(Name) pulled a pillow to her chest. “It’s alright, I know you mean well.”

He bit his lip. If anyone had talked to him the way he had, demanding him to not do something, he would have yelled at them. “You’re kind, (Name). Way too kind.”

She groaned. “People keep telling me that today. I don’t think I’m particularly kind, I just do what my heart tells me.”

He laughed into the phone. “I see, my apologies. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He wanted to stay on the phone forever, better yet be right next to her as she talked, but his mission needed to be fulfilled.

And Kurapika’s missions always came first.

“Sorry (Name), but I have to get back to work. I’ll talk with you some other time, alright? Hopefully we’ll be able to meet soon.”

(Name) pouted. “Yeah… I miss you.”

He didn’t like how sad her voice sounded. “… I miss you too.”

‘More than you know.’

The two exchanged goodbyes before they both hung up.

Kurapika held his phone to his chest and stared out the window. It felt much too quiet without the sound of her voice in his ear. He felt his body heat up as he scrolled through their text messages, the love and support she sent to him everyday making his heart soar.

‘The next time I see her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back…’

——————

(Name) spent the rest of the day lazing around, snacking, and getting some baking done. She wanted to meet up with Leorio, Gon, and Killua, but they weren’t answering.

She even tried talking with Illumi, but he was busy as well.

It was scary being all alone when she was in such a sensitive state. All she wanted was to see or talk to her friends, but not a single one of them had any time for her.

(Name) decided to do the only think that could calm her down when she was this stressed.

Bake until she passed out.

Cookies, pies, cakes, of different flavors and sizes decorated the counters of her kitchen by her bedtime.

(Name) yawned, climbing into bed. ‘Mmm, I have nothing to do so I guess I’ll turn in early…’

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[after-witch]

Where the Heart Is [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Title: Where the Heart Is [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Synopsis: He can’t resist the pull. The heavy drag that constantly calls to him--to come back to the darkness of the house, to press his hands against the cool walls as he makes his way down the stairs, to tug on the only light in the place and face what is there, in the basement.In the dark.

For Horrorfest request: “Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.” + Feitan

Word Count: 1861

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, detailed descriptions of physical and emotional abuse

If he didn’t know the location of the house like the back of his hand, it would be impossible to find it. There are no lights on inside, and certainly no charming porch light to guide his way as he navigates the overgrown weeds and grass on his way to the front door.

But he’s been here so many times. Against his will, after a certain point, because the very nature of the house has become sour and spoiled.  Unpleasant to address.

But he has to come back, doesn’t it? He can’t resist the pull. The heavy drag that constantly calls to him--to come back to the darkness of the house, to press his hands against the cool walls as he makes his way down the stairs, to tug on the only light in the place and face what is there, in the basement.

In the dark.

The key is heavy in his pocket but he lifts it out and unlocks the heavy door regardless. It’s designed to be impossible to open to those without exceptional strength, but he pushes it open with ease. It creaks. The hinges are rusty. They haven’t been opened in a while.

There are no lights on in the house. The pitch blackness doesn’t bother him, but he doesn’t know what has taken root since he has been away--animals? Pests? Overgrown vines working their way up through the floorboards?--so he flicks on the lights as he makes his way to the plain white door that holds such a foreboding feeling for him. Heavy and deep in his stomach. Like rot.

He pushes the door open. It’s not locked, because it doesn’t need to be.

The stairs are barely lit and he should turn on an extra light, but he doesn’t, and he won’t. He wants to avoid the sight in the basement for as long as possible. His feet know the stairs, anyway. Muscle memory is a powerful thing.

The walls on either side are cool and he presses his palm against them as he descends step by step.

Halfway down now.

He pauses. He could go back up. He could leave the house and everything in it. He could.

He just doesn’t want to.

Another step, and another.

Down, in the dark, he hears something. A clinking, rattling sound. He almost stumbles at it, before he regains his bearings. He swallows and his own breath begins to feel tight. It’s irritating. It’s awful. He could go back up, he reminds himself. Any time. If he wanted to.

He takes another step. Just a few more now. The light from the house above doesn’t really reach the basement, and his eyes don’t quite adjust to the near-total dark of the space. He can hear wetness, dripping. A leak from somewhere. There’s a distinct odor now, sour and stale all at once.

He stands at the bottom of the stairs. There’s the first in a series of overhead lights right in front of him now. All he has to do is pull on the string.

He doesn’t, not at first. Because there’s another sound in the basement. A sound that isn’t a mysterious dripping leak or the skittering of insects or the low moan of the breeze outside.

A sound he knows far too well. A sound he’s dreamed about. A sound that’s pulled him here, again, insistent and pathetic.

You.

The soft wheeze of your breath. The gentle, weak rattling of the chains he placed around your wrist before he left. The scrape of your flesh against the concrete.

Your voice.

“Feitan.” It’s not a question. You know that no one else would come for you. Yet it’s so soft he doesn’t know if he really heard it at first, or if it was a remnant from his dreams. But then you repeat yourself, just a touch louder, and he knows.

He pulls on the light.

Your eyes screw shut even at the soft light that the hanging bulb provides. It doesn’t surprise him. You’ve been in the dark for a long time.

In the dark, in the basement. Exactly where he left you, chained to the wall. The chains are long enough to allow you to lay on the floor and to reach a bucket and the sink he previously employed to wash blood off his hands, back when he used this house as a place of operations. Back before you came and destroyed everything he thought about himself and his life and his goals.

He takes a few steps, approaching you, hating the hesitancy in himself more than anything else. Because it’s not just hesitancy. It’s fear. A low, stomach-roiling fear that he’d never felt before he met you.

What scares him isn’t the sight of you, haggard, skin sallow, sores on your lips and wrists and hair all thinned and dull. He’s seen far worse things than someone suffering from the effects of deprivation.

What scares him is that he understands that he hates to see you like this, and he knows what exactly he’ll do next.

He’ll nurse you back to health. He’ll bring you upstairs and lay you down on his bed. He’ll rub salve on your blistered wrists and cracking, bleeding mouth. He’ll spoon broth between your lips until you can handle mush, and then he’ll do the same with the soft gruel, until you can manage something more substantial. He’ll bathe you in lukewarm water until the water stops running brown with grime and oils and finally runs clear. 

He’ll grip your hand when  you wake in a cold sweat, terrified that he’s left you again. He’ll brush your sweat-slicked forehead until you fall asleep, content that you’re in his bed, not in the basement, and that he hasn’t left you to your own devices--to die--again.

He’ll do all of this as silently as possible. Why should he speak? His actions are loud enough. It would be overkill to offer you anything more than his touch, than his care. It’s more than anyone else in the world will ever receive from him.

You’ll be the one filling the silence, anyway, with your whimpers and pleas and sweet, grateful thank-you-thank-you-thank-yous. He likes these things, even as he hates them. Sometimes he wonders if he didn’t prefer it when you would still spit at him, calling him every insult under the sun. That was back when he could still pretend to hate you, could still pretend that your presence was an annoyance to be endured. Back before the warm feeling in his stomach was too much to ignore.

That’s why he can’t just kill you. Why he can’t even simply leave you here to die, though he’s tried to do so, time and time again. You’re a chain wearing him down--and he can’t stand the feel of it.

He loves you, though. And it’s unfortunate, really, for you--because he believes that will never change.

He crouches down in front of you and begins his inspection, unlocking the cuffs around your wrists as he does. You’ve lost weight, but that’s to be expected. He didn’t leave you much this time. There is bruising and telltale signs of sores and infection around your wrists, where the chains had been. Your skin is sallow. Your eyes dart around. Your chest rises, slow. It rattles when you breathe.

The only thing of concern--the only thing he didn’t expect--is the dry white patches around your mouth.

“Open.”

You do. Your tongue is white and patchy. Swollen.

Hm.

Water is the one thing you had full access to. He wasn’t stupid enough to leave you without that.

He rises and approaches the sink. The inside is stained with the various things you must have dumped from the bucket. He turns the handle. Nothing. No water at all. It must have broken down.

Probably not too long ago, since you’re still alive, he thinks.

And then that thought sends something cold through him, fast and rushing. If he hadn’t come back when he did…

He shakes his head. It doesn’t matter. Shouldn’t matter. He won’t think about it. He hates you, for that cold feeling. For the way he has to shake it off.

He turns back to you and gestures for you to stand. To your credit, you do try. But it’s clear that it will be too much for you. Weak thing. Fragile thing.

He scoffs and approaches, hooking his arms under you and pulling you to a standing position.  You wobble. You sway. Your grip around his shoulders is weak and your body is frailer, lighter, as he hoists you over his shoulder and begins to carry you up the stairs.

You make a soft sound with each step, almost a rattle, your throat bone-dry. He wonders if you’d been screaming again.

He makes quick work of the basement stairs. The light is harsh, and you shield  your eyes with your shaking fingers as he enters the lighted part of the house. He ought to clean you up first, but you’re took weak to be bathed right now. It will have to come later. He can always wipe you down with a cloth, if necessary, so he heads right for the bedroom.

The bed is made--like he left it--and he sets you down, perhaps too harshly, on the mattress. But you certainly don’t complain. Instead you grip the fabric of his sleeve with weak hands as he moves to head into the bathroom for some water.

He pauses, and looks at you. Your lips have deep cuts in them, and there are patches of white around your lips. He reminds himself to fix the sink in the basement soon. Or maybe find a few cases of water bottles. Even that thought, that reminder, makes him feel slightly ill. Do you know what you do to him? What you make him think and say?

You’re pathetic and weak and yet… the soft pull of your fingers makes something in him flutter. Weakly. Stupidly.

He could pull away any time, if he wanted to, he reminds himself. He must always remind himself of that.

You want to say something, he’s sure. It’s taking a lot of effort. But you do it.

“Feitan…” Your voice is a croak, but there’s relief in it. It makes his toes want to curl in his shoes. “You came back.”

He does pull his sleeve away, then.

He sneers down at you. But you just look at him with big shining eyes. He wonders how your body can even manage the relieved tears that make your eyes look watery.

He shouldn’t reassure you. It’s too much. You should be grateful that he came at all (and you are); you should be grateful that he’ll take care of you (and you are). Yet you still want more from him.

He could stay quiet at any time. He could.

But instead he rests his hand on your forehead, trailing his fingers up your scalp. When he pulls them away, some hair comes along with them.

“I always do.”

You smile. A thin line of blood comes with it, the skin cracking with the effort.

#yandere feitan #yandere hunter x hunter #feitan x reader #yandere #aw horrorfest #afterwitch writes #reader is uh #not having a good time in this one #I mean do they ever with Feitan but still

[lightfeltmemories]

hello!! <333

(sorry for poor grammar or language mistakes, english is not my first language😭😭) (also this is my first time requesting something, AND I'M NOT A MINOR, i turned 19 a month ago <33)

your writing is AMAZINGGG AGHHHH

nah but srsly the way you write the characters is sooo realistic, i hate fanfiction where the characters are written totally different from how they actually are, but the way you write the characters IS SO CANONNN

i'm already in love with ur blog🆘

sooo ummm im requesting for non-con w feitan🙏

anyways ily pls be healthy

aww, thank you so much! i do get a bit insecure about how i potray characters and this just made my evening! and sadly, you didn't provide a storyline, you know, specifically what you wanted to happen aside from the non con (how they meet, whether the reader is apart of the troupe or not etc etc) so i decided to make my own storyline so i hope this is nice! also, because it's easier to write imo the reader is afab with she/her pronouns.

BUNNY.

feitan x female!reader | nsfw

tags: there is a bit of chrollo x reader however it's still mainly feitan x reader, reader insert goes by the name "bunny" to avoid using things such as y/n not to mention it's a lot easier to memorize,

tw's: heavy non-con (obviously), blood, slight gore, torture usual feitan shit, reader pisses herself (thought it would be interesting to add), dacryphilia, anal

notes: this took a lot longer than expected, i'm not the most proud of this piece so sorry if it's not ground breaking or the most descriptive literally ever, this will also be posted on my ao3

w; 4,227

minors, ageless or blank blogs do not interact

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"let me go! let me the fuck go!"

she yelled as the restraints on her arms and legs were tightly bound to the seat beneath her, she tried biting at anyone who dared to touch her.

in front of her was the dead body of her last comrade, his face was unrecognizable due to how much blood covered it, cuts and bruises everywhere on his body and all 10 fingernails were peeled off, scattered on the floor.

it was something she was used to seeing, she had saw peoples guts spilled out of their stomach, she had seen peoples heads ripped off of their necks..

but what it's someone she had known for so long in the same fate.. she can't help but feel uneasy.

her captors didn't seem even the slightest bit fazed by her behavior, it's like they're used to people acting this way.

one of them was taller, he lacked eyebrows is a notable feature of his, and the shorter one was pale, with messy black hair, the bottom half of his face was covered by what appears to be some type of scarf.

"she's a feisty one, how do you plan on breaking her?" the blonde said, who she later learned that his name was phinks, and the other's feitan.

"i have something new in mind." is all feitan said.

"alright, i'll leave it to you." phinks takes his leave, all she could do is wonder what he plans on doing to her, she heard that he tortures people, so, she expects to come out with scars.

but little did she know, she was in for something pretty different.

feitan steps closer to her, softly placing his rough, cold hands on her soft cheek, she flinches at the touch, making him pull his hand back at her action.

he stares at her, watches as she tries to break the restraints, only bruising her arms and legs.

"you're too weak." he said.

"either shut up or get me out of here!" she gathers enough saliva and ejects it to his face, spitting on him.

he goes to pull out something, a cloth, to wipe away the spit at his face.

"pathetic little girl.." he walks closer, bending down to her level to admire her features, but all it appears is him staring at her, blankly.

no wonder they call you bunny..

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there were 15 people apart of a gang, dealing with drugs, getting into fights with other gangs, and other things of the sort, it was dangerous work.

it was all started less than 15 years ago by a man, a 19 year old boy named adrian, who had joined a gang in order to protect his sister from other gangs, the area they lived in was ridden with poverty and crime, murders, rapes and kidnappings happened what seemed like almost every day, anyone was at risk no matter the age or gender.

and throughout the course of these 15 years the crime started to drop, all because of this gang, but after the leader died due to unknown circumstances, most likely murdered, adrian became the leader, and things changed,

adrian became the thing he swore to protect his sister from.

but his sister, now an adult, had gone down her own path of crime, she became more ruthless than that of her brother, at first not wanting her to join, he thought that she would be useful in a way, so, she became the first female member.

because of her cute appearance, they referred to her as "bunny," she may be cute but she's anything but, her face and clothes covered in blood and guts, an arsenal of weapons at her disposal, and, a master manipulator, often times used to "seduce" men into gaining information, but she would never actually sleep with any of them.

things started to take a strange turn when another gang had gotten involved.

the phantom troupe.

how this all started was that the spiders leader, chrollo, had gotten himself involved with bunny, she had to admit, he was a fine, handsome man, he spoke in a way bunny had never even heard of.

for their first "date," he took her to a nice, upscale restaurant, the food was expensive, something bunny may not ever afford, however, it was delectable.

the two of them never actually suspected one another to be apart of any type of gang.. or did they?

things didn't turn out well for obvious reasons, chrollo was using her to get closer to their boss, because apparently, he had something valuable, the details were vague, not even bunny was aware of what the hell was going on, and now her and the rest of the gang were dragged into it, because her boss, no, her brother, had owed someone something.

and it may possibly lead to his death.

when bunny found out, she was pissed, her brother had stolen from the spiders, and now they were after them.

what the hell was bunny going to do against the spiders, she's smart enough to know that she is no match, and that it's sudden death for her if they ever manage to put their anger towards her.

or was it?

bunny was not weak, she was one of the few apart of the gang that used nen, she rarely used it unless it calls for desperate measures, but, her ability consisted of her being able to manipulate her opponents to see their fears.

and she might have to use it against a few members.

but it didn't work.

she was still defeated.

she was the one left standing after the gang, her family, all fell beneath her, at the hands of the phantom troupe.

her brother, adrian, holds his broken, bloodied arm as he limps over to her.

"b-bunny.... get out of here.. you're no match for them... just ru-"

he was cut off with a sword stabbing through his chest, blood staining the concrete floors as she succumbs to his death, the sword is pulled away and his lifeless body falls to the floor.

the one who killed him appears to be a samurai.

bunny felt what appears to be fear for the first time in her adult life, she couldn't move, she just froze..

she shakes at the sight of him, as he slowly moves forward.

she was going to die, there was no doubt about it.

she closes her eyes, preparing for the same fate, but that's not what happened, she's still alive.

"kill everyone else, except for bunny" were the orders given by chrollo according to one of the members; nobunaga, that same samurai that killed her brother.

but why? why was she spared? did chrollo see something in her? was she useful?

"feitan, do whatever you want with her, but don't hurt her too much, and don't spill too much blood."

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and now were here, she stares into the dark purple eyes of her captor, he steps back from her face.

"what the hell are you doing to do to me?" she asked, she knew now that trying to fight back was useless, the restraints were on far to tightly.

he didn't answer, but goes on to pick up something on a nearby table; a small blade.

she was going to be tortured the same way he was.

he walks to her slowly, pointing the blade at the top of her shirt, slowly lowering the blade down, towards the end of her torso, making a clean slice, the shirt falls apart, revealing her breasts covered by her bra.

at the sight of the medium sized breasts, feitan feels his pants growing tighter, hidden cock twitching at the sight of not only her angered, yet scared expression, but how her breasts sit perfectly up.

but he wanted to drag this on further.

and with one quick slash, the bra is now cut in half, too, her breasts fall out from the now useless bra, revealing only a small bit of her areola whilst the rest is covered by the bra cusps.

now going down to her pants, with the same blade, it cuts smoothly away, slowly revealing her underwear, she didn't want to make any sudden movements, as he might cut her skin if he does.

the pants were now cut in half, her clothes were ripped in half to reveal the most intimate parts of her.

feitan goes on to untie the restraints.

"any sudden movements, and i'll kill you." he said lowly.

it was useless to fight back now, she got the hint on what he was planning on doing, he wanted to break her in another way, not in the usual torture way.

but by fucking her, whether she wanted it or not.

the restraints were removed, but before she could even think about moving, the blade was held to her neck, so close that it poked her, but not enough to draw blood.

"on your knees."

slowly dropping to the floor to get on her knees, she listens to every command he orders.

"remove your clothes."

she removes her shirt, bra, shoes, pants and underwear, she's naked, while he remains fully clothed, looking down at her pathetic frame, she could've sword a small chuckle was heard from him.

this guy was menacing.

he starts to shuffle with his pants, pulling them down only to reveal his leaking cock.

for his small size, it was just slightly above average, but enough to do something without causing any pain.

it was hard as a brick, was he turned on by her suffering.

he grabs the back of her head, and pushes her head towards his cock, forcing her lips to part around the head, he pushes himself down her throat, making her gag, pulling out with a single strip of saliva trailing it.

"a stupid bitch you are, can't even take my cock down your throat."

she wanted to punch his head off right then and there, clutching her fists as his cock re enters her mouth, but he didn't push all the way to her throat, going slow as he pulls and pushes in and out of her mouth.

she felt small drips of his precum touch her tongue, feitan pulled at her hair to remove her from his cock again, and pushes her face to his balls, forcing her to smell them, for a minute she realizes what he's trying to do, she pulls out her tongue out to lick the base of his cock.

"good girl." he tells her. "now you try on your own."

he officially removes his hand from her hair completely, he now expects her to suck his cock on her own.

she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to pump back and forth as her mouth follows behind, the pace gradually grows faster, the sounds of her soft moans and saliva begin to fill a part of the room.

his hand returns to the back of her head while his other goes to remove her hand that is pumping away at his cock, only wanting her mouth, helping her move at the pace he wants her, he moves his hips back and fourth a little faster than her, every time the tip touches the back of her throat she gags, rejecting him.

he wants to bypass her gag reflex, not caring at all for her gags.

"thats right, choke on it.." he says to himself, he sees the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, enjoying the sight of her wet eyes, because he's the one thats causing it.

a girl who came in oh so mighty and oh so tough, is now slowly but surly falling apart at his hands, he is slowly undoing her, and he loves it.

he can't help but go just a bit deeper, to her her lips touch the small amounts of pubic hair he has, she squeezes her eyes shut as she tries not to gag, a grin creeps up from behind his scarf, she's trying oh so hard.

"poor bunny, is my cock too much for you?" he mocks. "don't worry, it'll all be over soon.."

he pushes as far as he can, her cute, soft, delicate features will soon be covered in his semen, pulling away from her mouth to pump away at his cock, shooting out small amounts before more and more cover her face, shooing away at her hair, mouth and cheeks, and once he was done, he lets go of her now messy hair, viewing what he had done.

she uses her index finger to remove some of it from her face.

"taste it." he commands her.

looking down at the substance, the blade returns to her face, reminding her that he can and will kill her if she doesn't obey.

her tongue grazes the liquid, before sticking her whole finger in her mouth, tasting the salty, murky substance.

"not so bad, right?"

"i guess not." she responds.

"bend over on the table, over there." he commands again.

she stands up to walk over to the table, despite for how long she had been sitting on her legs making them a bit weak, she bends over on the table, sticking her ass forward for him to see.

viewing her ass, feitan grazes his hand over one of her cheeks, giving it a good hard slap, making her jump, and tighten her legs shut.

after seeing her reaction, he had gotten an idea.

feitan walks to a part of the room she couldn't see in her peripheral vision, before returning mere seconds later with something long and lanky in his hands.

was that.... a belt? or a whip? or maybe a mixture of the two.

after he managed to make it over to her, the leather piece of whatever-the-hell-it-was softly grazes the other cheek, before a hard, painful slap hits her, making her throw her head back, and borderline scream in pain.

"that was 1, out of 10."

just 10 more to go, hopefully he doesn't raise the number... hopefully.

another smack, this time on her left check.

"2."

and another on her right.

"3."

and another, on her left.

"4."

but he stopped, for a short moment, he see's her trembling, her legs especially, her cheeks were red, she gripped the end of the table, tears welling up in her eyes, she tried not to give him what he wanted, she tried not to sob.

but something else came out as well.

she feels herself let loose, as warm liquid falls to the floor.

feitan watched as she, quite frankly, pissed herself.

and we didn't even get to number 5.

feitan shakes his head in disappointment. "how old are you?"

"what?"

"i said how old are you?"

"uh... 23?"

......

"i'll raise the number to 23."

"damnit." she said to herself, why did she have to piss herself? she couldn't have just held it in a little longer?

"but i'll be nice this time and start from 5.. you were good up until then... you count this time."

he resumes, this time again on her left, and waits for her response.

"if you don't respond, we'll have to start over."

"5..." she stutters out, through her tears, she couldn't help it, he was hitting her so hard, and it hurts.. so fucking bad.

on her right cheek.

"6..."

she let out a few quiet sobs, not even close to the last 2 digits.

on her left cheek.

"7..."

her tears started to stain the table, she wept, and screamed at each smack.

on her right cheek.

"8..."

it kept going on, and on, and on, until she finally reached 23, she felt like she would almost pass out by the amount of pain she had to endure, not even period cramps were this bad, and that was saying a lot.

her pussy still moist from her piss, feitan had gotten an idea, but for him, it was still far too early for it.

he flips her on her back, getting a good view of her, her clit was peaking through the lips.

normally, he wouldn't care much for the pleasure of the person he's sleeping with, it was all to chase his own pleasure, however.. something came to him.

just fucking her senseless won't do for now, he wanted to see her completely undone, of course he was halfway there, she still looked at him with hatred and disgust.

but he wanted to hear her moan, to at least hear her beg for more of him.

and he knew exactly what to do.

using his middle and index finger, he pushes her lips apart, revealing her clitoris in all its glory, it sits unbothered and for now untouched.

for now.

he starts off with soft, teasing touches, in the most sensitive areas.

for her, it wasn't painful, no, it was pleasurable.

he wanted her to feel pleasure, all to boost his ego.

that he'll for sure break her.

she tries not to make any sound, its easy, but she can't lay here and lie by saying it didn't feel good, it did, in fact, it felt amazing.

especially when he goes on to remove his scarf, revealing his face entirely, she doesn't know if its because of what he's doing, but he isn't all that bad looking.

he pulls out his tongue to softly lap at her sensitive clit, her legs twitch at the sensation and she throws her head back, damn, it really did feel good.

she couldn't help but let out at least a couple cute soft moans, but, he heard them, continuing to lick away, he pressed his lips against it to suck, making her, unknowingly, slip out a groan, urging him to continue.

his plan was working, she was moaning for him to continue, just to take things to the next level, he sticks two fingers inside of her gaping, wet entrance, curling his fingers to find that spot.

and once he did, her reaction did not disappoint.

"f-fei!"

he didn't stop, but continued doing the thing that made her yell out his name.

music to his ears.

"f-fuck..." she gasped as she felt herself already nearing her orgasm.

but he felt her start to tense up, and he backed away, watching her, watching him.

she looked at him as if he was crazy, she could see the amused smile on his face as he watched her look up at him, her face once again showed those soft features of hers.

"... just like a bunny." he whispered to her.

she scoffs, looking away from him, getting a chuckle out of him, he could see how embarrassed she was, but he'll make sure to wipe that off her face again.

he debated on it, but, he decided to remove his cloak, revealing his fit body, he could tell by the way she looked at her, she was surprised he hid all of that underneath him.

she didn't know how or what to feel.. no.. she can't grow attracted to her captor, no... no...

quickly looking away from him, he starts to put his cock near her entrance.

"whats wrong?" he asks her.

she looks back up again.

"fuck.. he's so...." in her head, an eternal conflict, but for sure, her body would show it.

feitan looks down to see her producing the lube for him.. "it seems like your body is telling me what you think..." slowly pushing in his tip, then forwarding a little more, watching her reaction, she looks in anticipation as she teasingly enters her.

until he reaches it, making her tense up, curling her toes.

"don't be shy.. let me know how good it feels.." he starts to slowly back in, and back out, softly making contact with her sweet spot.

her breathing became manual, as she watches his thick, yet averagely long cock appears then disappear inside her, using his thumb to play with her swollen, needy clit once more.

she bites her lip to keep shut, she saw how he reacted when she moaned, she wanted to make him work for it.

"playing that game, are we?" he asks her.

"yeah, i guess we a-AH!"

he uses his index and middle finger to pinch her clit, making her yelp.

"there it is.." he said to himself, he thrusts faster, hitting her spot each second, her breathing started to get heavier, and vocal.

she couldn't help but let a few moans slip out as he played with her clit, while pounding away inside of her.

he hasn't even been in for less than 5 minutes and she already feels herself reaching her end, squeezing tight on his cock.

"f-fuck... fe-f-..."

"say it, my whole name.."

"f-f-fei...feitan... please..."

"please what?"

"please... make me cum..."

feitan lets out a short laugh, seeing her beg underneath him, seeing her spirit is fully broken.

the sight itself makes him want to cum.

he pulls out from her, making her whine for more, but he had gotten an idea, he observes her body, figuring out how this plan will go.

he wants to try something different.

flipping her over on her stomach, he parts her cheeks to view the second, more tighter yet often forbidden hole.

she looks back to view what he was trying to do, and realizes that he wanted to fuck her ass.

she wasn't ready.

"w-wait! i don't take it up there!"

feitan shoots a glare at her, making her relax.

he gathers some of her slick and coats it on both her ass and his cock, before pressing his tip against the hole, but she tightens it.

"relax." he tells her.

"i'm trying.. but.." she tries to unclench, but every time his tip presses it makes her tense up again.

feitan slowly sticks a finger inside to get her used to it, pushing it back and forth.

she tightly grips the table once again as even his finger was too big for her, she didn't want to clench since it would make it even more uncomfortable for her.

but, feitan was feitan, he didn't necessarily care, if anything he wanted to see how she would react to his cock pounding at her ass, he easily slides in with the help of lube; created by her.

she borderline screams out, as he was only halfway inside of her, the new, uncomfortable feeling was too much for her to handle.

"what happened to the bunny before?" feitan was at this point in all the way.

she couldn't answer, at this point, he got what he wanted, just by her being here, he already won.

because of how tight she was, he wasn't able to move as freely as he would if he was inside of her pussy, and even with the use of her slick it was still a bit dry.

grabbing her still bruised cheeks, the sensation still stung, but not as bad as before.

hell, now he was in the position of trying to keep his moans hidden, though not the easiest to move around in, the tightness was it's positive, without the wetness of her pussy.

her ass clapped against him as he thrusted in her, despite how red it is, he couldn't help but deliver a hard slap, making her yelp in pain, her head was thrown back, and feitan catched a few locks of her hair, and starts to pound away, seeing she starts to loosen up just a tiny bit, getting used to his size.

"so.... tight..." he says under his breath, to her it was only mumbles, they didn't even sound like moans.

he tried not to cum so quickly, especially since chrollo had told him not to cum inside of her.

"oh.. oh shit.." she moans softly as he holds on to her hips to keep her steady, noticing how fast he was thrusting; he was getting closer.

and closer.

and closer.

until he swiftly pulls out, and shoots ropes of his semen onto her ass, and lower back, hearing him groan as he pumps his cock.

she was worn out, laying on the table as if it was a bed, she didn't move, staring in the far distance of her long dead comrade.

"what happens now?" she manages to get out, tiredly.

feitan was too busy putting his clothes back on, as if he never even took them off, did he hear her question or was he ignoring her? who knows.

footsteps could be heard in the distance, and then the door opens.

that same blonde guy from earlier.

"so, how'd it go?" phinks asked.

"she gave in pretty easily." feitan replied.

"thought so, those types always do." phinks jokes, followed by a short laugh. "hope you didn't catch feelings or anything, you know what chrollo plans with her, right?"

"no, actually." feitan replied.

phinks looks back at her, still passed out on the table, he walks over to get a closer view. "damn, you sure you didn't kill her? or drug her?" he sounded a bit concerned.

"nope." feitans short response. "she's probably just tired."

"i guess so." phinks takes a look over at her ass, bruised.

the two men talk and converse, but she was too knocked out of it to really pay attention.

she didn't know what she had in store.

#feitan x reader smut #feitan smut #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #tw non con #hxh x reader #feitan x you #minors do not interact #minors dni #mdni

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

How do they confess to fem reader

Fluff

Fir chrollo and Feitan (seperately ) plz

Of course 💕

Chrollo x gn!reader (200+ words), Feitan x gn!reader (500+ words)

Navi.

Warnings: mention of murder and torture in feitan´s part bc he´s feitan, reader bakes and cooks in feitan's part, Fei likens the reader to a bunny

The night was cool, though the sky was already clearer, signifying the coming of spring. He had picked you up in a sleek black car, waiting for you leaned against the door, dressed in a tuxedo. He drew you towards him by the waist, smiling lips finding your temple in a soft kiss before he opened the door for you and let you in.

It was quite the sensual night, air buzzing between you both. While you waited for the food, he sat leaned forward, gently holding your hands in his over the table. His thumb brushed over your skin as his eyes were fixated on you and only you.

The entire night his eyes never left yours for more than a moment, always finding them again after a quick glance at the waiter or your lips. His hands always sought yours out, and when you were eating, they were itching to feel your skin underneath them again.

He would soon enough, however. Under the starlit sky then, standing before the door to your home, he held your cheek and tilted your face up for the moon to illuminate. You were for his eyes only, your body only for his fingertips to caress. Your lips only for his lips to part.

You assume he had finally gotten used to you. After many months of being part of the Phantom Troupe - friends with the Phantom Troupe - he actually acknowledged you when you entered a room, shared a meaningful look with you when Phinks yet again made a fool of himself and once he even tried food that you had made.

He liked you, that much was clear even to you. He trusted you as much as he trusted the founding members, and he seemed to worry for you - in his own twisted way. When you got injured trying to capture someone, he would be far crueller than usual as he interrogated them.

It was Chrollo who called you to his side with a smile. Unlike Phinks and Nobunaga he had stayed quiet, not mentioning the obvious change in Feitan´s behaviour - let alone teasing him. You sometimes wondered, if the other two had a death wish making these kinds of innuendos towards Feitan.

Your face was still heated from their teasing when you followed Chrollo. Behind you, you could hear laughter turn into terrified screams as Phinks tried to flee his friend´s wrath. As the door closed, for a moment, you could feel a cold stare sending shivers down your back.

Chrollo - albeit often shockingly emotionally destitute - was very good at reading people. While understanding them seemed to be quite difficult for him at times, in this case, his taste in literature must have come in handy.

"You are incredibly lucky to have gotten on Feitan´s good side so quickly. I even doubt he´d eat food I made for him."

"To be fair I don´t think-" you broke down with a light giggle at the little scowl he sent you. Chrollo shook his head, before his expression turned serious.

"Most importantly, I want to let you know that from here on out a single misstep can signify your or another person´s death. If you are hurt - by anyone and in any way - they will die. Choose your words carefully or the Phantom Troupe or even your loved ones may not live to see another day." You tensed. "That is the love of Feitan. Fiercely loyal, but terrible. One misstep and you are dead. Remember that before you make any decision concerning him and you."

You nodded.

"Thank you, Chrollo."

He only hummed as you left.

Feitan awaited you as a shadow lurking before your room.

"What Boss say?"

You opened your mouth, but unsure what to say, you closed it again. Feitan laid his head to the side, before kicking himself off the wall and gesturing for you to open your door. Inside, he sauntered to the couch and reached out for a box of self-made cookies. When you still didn´t answer, he looked back at you, eyebrows raised.

"What? Cat bit your tongue?" his sharp teeth glimmered in the light.

"He simply told me that as a Phantom Troupe member, I should mind my actions."

Feitan frowned.

"That clear, no?"

"Well...more so because he said I am on your...good side?"

Feitan clicked his tongue.

"Like Phinks, so childish." He bared his teeth for a second before his eyes found yours. His gaze was calculating, as if trying to read you. Then, a smile broke out on his face.

"And what if true, hm?"

"Ah-" your eyes widened, and you fiddled with your fingers. Feitan laughed at that.

"So nervous. Like a bunny in cage," he hummed. "True. I like you. Question is: do you?"

You were unsure what to feel under that piercing gaze.

#chrollo x reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo imagine #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo hunter x hunter #feitan hxh #feitan hunter x hunter #feitan x reader #feitan #what-the-stories-have-foretold #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter #cafe employee

[nenchainzz]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 + 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞

Yuji Itadori x f!reader

Word Count: 2.3k (longer than expected again hehe)

Warnings: Halloween party, drinking, but it's legal, everyone is 21+, modern au, reader wears a sexy nurse costume (I'm sorry), yuji wears a sexy firefighter costume, yuji is the softest of soft doms!!, slightly drunk sex, make-outs, pet names (pretty girl, baby,), cunnilingus, vaginal sex, lowkey some body worship, multiple orgasms, creampies, you and yuji kinda get caught, and finger sucking kinda

“Do you think Yuji will notice me in this?” you ask while holding up the short skirt that clings around your thighs.

“Are you kidding?” Nobara gasps. “He would be an idiot if he didn’t! You look so sexy, so he better, right, Maki?”

“Hmm?” Maki flicks her eyes toward you and looks over your costume. “Yeah, he’d be an idiot.”

“See? Even Maki agrees, so you should be fine,” Nobara reassures you by patting your shoulder.

You’re currently getting ready with Nobara and her girlfriend, Maki, at her dorm, for a Halloween party that your other friends are having at their apartment. Your crush Yuji Itadori will even be there. The guy you’ve liked since your first year at college, but you’ve only ever been “just friends.” Tonight at the party you hope to change that. So, you and Nobara decided that you should wear something that’ll get his attention. A sexy nurse costume. You know how cliché and dumb that is, but you really want to get Yuji’s attention.

“Yeah, I hope,” you say.

“Besides, if you feel embarrassed, we’ll just blow the party and get some food and make it a girls’ night,” Nobara says.

“Thanks, Nobara, that sounds perfect,” you say.

“I know, right?” she agrees, and you and Maki can’t help but laugh.

When you and the girls arrive at Yuta and Inumaki’s apartment, it’s decked out in fun decorations, with Inumaki and Yuta greeting the three of you at the door. You notice that Inumaki’s dressed as Feitan, and Yuta is dressed as Spider-Man.

“Hey guys,” Yuta greets. “Thanks for coming!” Inumaki hums in glee.

“Thanks for having us!” Nobara cheers.

“The alcohol is in the kitchen,” Yuta explains.

“Great! Thanks, boys,” Nobara says and grabs you and Maki and runs to the kitchen. “Come on! Time for some shots!”

Nobara grabs the first shot glass she sees and pours some vodka into the glass. You and Maki follow soon after her. You all do a cheer clinking your shots and taking them. You and Nobara both wince from the taste, while Maki doesn’t react.

The three of you go back to Yuta and Inumaki.

“So, when are Yuji and Megumi getting here?” Nobara asks, primarily for your sake.

“Oh, they should be here soon,” Yuta says. “Yuji just texted that they’re on their way.”

“Perfect,” Nobara says. “You guys look amazing, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you,” Yuta says, and Inumaki gives Nobara a small smile. “We worked all day.” Then, Inumaki points to the three of you. “Oh! Right, Inumaki! You girls look great too.”

“Aw, you flatter us,” Nobara jokes. Everyone laughs.

A few minutes later, Yuji and Megumi walk through the apartment door.

“Hey, guys!” Yuji greets. “Megumi and I are here!”

“Hey!” Nobara shouts as everyone cheers for their arrival. You take a moment to admire Yuji’s costume. He’s dressed as a firefighter, but the big jacket he’s wearing is about showing his broad, beautiful, muscled chest. Man, you wish that chest was on top of you.

“So, Megumi, what are you supposed to be?” Nobara points out that Megumi is wearing just black jeans and a black shirt.

“I’m a shadow,” he simply says.

“Seriously, Megumi?” Maki asks. “That’s the dumbest costume I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t really care; at least I’m wearing a costume,” he says.

“I was the one who told you, you needed a costume,” Yuji explains.

“Whatever,” Megumi rolls his eyes. Then, Megumi, Maki, and Nobara all go to the kitchen, leaving you and Yuji in the living room.

“I really like your costume, Yuji,” you say.

“Thanks, yeah, I dressed up for the job I want,” he chuckles.

“Oh, I wish I did that,” you look at your own costume.

“Are you kidding? I think you look great,” he compliments. You feel your face heat up.

“Thank you,” you say.

“Are you gonna go into the kitchen for some alcohol?” Yuji asks you.

“Oh, yeah, do you wanna come?” you ask.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he gives you his signature handsome smile.

You both head to the kitchen, where everyone else is drinking their mixed drinks. You all stand together chatting and drinking, just ordinary party things, until…

“Guys! I have an idea for something fun!” Nobara announces.

“What?” Yuta asks.

“We should play truth or dare,” she says.

“Truth or dare?” Maki asks, amused.

“Yeah, what are we? Middle schoolers?” Megumi asks.

“Come on; it’ll be fun!” Nobara promises. “Right, Y/N?” She looks at you as if she’s planning something for you particularly.

“Uh, yeah,” you agree.

“Perfect!” Nobara says. “I think I’ll–”

“Oh!” Yuji speaks up. “You should ask Megumi first.”

“What?!” Megumi shouts.

“Yeah, you should ask Megumi first,” Maki agrees. Nobara’s eyes flicker to you as if she’s apologizing to you.

“Alright, Megumi, truth or dare?” Nobara asks. Megumi sighs.

“Whatever, truth,” Megumi answers.

“Oh, truth, huh?” Nobara chuckles. Megumi gives her a death glare. “Has anyone ever caught you masturbating before?” Everyone looks to Megumi, waiting for his answer. Megumi’s face puffs into a red tomato.

“Yeah,” Megumi says.

“Really? How? Who was it?” Nobara asks. Megumi doesn’t look anyone in the eye.

“Gojo caught me one time when he didn’t knock on my door,” Megumi mutters. Everyone’s jaws drop.

“Holy shit,” Yuji says.

“At least Gojo knocks on my door every time now,” Megumi says.

“Alright, well, uh, Megumi, it’s your turn to ask someone,” Nobara tells him.

“Ugh, fine. Maki, truth or dare?” Megumi asks. Maki chuckles.

“Gimme a dare,” she says.

“Alright, I dare you to call Panda right now,” Megumi challenges.

“Huh?” Maki asks. “Are you serious?”

“Isn’t Panda in office hours right now?” you ask.

“Yeah, I think he has to help a first-year with their midterm or something,” Yuta explains.

“Yeah, do it. Unless you’re scared,” Megumi says.

“Pfft. I am not scared. I’ll do it right now,” Maki says. So, she calls up Panda, who was in office hours. He’s not particularly happy that he’s getting called while he’s trying to do his job. He gives you all a lecture about the whole thing. The call didn’t even seem worth the joke, but Megumi was chipper the entire call, quietly laughing as Maki got an earful.

The game continues, and you seem to be left out. You’re not the center of the game, which you didn’t mind. As you watch everyone else perform their tasks, Nobara takes the opportunity to express her plan for your turn. This plan being seven minutes in heaven with Yuji. You initially feel shy about it, but since you’re pretty tipsy, the idea doesn’t sound so bad.

When it finally gets to be your turn, you follow Nobara’s lead and take the dare. Just like she promised, she sends you off with Yuji. The two of you are locked inside Yuta’s room, where you will be for the next seven minutes.

“So, I guess we’ll be in here for a while,” Yuji jokes.

“I guess so,” you chuckle along with him.

The two of you sit silently on Yuta’s bed for a bit while you search for a way to handle this situation. This is the exact moment you feel a shot that you had moments before hit you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Yuji says.

“Hmm?” you hum. He takes the opportunity to take your chin into his fingers. The action makes your eyes widen. He chuckles.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” he says. “And sexy, too.”

“Uh, thank you,” your mind swims. He brings your face closer to his and kisses you. It’s sweet and tastes like bitter alcohol. You feel him trail his tongue on your lower lip, asking for entrance. You gladly give it to him, and he wastes no more time. He moves his hands to lift you and place you on his lap. Your cunt brushes up against his growing erection. You moan into Yuji’s mouth when you feel it, making him smile.

He moves his lips to your neck while your hands rest in his pink hair. He leaves your neck peppered in soft kisses and soft bites. He notices that your costume has a front zipper, lucky for him. He looks back at you before doing anything with it.

“Can I take it off?” he asks. You nod your head; you’re touched that he’s so considerate. He slowly unzips the outfit and unzips the entire costume off of you. He’s delighted to see you only wearing panties underneath. He wastes no time in putting his tongue on one of your nipples. You moan out and arch your back toward his mouth. As he’s sucking, you begin to strip him of his costume jacket. He unlatches from your nipple and finishes removing his coat for you, and throws it on the floor. He looks into your eyes as he speaks again.

“Lay on the bed, pretty girl,” he prompts. You do as he requests and move off his lap and lay on the bed. He moves off the bed and brings you close to him by pulling your thighs. He kneels done at the bed’s edge right at your cunt. “Wow, you’re already this wet from making out? That’s so sexy, baby.” He carefully removes your panties and places your thighs on his shoulders. He licks at your folds, looking directly at you. He smiles as he sees you becoming a moaning mess under his touch.

You throw your head back against the mattress as Yuji’s tongue explores your pussy.

“Ah! Mm! Yuji!” you shout. His tongue moves in and out of your cunt, and he occasionally tongues your clit. You move your hands to thread in Yuji’s hair pulling him towards your pussy. His nose bumps at your clit with each pull you have. You ride his face as you feel your abdomen begin to coil. Your cunt’s walls squeeze around Yuji’s tongue. You scream out Yuji’s name as you cum on his tongue. He laps up all your juices before rising and joining you on the bed, hovering above you.

Yuji leans down and kisses you. You taste your orgasm on his lips and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He breaks the kiss to say something.

“I want to fuck you,” he says.

“Please, please fuck me, Yuji,” you beg. He raises himself again and gets off the bed as he unbuckles his belt and swiftly removes his pants and boxers. His cock springs up, and it’s nice and big. You can’t wait for it to fill you up. He climbs back on the bed and hovers above you just like before. He places his hands on your thighs and moves them apart. He takes his cock and rubs it on your fold, collecting your orgasm on his cock. You whimper at the feeling of his cock moving in your folds.

“Are you ready?” Yuji asks.

“Yes, please, I’m ready,” you say.

He thrusts his cock into you and completely bottoms out. Yuji groans at the feeling while you moan out. He holds your thighs, and you clutch the sheets under you. He begins a fast pace, and his cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust. Your eyes start to roll back, and you throw your head back. Yuji keeps a stronghold on your thighs as he fucks himself into you.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You feel so fucking good.” He continues railing into you as you feel another orgasm coming. His balls slap against your ass, and the sound carries throughout the room but not being drowned out by your cries.

“Yuji!” you shout. “‘M cumming again.”

“Shit, yeah,” he says. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” You gush around his cock, and you cream on his cock. Yuji feels you squeeze his cock as you cum. He looks down and admires the white ring that envelops his cock and begins fucking into you harder. You cry out from his cock, hitting at your abused cunt. You feel his cock twitch from within you, and he cums into your pussy, but he doesn’t stop his thrusts. He continues to fuck you.

“Mm! Yuji!” you cry.

“I know, baby, just gonna cum in you one more time,” he promises. He grabs your legs and places them on his shoulders, and reaches deeper into your pussy. He looks down at you and notices how fucked out you truly are. “Shit, you look so sexy.” He watches as your chest heaves as you breathe heavily, your tits bounce from his thrusts, and how your hair clings to your forehead. He listens to your sweet, sweet moans. God, you look so beautiful under him.

His cock begins twitching again after his unrelenting thrusts, and he cums inside you once again. He doesn’t pull out of you but moves your legs to the side and collapses back on the bed above you. You both breathe together, trying to calm yourselves.

“That was amazing,” Yuji says.

“Yeah,” you agree.

“You know, I’d love to buy you dinner or something,” Yuji says, and you laugh.

“I would love that, Yuji,” you stroke his hair.

“Hey! Your minutes are up! Time to–” you and Yuji both look at the door and see Nobara. You all start at each other for a half second before she slams the door. “Sorry! Sorry!” Yuji quickly pulls out of your pussy, and you both hastily get dressed. As you put your costume back on, Yuji’s cum is beginning to fall out of you. Yuji’s hand swipes the cum from your pussy and thighs and stuffs his cum ridden fingers into your mouth.

“Don’t let it go to waste, pretty girl,” he whispers. “Now, come on, we shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer.” He extends his hand out to you, and you take it. Then, he leads you out of the room and back to the party.

~^o^~

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[cat3ch1sm]

🍃~ dear god im hoping this is the last part of the masterlist. i physically cannot stand it any longer/j. but if it means that things are more convenient for you all, im happy to do it<3

🌿~ some fandoms are rarely written for unless requested, so some fandoms have less works than others. however, it doesn’t mean that i won’t write for them freely, and feel free to request for them whenever reqs r open <3

🌲~ a/n after finishing- THIS LITERALLY STILL ISNT FUCKING IT I LITERALLY NEED TO MAKE A FUCKING FOURTH PART NOW. THATS IT IM DEACTIVATING WTF/j

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

light yagami sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stony s/o

light being mean to L’s s/o

light yagami nsfw

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ryuzaki sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stony s/o

light being mean to L’s s/o

ryuzaki nsfw

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misa amane sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

misa amane nsfw

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near sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stoic s/o

near nsfw

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mello sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stoic s/o

mello nsfw

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matt sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

matt nsfw

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teru mikami sfw

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teru mikami nsfw

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misc. characters featured in other death note works

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

gon freeccs sfw

when he gets jealous

sending them cursed images

“is it because im black?”

killua zoldyck sfw

when he gets jealous

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

sending them cursed images

“is it because im black?”

kurapika kurta sfw

when he gets jealous

them with an s/o with amnesia

sending them cursed images

kurapika pins you against a wall

comfort for parents making you feel like shit

kurapika x intp reader

“is it because im black?”

self-harm comfort

kurapika kurta nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms”

leorio paladiknight sfw

when he gets jealous

then with an s/o with amnesia

“is it because im black?”

leorio paladiknight nsfw

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chrollo lucilfer sfw

phantom troupe with a young girl as a member

them with an s/o with amnesia

chrollo’s s/o is kurapika’s soulmate

phantom troupe finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

“is it because im black?”

chrollo lucilfer nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

hisoka morow sfw

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

“is it because im black?”

hisoka morow nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

illumi zoldyck sfw

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

illumi with s/o who has daddy issues

“is it because im black?”

illumi zoldyck nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

feitan portor sfw

phantom troupe with a young girl as a member

phantom troupe finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

“is it because im black?”

feitan portor nsfw

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

misc. characters featured in other hxh works

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating- silv, kikyo, alluka, milluki, kalluto

phantom troupe with a young girl as a member- phantom troupe

them with an s/o with amnesia- kite

zoldyck butlers finding out illumi and hisoka are dating- canary, amane, tsubone, gotoh

phantom troupe finding out illumi and hisoka are dating- phantom troupe minus dead members

kurapika pins you against a wall- Melody

“is it because im black?”- phantom troupe

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝐬𝐤𝟖 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

reki kyan sfw

taking them to a gospel service- black!reader

reki kyan nsfw

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langa hasegawa sfw

taking them to a gospel service- black!reader

langa hasegawa nsfw

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miya chinen sfw

taking them to a gospel service- black!reader

sk8 d8 with miya

cherry blossom sfw

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joe sfw

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shadow sfw

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🌿*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

sebastian michaelis sfw

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ciel phantomhive sfw

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elizabeth ethel sfw

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grell sfw

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the undertaker sfw

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the undertaker nsfw

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prince soma sfw

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agni sfw

agni with a curly-haired s/o

agni with a tall s/o

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claude faustus sfw

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mey-rin sfw

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bardroy sfw

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bardroy nsfw

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finnian sfw

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misc. characters featured in other black butler works

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-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

itadori yuji sfw

sending them cursed images

they react to you being harassed- part two

gojo being an immature asshole over video call

itadori yuji nsfw

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nobara kugisaki sfw

gojo being an immature asshole over video call

nobara kugisaki nsfw

they find out you’re a virgin- part one

megumi fushiguro sfw

they react to you being harassed- part one

megumi fushiguro nsfw

sending them nsfw memes

satoru gojo sfw

sending them cursed images

they react to you being harassed- part two

gojo being an immature asshole on video call

satoru gojo nsfw

ignoring gojo

sending them nsfw memes

they find out you’re a virgin- part one

kento nanami sfw

sending them cursed images

they react to you being harassed- part one

kento nanami nsfw

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ryomen sukuna sfw

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ryomen sukuna nsfw

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inumaki toge sfw

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maki zenin sfw

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maki zenin nsfw

sending them nsfw memes

suguru geto sfw

they react to you being harassed- part two

suguru geto nsfw

they find out you’re a virgin- part one

toji fushiguro sfw

they react to you being harassed- part one

toji fushiguro nsfw

sending them nsfw memes

they find out you’re a virgin- part one

misc. characters featured in other jjk works

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

haruhi fujioka sfw

you have a panic attack in front of them

tamaki suoh sfw

you have a panic attack in front of them

tamaki suoh nsfw

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kyoya ootori sfw

you have a panic attack in front of them

kyoya ootori nsfw

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kaoru hitachiin sfw

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hitachiin hikaru sfw

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mitsukuni haninozuka (honey) sfw

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takashi morinozuka (mori) sfw

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misc. characters featured in other ohshc works

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧

denji sfw

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denji nsfw

denji eating you out headcanons

power sfw

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power nsfw

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aki hayakawa sfw

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aki hayakawa nsfw

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himeno sfw

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himeno nsfw

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kobeni higashiyama sfw

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kobeni higashiyama nsfw

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makima sfw

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makima nsfw

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misc. characters featured in other chainsaw man works

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#anime #hxh headcanons #hxh memes #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter #hisoka x reader #l lawliet #death note headcanons #light yagami x reader #illumi x reader #langa sk8 the infinity #ohshc #haruhi fujioka x you #agni black butler #black butler #kuroshitsuji imagines

[feitanstortureslvt]

oh my goodness! a fellow black feitan appreciator!!!

don't you think there should be more fei x black reader stuff out there.... like him wearing one of your bonnets just for funsies and appreciating your new braids and stuff.. 🤭🤭

hiiiii ml🫶🏾

i do think there should be wayyy more feitan x black readers n was very disappointed when i didn’t find that much.

if i had the confidence n was a good writer i would write sooo much fei x black reader.

but i do loveeee your idea of him appreciating our new braids and the bonnet thing ! ❤️❤️

#feitan x reader #black reader

[niilue]

Feitan with Prompt #15 (sex toy, overstim)🤞

‧₊˚⊹ sub feitan x gn dom! reader

prompt: " having sex afther an argument"

cw: drabble, dom reader, gender neutral, sex toys, overstimulation, whinny feitan words: 420 1k event

video inspo.

cute feitan

you and feitan don't usually fight. seriously, most of the time you do it's over something stupid and he doesn't even listen to you.

but this time it seemed that the man was not in a good mood.

"it's pathetic that you say such things now, (name).

"feitan, you always avoid talking about it, it's annoying for me too."

"seriously fuck you..."

feitan knew how much it bothered you when he talked to you with bad words. although you didn't know why this time the black haired guy looked cute saying them with that pouty face and red face because of the argument.

"yeah, but who's going to fuck you now, it's me, honey."

the short man was so easy to seduce and subdue. just after "arguing" you grabbed him by the waist lifting him up to you and pulled him to your face to undress him.

you grabbed his face and started kissing and biting him, regardless of his complaints.

you pulled off his pants as fast as you could and started touching his cock. in just a few minutes he had already cum in your hand. after he moaned for you to stop.

but he couldn't stop moaning and trembling at your touch.

"let's try that dildo you have hidden in your drawer."

feitan shook his head. "no, no, i’m still too tight here..."

you laughed and took the toy without giving importance to his words.

"lick it." you said putting the dildo in his mouth. he resisted at first but as you kept masturbating him his integrity and common sense didn't respond.

so he opened his adorable little mouth to start sucking on the toy.

"mhmm... aaah, so-so big."

"you're doing good baby, think it's me you're sucking."

after it was well lubricated. you began to run it through feitan's entrance. you groped and played with it as you watched his hole quiver in search of penetration.

the atmosphere of arguing and screaming had changed to one where you could only hear the whimpering of the little guy, along with the gurgling sound that formed when you stimulated his cock.

feitan whimpered in agony at not being able to control himself and keep cumming in your hand.

"come on. (name), put it in, put it in now... fill me up."

it was adorable to see him like this. begging to be fucked with a simple toy as he kept opening his trembling legs to give you better access.

this is what you wanted all along.

#niilue's 1k event #feitan #dom reader #sub feitan #dom!reader #sub character #gn reader #feitan x smut #feitan x reader #hxh #hxh smut #hxh x reader #smut #sub content #dom x sub