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#Feitan Porter
mamayan · 9 months
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⚠️ MNDI 18+⚠️
Imagine getting railed so hard from behind you just can’t take it anymore. Your poor hole abused to the point of pain and pleasure morphing into something you can’t name. You’ve got the sheets in a death grip as you hear laughter behind you.
He’s finding humor in your pathetic attempts to hold on. He knows he’s being too rough, knows it’s all too much for you. He’s fucking you harder anyway. He just wants to hear you beg for him.
“Please! Be gentle!” You will beg eventually, and it’ll make him coo and pet your sweaty skin as he wraps his hand around your neck to pull you up and back against him.
“Poor thing, can’t take anymore?” He’ll ask you in such a condescending tone, chuckling when he sinks impossibly deeper inside you in this position and you whine. You’ll struggle to reply, trying to nod and speak but he’s got your throat locked against him and you’re only getting just enough air to breathe. He’ll act like your silence is denial. “Oh? You like this then?” You won’t be able to confirm or deny it as he grinds inside you and has you reeling towards an orgasm.
He’ll shove you face first back into the mattress as he begins fucking you like a rag doll again right through it.
You’ll try to crawl away, get a little rest for your abused hole, but this will piss him off. You’ll move away and his cock will slip out. He’ll press his palm in between your shoulder blades and pin you down as he snarls in your ear, sliding back inside you and making your head spin. “Did I fucking say I was done with you baby? What’s the matter? I’m only getting started. You’re not going anywhere.”
He’s fucking you stupid now.
It’s your fault too really, thinking you could get away before he was done using you. You’ve got a safe word for a reason after all. It’s too bad you can’t remember it with how his cock stretches you out and has you falling apart on it again.
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ilyluffy · 2 years
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𝒪𝒰𝑅 ~ 𝒮𝒫𝒪𝒯
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: chrollo lucilfer + illumi zoldyck + hisoka morow + feitan porter + kurapika
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, public sex, car sex, mating press, shower sex, brief mentions of murder/torture, breeding kink, bondage, edging, exhibitionism, humiliation kink (w/hisoka), rough sex, chains, sex toys, love making
{genshin impact edition} {my hero academia edition}
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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐑
chrollo has a few places that he likes to fuck you but nothing can compare to the high he feels from taking you in his car. he’ll be taking you home from your date, or sometimes on the way there, and he’ll randomly pull over into an alleyway. you know what it means every time and you don’t fail to give chrollo what he wants, even if it means you’ll be late for your reservation. whether you’re riding him in the front seat or he has you in a mating press in the back of the vehicle, chrollo loves the way the windows fog up as he bullies your hole. its possible no one will catch you but he doesn’t mind if a innocent bystander were to walk by and hear your sweet moans or the car rocking.
𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐙𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐘𝐂𝐊
illumi cums the hardest when he’s fucking you in the shower. particularly he likes it right after he’s come back from a job. you’ve joined him to help clean any blood from his target off of him. having you this close when his adrenaline from the kill is still high almost makes him feral. next thing you know illumi’s spinning you around before you can finish soaping him up. with the water still washing over you two, illumi orders you to keep your palms against the wall so you don’t fall. without another word he pushes your thighs apart and shoving his cock inside of you. “i’m gonna breed you” illumi promises, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “and you’re gonna be good and take it”.
𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐖
hisoka doesn’t have a favourite spot to have sex with you per say. as long as it’s a spot where you’re likely to get caught than he’s satisfied. the bathroom, in an alley, or at a restaurant. hisoka likes the idea of someone walking in and seeing how good he fucks you. what’s even better is the fearful look in your eyes. you’re whining in his cock about how you don’t want anyone to come across you like this or hear you’re embarrassing moans. hisoka could careless about humiliating you. in fact he might start fucking you harder so, by the time someone finds you two, your face is completely fucked out.
𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑
feitan’s preferred place to take you is where he usually interrogated his prisoners, in his torture chamber. it’s not because he wants to torture you… well at least not in the same way. it’s more out of convenience that he likes to fuck you there. feitan likes to tie you up. he thinks you look so pretty with ropes and chains decorating your body. it’s easier to tie you up in his chamber. he’ll have you chained to the wall by your wrists as he fingers and edges you. your cries and desperate moans are music to his ears. it makes feitan deny you your orgasm even longer just so he can hear them and there’s nothing you can do about it while you’re restrained.
𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀
kurapika doesn’t need anything too exciting when it comes to what location you have sex in. a simple bed will do, it makes things a lot easier. although admittedly kurapika does enjoy himself more of the setting is a romantic one. maybe some candles, flower petals, and the moonlight shining through the window. at heart, kurapika does prefer love making you just casual sex. although the place is generic the way he fucks you certainly isn’t. kurapika has no shame about making things interesting by incorporating toys or even his chains. and if you ask him to be rough with you kurapika will certainly deliver. after all, it’s nice to take out all his stress out on someone.
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hypnoswrites · 1 year
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Begone out of my drafts!!!! Finished this today to finally post something again :D hope you all enjoy
Warnings: yandere! Feitan, college au, female reader, body gore (not reader), murder, description of death, description of torture, description of.... deadlines
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“Great! I think I still have your number from that statistics project, so I’ll text you sometime soon.” You put your notebook back in your bag and smiled brightly, shoes clicking on the pavement as you turned to leave. “See you!” 
Feitan just held up a hand and waved ever so slightly. 
You left, leaving Feitan, Phinks and Chrollo by themselves, the latter two both looking at each other in confusion, Phinks, in particular, looking like he was struck by lightning. Chrollo controlled his emotions a bit better, and just fashioned a calm smile, turning to Feitan with the intention to clarify matters. 
“Who was that?”
“You mean what the fuck was that?” Phinks interrupted before Feitan could even begin to explain, the blonde’s eyes wide and hands flying into the air with an exaggerated motion. “’Interview about the wellbeing of international students on campus;?! Since when do you care about crap like that?”
“It is favour.” Feitan refused to show any kind of reaction. “She help me with applying for art project.”
That seemed to satisfy neithers question. 
“Pakunoda once busted you out of juvy and you didn’t show up the next day to her birthday because you ‘didn’t feel like it’.” Feitan’s indifference to the anecdote only fueled both men’s confusion at the sudden change of heart. “Since when do you do anything out of the kindness of your heart?”
“I pick you up from airport.”
“Six years ago, Fei!” 
Feitan shrugged.
“It is... a bit out of character for you.” Chrollo admitted, though he immediately shrugged off his own comment. “She must’ve helped you quite a deal.”
“If it bores, I leave.”
Feitan seemed to find that a fitting place to leave the conversation, and motioned for them all to resume moving towards the dorms, as they had been before you called him over. Chrollo seemed fine leaving things at that, but Phinks lingered, placing his hands behind his head and looking thoughtfully into the distance, before visibly coming to a conclusion about the incident that had taken place.
“Uhuh... I think i see what’s going on here.” Phinks mouth stretched to a mean-looking smirk, which contrasted rather heavily with the subject matter at hand. “Fei has finally found someone he likes.”
Feitan tsk’ed in annoyance.
“It would be no matter.” Chrollo interjected, giving permission to the hypothetical. “You know the rules..”
“Uncertain,” Feitan replied to that, less angrily than both had anticipated after the topic had been breached. It seemed the black-haired man had come to terms with the situation quite a while ago, though for outsiders he still seemed quite aggravated at the turn of events. “But possible.”
“Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed that to be your type. A bit preppy, if you ask me.”
“Luckily, I did not ask you to guess.”
Chrollo smiled, uncaring of the angry glares sent back and forth between the other two men. “It is none of my business, but I do also have to admit it surprises me. I’m curious to see how it’ll work.”
“If it work.” Feitan rebutted, uncomfortable with how long this conversation had been focused on his love life. “Unsure.”
In a remarkably casual fashion, Chrollo just pushed his hair back and crinkled his eyes, smiling at a group of people that walked nearby and greeted him. He was probably the only one that didn’t seem to find it annoying to be recognized everywhere on campus. “If you know, you know. Don’t take it too seriously.”
Phinks frowned suddenly. and was overcome with a wise look that didn’t suit him in the slightest. “Don’t break her legs. They don’t like that.”
Feitan’s lips quirked up. 
“Fine.”
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You’d texted him the next day, and he’d agreed to come over immediately.
The interview was quite short, especially since you quickly figured out you wouldn’t be able to get him to rant about anything. He would just shortly declare his annoyances about the campus, and then shut up. You didn’t really mind. Him being succinct would only make you grateful once you had to transcribe his words. 
Still, you’d poured him tea, and it had yet to even cool down, so it was time to stall.
“I saw your work in the art gallery, by the way!’ You suddenly remembered, eager to fill up the silence with whatever came to mind. It was true you’d walked past his work, though you tried to forget most of the pieces you’d seen, Feitan’s style a bit morbid for your tastes. It seemed he abhorred having to make anything less than horrifying. “I really liked the chimaera one.”
Liked? Well. Your attention had lingered on it longer, especially since it was the only one displaying nothing that made you uncomfortable.
The artpiece in question was a recreation of the old mythical beast, made with both clay and metal. The statue showed the beast hurled over in pain as the snake part of the beast rebelled against the rest of itself. The plate in front of the piece had described the statue as ‘a clash of nature forced within one self’, which had sounded pretentious to you at the time, but the words had grown on you as you’d thought about it more. 
“That one is popular.” Feitan shrugged. “People like mythical creatures.”
“Yeah, I guess. It looks cool.” It seemed he thought you were mainstream for only liking his more... conventional works, but you didn’t really mind that.  “But your paintings also get a lot of traction right? We got to do a piece on them a few months back, I remember.”
“Selection.” That topic seemed to annoy him, which you could understand. The editor had ranted to you many times about how disgusting he found Feitan’s art, and he must’ve let it shine through in making the article. “Most your editor deemed ‘too graphic’.” 
“Coward.” 
“Indeed.” His eyes rolled around the small office the university newspaper got to use. Most of it was camera equipment and various maps filled with possible articles in case of a slow news week. “What you working on?” 
You followed his gaze around the room, mentally trying to predict what he was probably thinking. It went against your nature to consider his train of thought special because of his title as an artist, but you couldn’t help but wonder what had piqued his interest in the paper cutter he was focused on.
It took a while before you realized you were asked a question.
“Oh, sorry, can you repeat that?”
He did, with a slight raise of his eyebrows, his unimpressed expression making your smile grow slightly less effortless. It was hard trying to look cheerful opposite of someone not even smiling casually.
“The disappearance of Summer Hawkins!” You shared excitedly, though your face fell immediately as you made eye contact with him, reminding yourself that a disappearance wasn’t necessarily a fun thing to share. “She was a journalist researching gang activity in the area, primarily relating to cybercrime, and she was reported missing three days after a piece was published on her blog about a series of DDoS attacks on this very campus. I’m trying to either find a clue to her location or a link between her disappearance and that last article.”
“Why.”
“Because that would mean the possible kidnappers or killers, depending on poor Summer’s state right now, could be linked to the campus.” You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and tried to finish your explanation, knowing you’d turn to stuttered rambling if he let you go on long enough. “Though I’m hoping nothing comes of it. Believe it or not, I’d rather write about the local chess club. This has the potential to be fearmongering, and that’s the last thing I want.”
“Uhuh.” Feitan leaned against his fist. “Seems morbid.”
“It is...” You lamented. “But everyone I talk to seems to brush it off, as if it’s not even worth considering!”
They’d been told to, Feitan reckoned. 
“Somehow, the more people tell me it’s not worth looking into,” As you spoke, your hands started animatedly enunciating your point, a glint in your eyes showing your dedication. “the more I want to keep looking.”
“Most of you are like that.”
“Ha. Yeah, I guess that summarizes most journalists, doesn’t it?”
“And is that all you work on?”
“Well, no, I also-”
Before you could try to stop yourself, he’d baited you into another rant, though you attempted to include him into the conversation many times. Each time he merely nodded, ignored your question, and rebutted with an even more intriguing line of thought that you just had to respond to.
Feitan wasn’t a man of many words, but he made his thoughts known through other methods. Whilst you were loud in voicing your thoughts, you did like his manner of expressing himself. Frowning, hand gestures, the elusive small smile that made your heart thrum with excitement at having elicited it from him... it all made for a very intriguing individual to read
By the time the conversation fell to a natural end, and the clock indicated a time you’d rather head home by, you grabbed his empty cup of tea and stacked them for later cleaning.
“Well, that was it, I think.” You grabbed the papers you’d written his answers on and ordened them accordingly. When asked why you didn’t just use a laptop for this, you said it felt more authentic this way. Journalism shouldn’t be constricted by digital spaces. “Thank you so much for your help! You’re really a lifesaver, no one else wanted to help me.”
He just nodded and tapped his fingers on his umbrella. “When again?”
“Another interview?” Surprise shot across your face, and you looked down at your notes as if you’d missed something. “It was only supposed to be one.”
“No.” Suppressing the urge to say something spiteful, Feitan tried to remain calm as he spoke. The effort it took to achieve this was immense. “When do I see you again?”
It was silent for a few moments.
...
And then you understood.
You lit up. “I’d really like that! My number is on that slip of paper I handed you earlier, so just text me when you feel up to it.”
“Tonight.”
“O-oh? Yeah, yeah, sure!” His tenacity in meeting again surprised you, but you just chalked it up to the fact that this meeting had gone very well. “That sounds fun. My dormmates are out tonight so we could just chill at my place?”
The words had sounded less suggestive in your head, as you now realized it basically sounded like you wanted him alone in your dorm room, which was the case, but you didn’t want to be so obvious about it. What if he was put off by your forwardness? Well... he’d been pretty forward too, so it was probably okay?
Oh god, was this a date? Should you ask if it was a date? There wasn’t really a load of sexual tension brimming between you two, but the mutual push to spend more time together, alone even, felt more like a romance thing that you’d anticipated beforehand. You weren’t sure how you’d respond to it if he made a move, but you wanted to see and experience it anyway.
You’d probably understand your own feelings if you were confronted with them. 
“We could watch a movie...?” You suggested, freaking out at the lack of an answer. “If that’s something you’d like?”
Feitan stood up and nodded. “I’ll be there.”
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The ‘date’ went well, Feitan reckoned, and so did the meetings after that.
He liked you, at the very least.
You were excited, brimming with energy, yet still knew when to shut up and listen. All your time was spent finding things to write about, chasing clues and etching first drafts, but he liked your passion, liked how you directed it toward him with just the tiniest nudge. You were also clearly infatuated with him, sweaty hands and dilated pupils looking for him at every move he made. 
Your schedule was becoming a problem, however. 
It was annoying having to drag you away from your work just so he could have those eyes on him for a while, a ludicrous thing to want, and yet he wanted it. It was one of those things best kept to himself. 
Responses to his texts were late, you had to go early on numerous occasions to catch up on work and school, all the while juggling the horde of people that needed something from you. Calls, emails, visits to your room. It seemed everyone wanted a bit of your time, and Feitan wasn’t really enjoying it.
Lately, your work frustrated even yourself. There were no further clues to Summer Hawkins’ location, the editor of the newspaper had veto’d your piece for the second time this month, claiming your work was too serious to appeal to the college readers, and the stress of it all clearly took a great deal out of you. 
He wouldn’t have cared, until you rainchecked a hang-out with his friends. 
It was still early in the relationship, he couldn’t blame you too badly, but still he’d wanted to throw out your laptop and drag you with him when he’d seen the text. He’d announced you’d be there. He’d told Chrollo you’d be there.
Feitan didn’t like to have to go back on his word. 
But things like this were easily fixed.
His little journalist couldn’t stop looking for a break in a story?
Better give you one. 
Unlocking the door, along with the several separate locks he’d installed in the length of the door, he stepped down the flight of stairs, finding the light switch at the bottom with ease. As soon as the light flickered to life, the body of Summer Hawkins gaped at him, her body crawling with flies and filling the basement with a mouldy scent. 
“Good evening.” Said Feitan, more out of a sense of dramatics than actual purpose.
As expected, the corpse just dangled in silence, the rattling of the iron handcuffs she hung by comprising most of her answer. 
It would do no good to leave you traumatized, so he stitched her back up, at least so her ribs weren’t fully visible from a front view. He popped her jaw back in place, and at the last minute decided to tie her mouth shut in a way that wasn’t obvious, hiding the rows of missing teeth. 
When he decided she looked just like any old corpse, he opened a dark-brown closet in the corner of the room, which was filled to the brim with paraphernalia correlating with his hobby, and stuffed her body inside a body bag for transport. 
Now he just needed to plant her body somewhere discrete, and send you an anonymous text. A part of him was devising an entire scavenger hunt, but he decided that would make it too obvious you were the focus. Best to just make it seem like the killer read the articles you wrote and decided to reward you for a job well done. 
Chrollo had given permission to give the body to the public, so he might as well let it be found by someone who knew what to do with it. It felt efficient.
You found it the very same night.
And reacted as Feitan had expected.
“Article?! This is bigger! Way bigger than the local newspaper. I’ve been getting texts all night asking for interviews!” While you had just downed your third cup of coffee, you already made moves to stand up and refill. Feitan just placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you back down to sit, clearly unwilling to watch you overdose on caffeine in front of him.
It was like you hadn’t even processed his touch, your skin feeling electric at the prospect of making your own name in journalism. You knew your urge to make this story phenomenal wasn’t exactly morally upstanding, but it was the only way to interpret the events of today without panicking. You’d found a body. Texted the location by an anonymous source. This wasn’t real. “I heard they are getting like... secret agents involved.”
Feitan scoffed. Those amateurs wouldn’t find anything worthwhile. 
You’d called him first, in tears, asking what to do. It’d made him laugh quite a bit, so he’d muted himself first, before eventually handing you instructions when you started worrying if he was even on the line. 
Now, you were both in your dorm, electronics turned off to give you some peace of mind. Lazing back on the faux leather couch, you just covered your face with your hands, the man beside you watching with amused eyes.
“Big day.”
“Yeah...”
Removing your fingers from your face, you side-eyed him, just in time to see him tilt his head in mild confusion.
If it was with him, it was probably okay to share what you truly felt. You figured him to be a guy that would understand. “It feels weird, thinking about the articles in a time like this.” 
“Isn’t this what you been looking?”
“Yeah, I guess, but I do still feel a bit shaken up.” You murmured. “She was just laying there... eyes all popping out. The smell... oh god the smell was the worst of it. Like she’d been dead for ages.”
She had been, Feitan thought. “Did it disturb?”
“Yeah... but at least she’s found, right? The family can have their funeral.” You shivered but smiled immediately after to dissipate the sudden heavy atmosphere. “Sorry, this is a lot. I don’t wanna freak you out with dead-body talk. I’m also sorry I called you out of the blue... I didn’t know who else to call.”
Feitan laughed out loud, a sound you’d never heard before. You liked his laugh, even if it sounded a tad deranged. It was shitty to make comments about people’s way of expressing joy, so you kept that thought to yourself.
“Whaaat? Is that a weird thing to worry about? It’s awful to think about.”
When the laughter died down, Feitan finally deigned your question with a response, his lips still quirking upward as if on the verge of more laughter. “It’s nothing. Funny how you worry for my response.”
“C’mon! You might draw gory art, but that isn’t the same as the real thing.” Your eyes suddenly popped wide open. “Have you ever seen a corpse?”
“A few.”
“Ahhh, probably for your art, right?”
He didn’t correct you, and you didn’t seem to want to pry, probably since you didn’t want to hear any more about dead bodies. The memory was still too fresh. 
“So what’s next?”
“Pulitzer prize. Obviously.”
“You just want attention,” Feitan said it without any venom. “What is the highest prize for a journalist?”
“That’s mean! I’m just passionate, I’m not in this for attention.” You sulked. “And I think that’s it? I don’t really know any other major prizes for journalism.”
“Police-induced suicide?”
“Ohhh, good one.” You agreed. “I’d love to be killed by the government. Really nails home how right I am.”
“Or killer.”
You paused.
“Or I could be killed by them, of course.” Suddenly a thought dawned on you, one Feitan had led you toward, wanting to see the flash of realization move across your face. “This might be silly to worry about, but you don’t think they’ll go after me, right?”
“They went after Summer.” He smiled beneath his cowl. “A journalist.”
“Not funny.” You still smiled, but Feitan could see how worry had started forming in the back of your mind. “It’s fine. They wanted me to find her body, obviously. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent the text.”
“Perhaps.”
“Don’t freak me out.” You frowned. “I mean it.”
Feitan wouldn’t apologize. “Just don’t walk alone at night.”
“Oh god, I won’t. Never again.” You hugged your knees close to your chest and chipped away at your nail polish. The dorm room wasn’t very well insulated, and the soft sound of some Steely Dan could be heard through your walls, invading the moment between the two of you.  “You can just escort me everywhere and whack every killer with your umbrella.”
“Fine.” Feitan agreed. “I’ll pick you up after class tomorrow.”
“I’m not being serious.” You said, rather surprised he took your joke so seriously. “That’s way too much.”
Feitan immediately startled you further by suddenly scooting over, sitting closer to you than he ever had before. He clearly liked personal space, so you’d never gone and sat so close to him, and he had never indicated wanting it differently, but now he looked at you as if the removed distance felt like a weight off of his shoulder. 
His face was close to yours, and the uncertainty to what he was doing made your nerves work overtime. His eyes were dark, and when he spoke it sounded teasing as if it was meant more as a mocking statement than a genuine question. “Would it make you feel safer?”
“I... I guess?”
His laugh was cruel, as if that was the most idiotic thing you could’ve said. “Then it is fine.”
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meowzanin33 · 6 months
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my favorite troupe members in my style
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esha-isboogara · 2 years
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nsfw headcanons ➪phantom troupe
i’m obsessed with headcanons rn. i was going to do another set of jojo ones but this came out instead. ill be adding on to ladies part ;) i just couldn’t wait to post
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𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋
♡he’s a busy crime lord now and doesn’t have as much time as he used to :( this is absolutely devastating for him.
♡don’t worry though he still has more than enough time for you! hisoka had told him about a magical thing called cock warming and he hasn’t looked back since
♡service top! he much prefers to give than receive (he still loves head though <3)
♡he’s super talkative during sex. he doesn’t mean to be he just kind of babbles on about how good you feel and how he’s going to fuck you sooo good.
♡you’re not his first but he’s definitely not very experienced in bed so be prepared to explain how to make you feel good. he’s very obedient and a fast learner !
♡crazy possessive!!! you’re the leaders partner after all. he will mark your neck up during a make out session just to make sure the other members are clear about your owner.
♡ride his face y/n pls. believe it or not the feeling of your thighs squishing his head while he’s eating you out is bliss for chrollo.
𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋
♡be carful with this man- he loves to play rough. knives,ropes,cuffs and other weapons are always present in your bedroom.
♡very much kinky so don’t worry about ever becoming bored with your sex life.
♡very much over protective. you won’t be showing much skin unless it’s with him. and if you have some thing to say about it he is more than happy to put you in your place again.
♡over time he learns that your needs are just important as his. he starts off as a selfish lover not caring if you get off.
♡not very talkative at all. he might praise you (if you’re lucky) while you’re going down on him or if you’re taking him without crying tonight but that’s about the extent of it. he doesn’t make much sound either. aside from a few grunts and groans he’s as silent as a mouse. it’s kind of weird.
♡insanely possessive. he’s carved his initials into your thighs multiple times as well as covered your neck in enough bite marks to make it clear to the other members you are his prize.
♡doesn’t like lingerie. he thinks it gets in the way of what the real prize is so don’t go out buying anything nice because he will tear it to shreds.
♡keeps his nails sharp for battle don’t let his fingers anywhere near your pussy y/n!! he might cut them once or twice if you ask him extra nice.
♡don’t even think about calling him anything other than feitan or sir in bed. there will be hell to pay. he doesn’t like daddy or master it makes his stomach turn.
𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗄
♡such a sweetie. he just wants you to feel good :) he is a service top
♡just because you’re together doesn’t mean he doesn’t stalk you anymore. he has cameras set up everywhere just so he can watch you. he has specific tapes with all his favorite moments in your life (mostly of you showering or masturbating)
♡has an absolute FILTHY mind despite his cute exterior. some of his fantasies are absolutely insane.
♡films most of your sessions (most of the time without you knowing) so he can go back and get off on it when you’re away. the folder on his computer with your name is filled with videos like that.
♡he’s not as stingy with you. he’s a bit of a cuck so if any of the members want a turn with you he’s more than willing to share but he has to get front row seats to the show.
♡he’s always so needy for you. he will beg to fuck you like on his knees. it’s kind of cute how desperate he is for some pussy
♡has lots of pretty pictures of you around his apartment. the best looking ones in his room so he can jerk off to them ~ don’t worry these aren’t pics he took in secrete you send them willingly. shalnark doesn’t get many visitors anyways
♡has deepfaked porn to make the star look like you. those are in his little collection
♡he gives hisoka kink/sexy ideas. his mind is a baron wastland of nothing but horny thoughts
𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖼𝗎𝖻
♡corruption kink!!! when he finds out you’re a virgin he over the fucking moon. he is so happy he gets to be the first to ruin you.
♡doesn’t like to be called daddy. it’s just such a turn off for him. he would much rather hear you scream his name over and over
♡got a collar for you. it has his initials on it in big red letters. you wear it as a choker sometime and that drives him crazy.
♡has a hard time degrading you at first. he wants you to know how truly loved you are with him :)
♡he really likes trying new things though. he is down for anything.
♡the king of after care !!! he will literally fuck you dumb and then run a bath, change the sheets and give you his comfy sweats. oh he just loves taking care of you
♡prefers to call you animal themed names in bed. ie. kitty,bunny,puppy and the rest
♡fuck him in the car during stakeouts. it keeps things interesting
♡don’t wear dresses or skirts around him he will sit you down on his lap and bounce you on his dick. he doesn’t care who sees
𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗆𝖺
♡he’s so vanilla but that doesn’t mean he can’t fuck you nice and good.
♡he’s a switch i think. he doesn’t mind it when you take control to him it makes things more interesting.
♡has a bit of a darker side though. if you piss him off bad enough he will fuck you into oblivion. he can be extremely rough..like feitan style rough. this only happens once in a blue moon bc he has a lot of self control.
♡lots and lots and lots of pda. like an insane amount
♡thigh riding happens a lot. he wasn’t really sure if that would be something he liked but hisoka convinced him that it’s worth it. lo and behold he became
♡in all honesty his libido isn’t the highest. he loves you to death but he’s just not horny all the time.
𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾
♡a pillow princess!! she may act all hard around her fellow spiders but in bed she’s a total sub.
♡v whiney/bratty. she always gets what she wants so don’t ever respond to her with no. that’s not in her vocab
♡69 pls!!! the combination of pleasure like a drug for her
♡will complain about how she doesn’t like toys and would rather have your fingers and then complain about how she wants her vibrator back. she’s so all over the place
♡messy messy MESSSY!! she’s a squirter :3
♡do not even try to do anything infront of other people. she has a reputation to uphold after all. don’t ruin it y/n.
♡only owns cutest toys. pretty bright pinks and lots of sparkles. for some reason she’s embarrassed to have you use them on her as if you haven’t already seen every part of her body.
♡likes her nails long so expect her to eat more pussy than anything. for a bottom she knows what she’s doing.
𝗉𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖺
♡she is such a soft!dom. while she’s making you cum for the fifth time she’ll make sure you’re abt to go again and ask if you need some water or soothing to help you keep your energy up.
♡MOMMY KINK!!! call her mommy and she’s yours forever. she’s very soft and caring before during and after sex
♡slow sloppy sex. not because she’s lazy she likes to teach you how to patient.
♡learns your body like a book. she is quick to find out what makes you tick.
♡♡♡♡♡
𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗂
♡BIG TITTY GOTH GF!!! she’s a switch who has fun on top and on the bottom.
♡hisoka taught her about bedroom role play and now she is obsessed. y’all partake in all kinds of scenarios. classic stuff like school girl/teacher and more obscure things like car girl and human. it’s always a fun time
♡sex isn’t something she takes super seriously. she just likes to do it with you because she loves you. she doesn’t hold herself up on pedestal so it’s okay to mess up and laugh with her. it makes the act more genuine in her mind
♡zuku likes to explore kinks and try out new things all the time. like all the time. she likes to keep you on your toes. plus its always nice to switch things up.
♡she’s just the sweetest most genuine partner. like honestly
𝗎𝗏𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗇
♡we all know what this man is into. size kink with a sprinkle of cnc and corruption mixed in.
♡oh man he’s just so horny all the time around you.
♡hisoka taught him about a belly bulge and he is obsessed. he hits your spot on all the right ways so he can see his dick print in your tummy.
♡there’s not much he can’t do. he’s so big and strong. he likes to try all kinds of crazy positions seeing how much you can take before you break.
♡♡♡♡♡
𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗓𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗒𝖼𝗄
♡illumi is very straight to the point. he does what he thinks will feel good for him not the other way around. he won’t leave you unsatisfied but that’s only because it takes him a while to bust.
♡lulu has many kinks but his most prominent ones being breeding. he is ever so eager to put the heir to his clan inside you. and then another and another and another. it goes on forever. he also has a bit of pregnancy kink.
♡he is a possessive lover he doesn’t want anyone else to see or hear what he gets to. public sex is always a no…unless he wants to prove a point then it’s on the table.
♡he doesn’t mind using sharp things in bed :) its usually a surprise just to keep you on your toes
♡lulu likes to think he’s immune to the sexual needs of a normal human being but alas he is not. when he’s especially moody or angry give yourself up to him to use , he will be forever grateful. he needs that release but doesn’t know how to ask.
𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗄𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐
♡always horny. always in the mood. is down to do it whenever wherever and however.
♡what kink DOESNT this man have.
♡he doesn’t really have a defined role in bed. he’s a top when he wants to be and he’s a bottom when the mood strikes him. he still won’t call himself a switch for some reason.
♡nothing is really off limits for him which is not something you can say about a lot of people. he’s super open minded so don’t ever be afraid to bring anything up to him. chances are he’s thought of it before you and was waiting for you to catch on.
♡he’s a big fan of toys. they get used in the bedroom plenty and even more so outside of it. he doesn’t mind watching you slowly fall apart in public.
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— NOWHERE TO RUN
⨳ WARNINGS. fem!reader, dark content, restraints, torture, gagging, n0nc0n, fingering (f!receiving), feitan keeps you prisoner and fucks you with his fingers
⨳ WORD COUNT. 1.450
⨳ NOTE. oop first feitan fic where are the feitan fuckers :o also there may or may not be a part two
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THE FIRST TIME feitan porter puts his hands on you, there’s a rhythmic drip of leaky water that echoes through the room, deepening the emptiness in that rattles in your chest as you struggle to breathe. your wrists are bound by cold metal cuffs attached to chains embedded in the stone wall behind you— cuffs that jingle and screech the more you pull for freedom.
from across the room, feitan sits with one leg crossed over the other, and a cold, almost bored expression sits on his face as he watches you struggle against the restraints.
“they not break” he mumbles, though his voice sounds almost taunting behind the collar of his jacket.
logic tells you he’s right— that you stand no match for steel that’s practically cemented into the wall behind you, but instinct wont let you give in, at least until you’ve exhausted your mind, body and spirit to it’s very brink.
the more you struggle, refusing to acknowledge his existence in the room, the more feitan craves your pain. he watches the way sweat dribbles down your neck, and the way your body flinches and shivers every time he moves even half an inch. the power he holds over you is almost pathetic, and he can’t get enough.
“you never learn” he sighs again, standing up from the edge of the stone he had made himself comfortable on, pacing the room with an umbrella in hand as you watch and groan against the fabric gagging your mouth. “why not just be quiet? hmm?”
another groan against your gag has him shaking his head, tapping the silver end of the umbrella to the ground as the ping of metal against stone pierces your ears. your senses are heightened— worsened by the pain of the cuffs that dig into your skin with every yank against them. you wish you could listen— to shut your mouth and suffer through the pain.
but feitan is far from complaining.
the closer he gets, the more you flinch— the closer and closer feitan gets, the more your body trembles and struggles, yanking the chains tight as your screams are swallowed by the fabric soaked in your spit and his mind can’t help but wander to places he knows it shouldn’t.
“you listen now?” he asks, standing above you as he stares down at your bruised knees and shivering body.
your bones feel like they could break at any second, and your lungs are dry and weak from the screaming. you want to give in, but you can’t give him what he wants. not after everything he’s done to you over the past few days locked in a cage like some kind of animal.
“I said, you listen now?” this time he nearly spits his words, and another tap of the umbrella to the ground makes you wince.
but still, you refuse to answer him. your voice is caught in your throat, and your eyes stay trained to the ground until the cool metal of his umbrella is pressed against your torso as feitan drags it up to your chest, stopping at your sternum as your breaths grow heavy and filled with fear.
feitan can’t deny his thrill now— his body is coursing with adrenaline he’s never quite felt before, enthralled with the way you react to his advances. he wants more— to see the tears roll down your cheeks just for him once more. he wants to blur the lines of pain and pleasure until your body can’t function on it’s own anymore, and you’re left limp against your restraints, and a victim of his torture. he wants it so bad, and feitan gets what feitan wants, by any means necessary.
as the tip of his umbrella presses into the skin of your chest, feitan can’t help but snicker as you struggle for breath, and the further up he carries it, the faster your chest rises and falls under the pressure until the cool metal is pressed under your chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes.
“look at me” feitan demands, digging the tip of the umbrella under your chin until you’re forced to look him in the eyes.
there’s something about him that taunts you— something you know is so wrong, and yet so undeniable all the same. maybe it’s the way his eyes flicker as he stares, filled with a mystery and a sense of loneliness that makes him seem a little more human the more you watch. the thoughts that fill your head make you hate yourself— but even as you cough at the pressure of the metal pressed against your throat, you can’t seem to shake the temptation that fills his aura and draws you in like a spell.
“not so hard, right?” he hums, crouching down in front of you as he places the umbrella beside him on the ground.
you can’t reply— feitan knows this, and yet he can’t help but tease you with his words as the anticipation he knows is there begins to simmer in your chest.
“now” he whispers, placing a single finger on your bare thigh. “stay still”
you barely have time to think before his finger slips past the fabric of your sweat soaked panties. he’s swift— quicker than you can track as he toys with clit and watches your eyes widen with a glossy sheen. your breaths are faster than before now, pushing the fabric at your mouth away with every gasp as he pinches and rolls your nerves between his fingers. tears prick the corners of your eyes that sting with the jolt of your nerves between your thighs, but feitan is nowhere near being done with you yet— he’s only just started, and the spell he’s seemed to cast on your aura takes over as an undeniable heat pools at your core. the tiny moans that get caught in your gag make him push you further. he wants to hear you cry, and moan, all for him, and feitan can’t help but slip a finger past your folds as your walls tighten around him. first one, then another, feeling the way you stretch around him until he fits a third, letting his thumb cup your cunt and press against your clit. you can’t help but choke against the fabric, letting your cries echo against the damp stone walls as his fingers curl inside you.
“shhh” he whispers, though he doesn’t want you to stop. his cock is hard and aching, but he can’t let you know how much seeing you like this turns him on. he can’t let you know his weakness.
as hard as you try to keep it away, waves of pleasure crash against your body with every push of his fingers deeper and deeper inside your cunt. it’s like he can’t get enough as his eyes flutter shut the more he pushes— wallowing in your desperate cries for some sort of relief as he pushes you close to your breaking point.
“I said shut up” feitan hisses, using your defiance as an excuse to dig his nails into your thigh while the other hand works at your cunt until the pain and pleasure of his hands spin in a whirlpool of conflict in your body. “shut up and cum”
what was once a defiant spirit has quickly submitted to his words as your mind crumbles piece by piece into a pool of numbness that consumes your senses. your arms go limp against the cuffs as your vision goes blurry— you can barely make out the expression painted on feitan’s face as he knits his brows with resistance to his arousal the more your body tenses and convulses around him. one flick of your clit is all it takes for you to fall apart, giving yourself up to his torture as your high washes the pain away and throws you into a cycle of dependence on his body for your pleasure.
“ngh.. ! .. ” you moan, as the hum of your voice pricks your lips against the gag.
feitan hides his blush beneath the collar of his jacket, pulling his fingers away from your messy cunt as you nearly drop to the ground with exhaustion.
“no screaming” he whispers, reaching for your mouth as he pulls down the soaked gag and frees your mouth. “now taste”
before you can even think about making a sound, feitan’s fingers shove past your lips and press down on your tongue, forcing you to taste your own pleasure and reconcile with the fact that you want more.
feitan mutters under his breath as you suck his fingers clean, checking over his shoulder to make sure nobody had poked their head through the door to hear.
“be good, and you get more.”
tagging: @tokyomanjihoe @arozaur @festive @thetempleofnyx @koucaine @bokuroskitten
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babydaddyleorio · 2 years
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What would Feitan, chrollo and Killua if their s/o just randomly gives them a flowers💐 LIKE S/O JUST FRICKEN SHOVE THEM in the FACE A BIG ASS BOUQUET FLOWERS and say something cheesy and WHATS WORSE is s/o is not even ashamed of it and she'll just laugh it off if they didn't like her cringe ass line.
Feitan
“What is this?”
Feitan sat under the large oak tree with his legs crossed and eyebrow quirked in question.
“They’re flowers, Fei.” You laughed as you thrusted them into his face. “Ever heard of them?”
Feitan slowly pushed the flowers to the side with one finger.
“Funny.” He said in the flattest tone ever before rolling his eyes back to his book. “I don’t like them. Too… pink.”
You figured he would say something like that, he was Feitan after all.
So you came back the next day and brought him a bouquet of black roses. You made sure they were alive because for some odd reason he liked watching them wilt away.
“What about these?"
Feitan examined the large bundle of dark roses that were in your hands before sighing deeply.
"Better."
Chrollo
“Are these for me?”
You nodded your head before lightly handing him the peony bracelet you made yourself. He then twirled the makeshift jewelry between his fingers before raising it to his nose, giving it a whiff and smiling.
“These are beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” You shot back, winking at him with a smirk.
Chrollo chuckled with a head shake.
He found it endearing that you would think to give him sweet presents, today being a thread with flowers attached to it. He always thought the gentlemen thing was for him to be the one that showers you with gentle gestures, but he appreciated these moments just as well.
Chrollo rolled the bracelet onto his wrist before peering back at you tenderly.
“Thank you, my dear.”
Killua
“Not this again.”
Killua is turning his gaze to the side with puffed out cheeks and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He's told you multiple times that you didn’t need to keep getting him flowers, though, you never seemed to listen.
“I still have the ones from the other day, you know.”
“Yeah, but these were so pretty! When I saw them, I couldn't help but to think of you.” You quickly argued causing Killua's eyes to widen in horror.
"What are you saying?" He sputtered in disbelief with a heated face and you snickered behind your hand.
"I'm saying that I want you to accept my token of affection." Your voice was sickly sweet as you grinned. "I'll give you as many flowers as I need to show you how much I love you."
Killua scoffed before rolling his eyes tiredly.
“You’re so lame.”
He hastily took the flowers from your palms causing you to smile.
He’d never admit it, never in a thousand years would Killua tell you how much he actually looked forward to whenever you let him know how much you cared. He had never had a simple gesture as sweet as this, and although it was a weird feeling, at the same time, it just felt so normal.
“So embarrassing.” Killua clicked his tongue as he watched you happily skip away, but he made sure to squeeze the stems of the flowers tightly in his grasp once he was sure no one was looking.
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extratt413 · 1 year
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His Hands - in Mine so Warm - Shed Blood
Feitan x gn!reader
My Navigation is here.
Synposis: you spend a nice autumn evening with your (bf? lover? either way, you belong to him and he to you) watching horror movies. While Feitan - unnervingly so - giggles at the images potrayed, you can't help but inch closer to him with every scream reverberating from the tv.
This is for my Autumn Festival 2022.
Warnings: reader gets scared during horror movies, Fei calls them "pretty", attempt at his speech impediment, horror themes mentioned (Feitan's funny little hobby (torture), he comments on vague similarities between his hobby and the movie). Can be read as yandere!feitan, but not necessarily
Wordcount: 450
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It was warm inside. How you had convinced him to get a suite as cosy as this one, you didn't know. But you were glad you did. It was pouring outside and the temperature had dropped significantly since last week. Every once in a while, you could see flashes of light pass the heavy curtains, but you never heard the thunder. Cuddled underneath thick blankets, you and Feitan were watching a movie together. "To celebrate. Halloween is close," he had said. His unhinged smile had unnerved you, but you hadn't said anything. You should have. The screams of the tv were so loud, you didn't even register any noises from outside.
"Hah," he rasped, eyes glued to the screen glitching with images of knives and fear and blood.
"Fei, please," you whined, flinching when the killer suddenly appeared behind the protagonist.
Feitan only clicked his tongue and pinched your thigh in response, but his eyes never left the tv.
"Pretty," he chided with a soft voice, but his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer, nonetheless. You couldn't help but smile at the - ever so briefly - display of affection and nuzzled deeper into him.
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“I did too, once - this,” he commented after a while, and you didn´t have to look up to know that he was smiling. Based on the bloodcurdling screams from the tv, you didn´t even want to ask, and only hummed in acknowledgement. "Did you know? They scream this much, also. But - they get quiet. After some time," he told you.
"Why is that?" Whether it was morbid curiosity or wanting to please him, you didn't know, as you looked up at him questioning.
His eyes flitted over to you. You were right, he had been smiling. Soft, and serene. But your inquiry made his smile widen, and you could see his teeth - white and sharp - glow in the dimly lit room.
"Do you want to know?" he asked you, fingers moving to run over your cheek. "Really?" He laughed when you nodded, then shook his head before turning back to watch the movie. His fingers still rested on top of your skin. "No. No, I don't think - that you can. You're too...soft. Sweet. Can't even watch movie. Nothing compared to - that," he whispered the last part.
You didn't know if you should be glad, or absolutely horrified. Then again, as long as you could lay in his arms, he was more of a loyal protector, than a horror slasher come to life. So, even, when his fingers twitched against you in delight, you cuddled closer into his warm embrace.
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burnbrightorhellwill · 8 months
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Feitannnnn
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malvo-ish · 1 year
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Feitan: I haven't lost my virginity because I never lose.
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mamayan · 9 months
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YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!
TOUCH
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⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️
MDNI•18+
Trigger warnings!
This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia
You have been properly warned and notified of what this work contains. If anything above offends or triggers you, please do not continue reading. Don’t make me waste my time writing all this out only for someone to read and get offended when all the warning literally tell them what is in this. You reading this confirms you are 18+ years of age, meaning a consenting adult agreeing to proceed and consume this content, do not come after me or report me because you aren’t capable of managing yourself.
I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!
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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.
The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.
He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.
He sat in his usual spot.
Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.
His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.
It mattered hardly at all at this point.
You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?
It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.
Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.
It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.
Outside was duller than your mind remembered.
You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.
You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.
Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.
A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.
When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.
“Still want to die?”
You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.
You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.
Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.
Only a little.
“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.
It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.
It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.
“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.
His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.
Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.
Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.
You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.
Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.
You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…
You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.
He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.
Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.
He just kept observing you.
Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.
Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.
Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.
“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.
“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.
“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.
“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?
You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.
This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.
Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.
“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.
The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.
“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.
This was insanity.
He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.
“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.
It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.
For once, you dreaded him stopping.
Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.
“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.
“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.
“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.
You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.
“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.
Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.
Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.
It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?
The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.
It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.
Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.
You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.
“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.
“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.
“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.
His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.
“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.
You should cry and beg for him to stop.
Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.
Debauched.
His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.
“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.
He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.
“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.
You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.
“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.
Like a good little pet.
You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.
He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.
“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.
He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.
His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.
Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.
“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.
His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.
“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.
“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.
“My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.
You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.
Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.
You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.
“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.
“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.
You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.
“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.
You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.
“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.
“I-I don’t understand…”
“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.
“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.
“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.
“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.
“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.
It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.
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𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 ~ 𝒟𝒪 ~ 𝒴𝒪𝒰 ~ 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒯 ~𝐼𝒯?
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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: illumi zoldyck + chrollo lucilfer + feitan porter + hisoka morow
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader (illumi and chrollo), gn!reader (feitan and hisoka), vaginal sex, breeding kink, creampie, cum play, spanking, slut shaming, degradation, face fucking, dacryphilia, cum swallowing, sadist!feitan, menace!hisoka
{tokyo revengers edition}
{one piece edition}
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𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐙𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐘𝐂𝐊
illumi has a big breeding kink. someone’s got to keep the family bloodline going. so the only appropriate place for him to cum in his mind is inside of you. with his cock being so long it isn’t difficult for him to shoot his seed deep inside your hole. it’s begging to be stuffed by how tightly your pussy is hugging him so why not grant it’s wishes? illumi will even take the time to thrust all his cum into you even after he’s finished. all to make sure none of it goes to waste. “there you go. you feel that?” illumi pushes down on your stomach, earning a moan from you. “my children are in there”.
𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐑
chrollo’s breeding kink may not be as massive as illumi’s but he does like the idea of filling you with his cum. when he doesn’t feel stuffing your cunt the next place to paint with his cum is your ass. chrollo usually has you in doggy anyway, with your face shoved into your pillow. he likes to leave a harsh smack against your ass before he pulls out and makes a mess on your cheeks. chrollo isn’t shy about making a mess either. he’ll spread his cum along your ass. all the while he’s smirking down at you. “look at you, messy little slut. i think you need another load. this time inside”.
𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑
feitan is a sadist at heart. just like he likes seeing fear and pain in the eyes he interrogates, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t also enjoy earning the same reaction from you. that’s why he likes cumming down your throat. feitan loves shoving his cock in your mouth right before he’s about to finish. all so he can watch you choke around his dick. there’s something about listening to you splutter and seeing tears drip down your cheeks that helps feitan reach his in. next thing you know he’s shooting white ropes into your mouth. he won’t grant you even an ounce of oxygen until you’ve swallowed every drop.
𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐖
one of the most important things to hisoka is being a menace. even when he’s cumming. you could be begging for him to cum inside of you but he ignores your pleas. all so he can pull out and empty his balls all over your face without warning. he purposely aims for the most inconvenient places either like your eye or even in your hair. hisoka lives for that look of utter shock you give him every single time, despite the fact that this is basically routine by now. whenever you get mad at him, hisoka laughs mockingly. “what’s the matter, pet?” he asks, stroking your stained cheek. “thought you’d liked my cum”.
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meowzanin33 · 5 months
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I’m not very good at drawing umbrellas lol
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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years
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For you event matchups HXH and TWST plz: I’m a female Sagittarius , my mbti is intj, I have a high pain tolerance. I can actually sing really well but only when I’m alone. I never wanna drink alcohol in my life and I secretly despise it. I’m also an introvert. I’m also Latina and 4”11. I rarely get grossed out. I’m straight . I love horror and rarely get grossed out and I like cats more then people . I have autism. I love watching movies and playing genshin impact. I also like learning and reading . I know English, my Spanish is rusty and the basics of French.
Hello, thank you for the request! Sorry this is out so late! For you, I think the best matchups would be...
HxH: Feitan
This guy will definitely have a blast teasing you about your height but it's only because he thinks it's cute that you're shorter than him. Believe me, it might seem mean but he just does it because he likes you and he doesn't know how to properly say "I love you."
I feel like the two of you are the silent power couple, like people won't mess with you guys at all. Your high pain tolerance might translate to him that you're okay with being next to him whenever he's doing his job, like you aren't squeamish. But if that's not the case then I feel like he would have no problem doing it alone. He might miss you during those times, but he'll never admit it. He prefers the quiet and less crowded spaces, so the two of you will probably agree on similar kinds of dates as well! Speaking of interests, he's really into horror movies, and the more obscure they are the better. Please show him your favorites, he'll have no problem watching them with you. By the way, he's so silent you might not even notice he's around sometimes. This means he might catch you singing, and believe me he thinks it's lovely, he just doesn't know how to express it. He won't tell you he heard you, but maybe one day he might ask you to sing something, "just because." Also, he seems like a cat person to me too, maybe you guys adopt one in the future haha. Overall you guys probably have super chill hangouts, like he might be a troupe member but he's one of the more calm members of the team!
TWST: Idia
Look, it's Ignihyde!
I think Idia would be a match because both of you guys are more introverted, and I have a feeling a lot of your interests match up. I have a headcanon that this guy probably likes horror movies, and just doesn't say it. Like, he might not like the gore aspect, but the cinematography and storylines are just so interesting! You two should watch some together, but if you'd rather do something else, introduce him to Genshin! He might really enjoy it, just warn him not to use all of his money on the game haha.
He's probably also sensitive to alcohol, idk he gives me those vibes. So the two of you probably stay miles away from bars, not only because of the drinks but also because of how crowded those places can be haha. Idia's super considerate of your comforts and concerns, so if anything seems to be bothering you, he'll try to keep you away from it as much as possible. I feel like he's one of the best at respecting people's boundaries, so you'll always feel safe with him!
Overall, the two of you have very chill vibes as well!
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