#feitan noncon

[digital-domain]

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Feitan x Reader drabble // word count 1.5k

In which you dream about someone you shouldn’t, and talk in your sleep.

Tags/Warnings: yandere, kidnapped reader, mention of blood and gore (past and imagined), knives, implied noncon, implied threat of death (to reader), implied murder (not reader), reader is gonna be fucked up over this forever

A/N: first time writing this man, not sure how I feel about it but it’s either post or stare at it forever

As always - 18+, read the tags, if you don’t like the tags then don’t go below the cut. Thank you and enjoy.

There is a knife against your throat, and you barely know how it got there, much less why. You didn’t do anything. Didn’t run, didn’t try to shove your tormentor away, didn’t tell him that you wished he was dead, or worse. You wouldn’t have had the time to do these things, even if you wanted to. You hadn't been awake for a second before his hand stirred from where it had lain on your waist. And now - the blade twitches, slightly. It doesn’t press quite hard enough to make you bleed, but certainly enough to make you picture what would happen if it did. If it kept going, long past the point where red rivulets stained the threadbare sheets beneath you.

A small noise escapes your mouth. You get nothing in response. It takes time for Feitan to speak, when there’s something on his mind.

It’s taking too long, even for him.

Last night, you thought you were safe. He kissed you, after meticulously washing a stranger’s blood out from beneath his nails. He watched you fall asleep, kept a hand on you until exhaustion finally forced you to nod off in the early hours of the morning. The strange affection he gives you is worse than any cruelty you could imagine, but not nearly as bad as the thought that somehow, you’ve managed to lose it. There are no words in your mind, now, only scattered images of what might happen, what you might become, the barely-recognizable thing strewn out across the floor -

“What were you dreaming about?” Feitan’s voice is dull and quiet, as always. Like he’s asking you this over breakfast, and not on what could be your deathbed.

You don’t remember, and you don’t answer. There is no air left for you to speak. 

“What were you dreaming about?” he repeats. It’s almost the same voice, but there’s a hint of urgency, now. The barest hint - but you’ve grown used to interpreting the faint indications he gives you. “Talk.”

“I don’t”- You gasp, but seem to take in nothing. “-don’t remember”-

“You were talking when you were sleeping.” 

Statements like these are dangerous. He expects you to understand what he means, always. He does not like to elaborate.

“I…” You screw your eyes shut, try to forget where you are just enough to remember where you were. “It was night. In the dream. And I was…” Oh. No. You can’t say that part out loud. Never, ever, ever. When you open your eyes, your vision is blurry. They close once more, of their own accord. “I was sitting with someone. Talking.” Someone. Someone has no face, no name - you pray that he’ll let you leave it at that. That he won’t ask for more.

“You said…” His face is close to the back of your neck, and yet, you cannot feel his breath on your skin. “When you were sleeping, you said I love you.”

Your stomach threatens to infringe upon your throat. You curse your sleeping mind for giving you something beautiful to dream of, and for letting it slip out of your mouth. Beautiful things do not survive here, and your mouth is always better kept shut. 

“Who?” 

You’d think, in your present situation, that you wouldn’t have enough room in your head to feel terrified for anyone else. But you do. Terrified enough to try something stupid. 

You’re sure Feitan can feel the tension in your body, the instinctual way it readies itself for a fight (you would lose instantly) or an attempt at escape (you wouldn’t make it an inch). “It wasn’t about”- you choke on your own breath, try again. “It wasn’t about anyone real. Just a dream-person.”

“Bad liar,” he accuses. You do not protest. It was pointless to try. 

And yet, you try again. You know that your answer matters. Enough for you to force more lies across the blade that still presses against your skin. “Someone I used to date. A long time ago.” Really, it was only a few weeks before Feitan….found you that things ended. But time is subjective - it certainly feels like a long time has passed since then. 

“Oh.” If he suspects that you’re lying again, he doesn’t say it. But he does tend to leave a lot of things unsaid. 

“He”- You suck in a breath as the knife twitches again. The movement is not an accident. It’s never an accident - his hands are unnaturally steady, when he wants them to be. “He ended things. I don’t think he thinks about me anymore.” This needs to be true. He needs to believe that it’s true, or-

“But you still think about him.” 

Your stomach churns. “It was just a dream.” Technically not a lie, either. You’d have to say no for it to be a lie.

Feitan pauses for a moment. You’d have expected him to be furious, to take this out on you in some unimaginably awful way. Instead you hear a single sigh, feel it soft against your skin. “He let you go.” He sounds almost confused, his muted voice drawn out just enough to make his resentment clear. The knife turns slightly, and this time, you’re not sure if it was on purpose. “He must be stupid.”

You bite down on the inside of your lip, sharp and hard enough to tear a bit of the lining away. It’s awful when he says these things. Words that could be sweet, if you removed everything around them.

“I can’t control what I dream about,” you whisper, almost too quiet to be heard. “I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” He withdraws the blade, swings his feet off the bed - the floor, decrepit as it is, should creak when he stands, but it never does. “You don’t need to tell me anything else.”

You know better than to be relieved, so you turn over, to your other side, and fix your gaze on the floor. Watch him carefully, indirectly. You listen, your breath almost as silent as his, as he picks up his jacket from the end of your bed, puts it on. 

And he smiles. His face is covered, but you see it in his eyes. “I can figure out the rest.” 

The rest. 

Your heart hammers, but your blood stands still. Frozen in your veins. You know why he’s put on his jacket. Why he’s leaving. Where he’s going.

The knife still dangling from Feitan’s hand catches a shard of your reflection, a smudged picture of a terrified eye that disappears before you can look any closer.

The rest. Name, face, address - all too easy. There are clues in your confiscated possessions, in the place where you used to live. 

It’s as if the knife is still held to your throat. No. It’s as if your skin has already broken beneath it. You do not think in words. You think in gory pictures, infinitely clearer than the haze you see before forcing your eyes shut. Your blood, mixing with what you’re sure will be on that blade by day’s end. Skin-gushing-red-bones-out-something being buried, dirty hands returning to you, staining your face, your clothes, the things underneath, silent breath coming alive, painfully soft in your ear -

You open your eyes. You want to scream at him to stop, to stay. But your mouth stays shut.

“I won’t draw it out.” For a moment, he looks down, and you swear you see his face color. Like he’s said something overly sweet, and can barely stand it. “I promise.”

It’s enough to make it real. Enough to unseal your lips. “Don’t…” You should be yelling. But it’s all you can do, finding enough strength to make a near-silent, desperate appeal. “Please. You don’t have to. I’m not going to - to run. To him or anyone else. I’m not gonna do anything. I don’t - it was just a dream…”

“Stop.” His smile drops, eyes narrow. Voice even quieter than usual, deathly calm.

You go silent. Perfectly still.

“If you keep trying to save him, I’ll break my word. I already want to.” 

You forget how to breathe. 

This can’t be a choice you have to make. This can’t be in your hands. There are words in your head, finally, and you can’t say them. 

You have to say them.

“I’m sorry.” 

"Okay." He stares at you for far too long, unblinking. For seconds, or maybe hours, or maybe days - they’re all the same, to you, now. “It’s okay.”

No. He is unforgivably wrong. Nothing will ever be okay again. You’re in some other world, in your mind, and it’s going to take more than you have to yank you out of it. 

You can barely see him in front of you. His voice reverberates strangely in your head. But when he moves, it’s like your senses pull themselves together. You realize that your eyes are wet, that a tear is rolling down the bridge of your nose, that you can breathe after all, but only in ragged gasps…

“You look…nice…when you cry.” He drops his gaze once more, tugs up on the cloth that covers his face. His smile is back, creasing the corners of his eyes, and it is the ugliest thing you have ever seen. “Wonder if he thought that, too.”

#feitan x reader #yandere feitan #tw blood #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw violent imagery #tw implied noncon #tw implied murder

[tinfairies]

Feitan is so gross.

TW: general grossness that translates into what sex is like with him along with some of his fucked up kinks. Rape, piss, blood, just awful stuff. You've been warned.

He hardly ever showers properly. He thinks that just standing under the water counts as getting clean.

Always has blood and dirt caked under his nails.

Doesn't brush his teeth as often as he should.

Doesn't shave his body hair. At all. He doesn't have a lot of hair anyway due to his stunted growth, but what little he does have is a rats nest. Mainly under his arms and groin area.

Feitan will go weeks without shaving his face and all he produces is patchy stubble.

Deodorant is also a rarity. He just forgets to put it on.

Having said all this, sex with him is also gross. Not just because of his hygiene, but also because of his kinks.

Fei loves predator/prey roleplay, knife play, blood play, scratching and biting. Anything that can make either of you bleed honestly.

Scent and hygiene doesn't bother him, in fact he's got a bit of a scent kink and hates when his partners shower before sex.

His cock is about 3 inches, and uncut. He's got a lot of foreskin and based on his hygiene you can guess just how gross it is. He's got tight little balls and could pass as adolescent if it wasn't for all the pubic hair.

Feitan's grossness just increases because he has a piss kink. He'll piss on you, or in you, and make you drink his urine while you suck him off.

An absolute sadist and could cum just from watching you get uncomfortable and humiliated.

Isn't above rape. If you say no, he's probably going to do it anyway. Especially if you've caught his attention.

#smut #headcanons #feitan portor #feitan portor x reader #feitan #feitan x reader #hxh x reader #hxh smut #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #tw noncon #tw piss #tw pee

[kazuwhora]

— 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

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

#feitan x reader #feitan smut #feitan x reader smut #feitan porter #hxh smut #feitan porter x reader #feitan x you #feitan x y/n #hunter x hunter smut #hxh x reader #hxh x you #hunter x hunter x reader #tw noncon

[van-del]

Why is fandom synonymous with reader/self-insert shipping, don’t any of you think anymore 😭

#scrolling through the Feitan tag #most of it is (MORALLY QUESTIONABLE) smut #and that’s the stuff I Can see through my extensive filters #are there no thoughts on his character? #backstory? personality? meta? #something anything that’s not his c*ck and noncon sex #I’m so tired

[yanderenightmare]

TW: noncon, overstimulation, gag

fem reader

Just thinking about the sexual sadist ! yandere who uses ribbed condoms in your cunt. The type that has stiff nubs lining the shaft and feels like he’s fucking you with the fattest pickle – scraping against your gummy walls in the cruelest friction. Harsh thrusts, deep pounding that bruise your womb while his balls all but spank your cunt, slapping the mound in wet claps.

Your back arches off the cold table – wet and sticky from your sweat. Chest pushed up as you heave for air. Ring-gag to set your moans free – no biting back when they turn raw. When tears free-fall as he sends you crashing into another orgasm with your poor clitty pinched between his fingers.

BNHA – Bakugou, Shinso, Shigaraki, Dabi, Aizawa

JJK - Sukuna, Toji, Noaya, Geto

HQ - Kuro, Tsukishima, Sakusa, Tendou

CSM - Yoshida

BLLK - Reo

DS – Doma, Sanemi

HxH – Hisoka, Illumi, Feitan

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut

[hoejosatoru]

Well Trained

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Feitan, Fem!Reader x Chrollo (separately)

Summary: Chrollo is a particular man, with particular taste. Though he loves everything about you, he has yet to see how you preform in bed. He fears that if you disappoint him, it will ruin everything that you’ve built together. Luckily, he knows someone who can teach you to behave exactly how he likes.

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Dub con that borders on noncon at times. If you’re sensitive to that at all I would skip this one, toxic relationship dynamic, manipulation, face slapping, choking, scratching, rough sex, degradation, praise, Feitan is mean but we know that, Dom Chrollo, calls you good girl a lot, body marking, oral (fem receiving), raw sex, cream pie, not proof read. MDNI

a/n: So I’ve had this idea in my head FOREVER because I want both Chrollo and feitan badly. Writing this concept out was lowkey kicking my ass though. I think I ended up pulling it together, but I hope y’all enjoy.

Dating Chrollo was a dream come true. He was everything you ever wanted in a man: intelligent, attentive, and sweet. Not to mention so handsome. He treated you like a princess and you loved it. Everything was perfect.

Well, almost everything.

You’d been dating for a couple months and you hadn’t had sex yet. At first you thought he wasn’t that into you, but when he kept coming back for more dates you knew that couldn’t be the case. You wondered if he was a wait till marriage type, or was shy in some way. You respected the boundary, despite wanting to sleep with him so bad. If he needed more time, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but it was starting to worry you. 

Little did you know, Chrollo wanted to sleep with you just as badly. Maybe even more so. He was very picky with who he slept with, hence this long period of courting. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized he had genuine feelings for you. He has had some relationships in the past, but he always knew they would not be very longterm. You, however, he felt was someone he could see himself with forever. 

This revelation made him want to make sure everything was perfect. He liked women with experience, who knew what they were doing and how to please him. However, he hated having to put the work in to get his partners there himself. Luckily, he knew someone who was a very effective teacher.

“My love,” Chrollo spoke over his wine, “May I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

He smiled at your eagerness. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

Your cheeks colored at the blatant question. Chrollo loved how demure you were. “Y-yes, I do. A lot, actually.”

“Good,” Chrollo replied, taking a sip of his deep burgundy drink, “I have wanted to for some time now, but there is something I need you to do first.”

Your brows knitted. “What is that?”

“I’m a very... particular person. As I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Chrollo explained, “And I want to make sure everything is just right.”

Your heart dropped a little bit. “Am... Am I not good enough for you?”

Chrollo shook his head and placed a hand over yours, comforting your nerves. “Not at all, my love. Quite the opposite actually. I love you so much that I don’t want anything to get in the way of our relationship.”

You nodded, feeling slightly relieved. “What is it? What do you want me to do?”

Chrollo thought about what the best way to explain it was. “I have a friend. He can teach you what I like, much better than I can.” He say the confused look on your face and continued. “You trust me, don’t you y/n?”

“Yes, of course,” you replied instantly. And it was true.

“I know it is an request,” Chrollo went on, “But it is important to me. Everything about you is so perfect. This will simply make sure it stays that way.” He kissed your hand, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “I want you in my life forever. Will you do this for me, my love?”

The way he looked at you and spoke to you made your body feel weak in the best way. The answer was easy for you. “Yes, of course.”

A smile spread across his face. “Excellent.”

A few days later you found yourself in a building outside of the city. It was a bit dumpy on the outside, but the inside was furnished nicely. You were aware that Chrollo engaged in a very secretive business and decided awhile ago not to ask. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to. It didn’t matter, anyways, you loved him. And he loved that about you. 

Chrollo led you into a bedroom, occupied by one other man. You felt a pang of anxiety, not fully knowing what Chrollo meant by being taught what he liked.

“Y/n, this is my friend Feitan,” Chrollo introduced you to smaller man standing before you. The way his cold eyes appraised you sent a shiver down your spine.   You said a polite hello, but he was silent. Chrollo continued, “Feitan is on the quiet side, but I trust him completely. He is going to show you what I want.”

Your stomach rolled anxiously. “Wh-what does that mean, exactly?”

Chrollo gave you an almost sympathetic look. “I don’t want to lie to you, my love. I want you to have sex with Feitan. He’s going to... mold you into the exact type of lover I like.” 

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Chrollo was a bit possessive, even early on in your relationship, so you couldn’t believe he was telling you to have sex with another man. Your eyes flicked over to Feitan, his aura making you nervous. “Chrollo I don’t-”

Chrollo gently took your jaw in his hands and turned your face back to his. “I thought you trusted me, love?”

“I do, I ju-”

“It will be okay, I promise. This will make our relationship stronger. Everything will be perfect. You want that, don’t you? You love me, don’t you?” He was so close to you, speaking so softly it made you dizzy. You almost forgot Feitan was there and what this situation was for. You never understood the effect Chrollo had on you, just that it was very strong.

“I do, I love you so much,” you replied. 

“If that is true, you’ll do this,” Chrollo replied sweetly, “And I know you will, because I know you love me.”

You nodded. You were nervous, of course, but you couldn’t say to him. “I will, I promise.”

Chrollo smiled. “My good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “Now go sit on the bed, I need to talk to Feitan quickly.” You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the bed as the two men stepped out side and spoke in hushed tones.

“What rules boss?” Feitan asked.

“Get her how I like them. You know the way,” Chrollo replied, “Do whatever you need to. Choke her or hit her if you need to. Just nothing that will leave a mark, especially not on her face. And don’t cum inside her, that is for me only.”

Feitan nodded. “Understood.” 

With that, the smaller man slipped back inside the room. Your anxiety spiked being alone with him. He pulled his jacket down, revealing his full face. He actually quite handsome, almost similar to Chrollo. He, however, looked more cold and harsh than your boyfriend did.  He was silent as he approached you, appraising your body language. He could tell you were nervous, which excited him.

“Take clothes off,” he stated. With you on the bed and him standing he was able to look down on you.

“I don’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence he gripped your jaw. “It not a request.” You nodded, shaking. He was not someone you wanted to challenged. You slowly took off your shirt, then your pants. You reluctantly went for your bra, but he grabbed your arm. “I do that. You undress me now.”

You nodded, your voice still feeling lodged in your throat. You were just happy to have the focus be on something other than you. You stripped off his jacket, shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear. “Good,” he said before climbing on top of you. 

Your body instinctively shrunk away from him, which made him scowl. “You treat me like Chrollo. You would not hide from him.” He place his hands on your shoulders, pressing your body into a more relaxed position on the mattress. 

“I’m sorry I- this is just hard for me,” you admitted.

“If you listen it will be easy,” he replied. He placed a kiss to the center of you check. “Chrollo will mark you here.” He kissed the top of your breast that your bra didn’t cover. “And here.” He kissed your neck. “And here. And you’ll let him.” 

“O-okay,” you replied. 

“Now we kiss.” He pressed his lips to yours, which were warmer than you thought they were going to be. Still, you felt you couldn’t kiss him back, your lips feeling glued shut. Feitan’s hand wrapped around your neck, making you gasp. Feitan laughed, licking into your mouth. “If you kiss Chrollo like that, he won’t like.” Feitan tightened his hand around your throat, choking you slightly. 

You kept your eyes closed and tried to pretend you were kissing Chrollo. It was hard at first, especially with Feitan tightening his hand more. “Do better.” Eventually you were able to get into a rhythm; you knew you were doing it right when Feitan loosened his grip. 

His grip loosening, however, meant dipping lower to your chest. He squeezed at your boobs over your bra for a moment, before taking it off. You couldn’t help yourself, you moved to cover yourself. Feitan, of course did not allow it. He gripped your arms and pinned them above your head, tsking. “You are slow learner.” 

Feitan kissed and licked at your breasts and neck. He was very careful not pay attention to too much on one spot, as he did not want to leave a mark. Feitan took any job Chrollo gave him seriously, but especially this one. He knew how much trust Chrollo had to have in him to allow him do this. He would never break the trust, but he would make sure the job was well done. By any means necessary. 

“If I release your hands, you will listen?” Feitan questioned.

“Yes,” you replied, still with a shake in your voice. 

Feitan did as he said he would. “Put them in my hair. Gentle. Chrollo like that.” You slid your hands into his dark locks, running your fingers through them softly. Feitan went back to kissing you as you did this. He smacked you bare thigh when your lips got too stiff again. You yelped, but continued to kiss him like he wanted. Like Chrollo wanted, you reminded yourself. this was for him.

His hand slid down your body, between your thighs. Your legs shut, making him slap your thigh again and roughly pry them open. “Stop fighting.” He ran his hand over your clothed cunt. You focused on kissing him and running your hands through his hair as he touched you. His rubbed your clit through the fabric. You were surprised how it made your stomach curl, how it felt... good. 

It made it a little easier to kiss him and touch him. You let your hands wander a little further down his back, making him hum in approval. You gasped when his finger slipped inside you, but recovered quickly. Feitan curled his finger into a spot that made your breath go ragged. He pumped his fingers faster, your cunt getting wetter by the minute. Your brain was a confused mess. On one hand it was weird to be touched by this stranger, on the other it did feel good. 

Feitan slid in a second finger and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Feitan gripped your jaw. “Don’t be quiet. He’ll wanna hear.” Feitan scissored your his fingers inside you, stretching you out. This time you let a moan slip from your lips. “Good.” He pulled his fingers out of you and put them in front of your lips. “Now suck.”

You took in his fingers, sucking at them. “More.” He shoved them deeper in your mouth, making you gag a little. You tried to correct yourself quickly, letting your tongue roll up and down the length of them, tasting yourself. Feitan yanked your underwear off and it took everything in you not to hide yourself. You felt so exposed under his gaze. 

As he stripped off his underwear and climbed on top of you, the reality of what was about to happen set in and you started to panic. “No!” you cried trying to close your legs. It was no use, Feitan was so much stronger than you. He dug his nails into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you wince.

“You obey, not fight,” Feitan growled, bullying his way between your legs. You brought your hands up and start smacking his chest and shoving him away. A sudden, swift slap to your face stunned you into stillness. Your face stung as he gave you a look that struck fear into you. He gripped your jaw achingly tight and got in your face. “Chrollo never love you like this. He want girl who behave. Who listens.”

“But-” He dug his nails into your thigh more, making you yelp.

“And you never say no to Chrollo,” he practically spat. He released his grip on you, but his gaze kept you pinned in place. “You going to behave now? Or do I tell Chrollo you don’t love him enough.”

You gulped. “P-please don’t.”

“Then shut up and take it,” he replied, flipping you in your stomach. “You can’t be trusted on back.” He took both go your hands in one of his, holding them to your lower back, effectively making you immobile. You felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, covering himself in your slick. He gave you no warning when he pressed into you, making you gasp. 

Despite his smaller stature, his cock stretched your cunt. You whined as he thrust into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A slap came down on your ass. “Arch back more.” His free hand went down the length of your spine, putting you into place. The new position allowed him to get deeper inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Feels better for him. And you.” He was right, it felt so good. Your pussy throbbed with each brush of his cock at that sweet spot.

When you bit your lip to stifle a moan, you earned another sharp slap to your ass. You opened your mouth to cry out in pain, but it turned into a damn near pornographic moan as Feitan pounded you through it. “Like that. Let me hear.” 

He continued to pound into you rough and hard. You knew you should hate it, that it shouldn’t feel so good, but god it did. You weren’t even faking your moans, they were all real reflections of the pleasure he gave you. Just when you thought it couldn't get more intense, his free hand snaked around to play with your clit.

“Fuck Feitan!” you cried out. You were on the precipice of an orgasm when he pulled his hand away, making you whine.

“You want to cum? Beg.”

“Please!” Another hard slap on your ass.

“Better than that.”

You begged, desperately, “Please Feitan! Please! Let me cum. I need to!”

“Good.” His hand was back on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “Now cum.” Your body responded immediately, tensing then melting into a deep, euphoric state. You were sure to moan loudly, to show him just how good it felt. You have heard him say good again, but your mind was too foggy to be sure. All you know is that he didn’t slap you again, so you must be doing something right.

Feitan pulled out of you quickly, spilling his cum on your ass and back with a low groan. He very much enjoyed when Chrollo gave him jobs like this. “Chrollo will cum inside. And you let him.” You nodded, feeling hazy and spent. Your body collapsed on to the bed as Feitan got up. He tossed a towel at you and told you to clean yourself up. You did your best to wipe his release off yourself as he dressed and disappeared out of the room. 

You were just finished dressing when the door opened again. This time it was your boyfriend. “Chrollo!” you cried out with relief. You ran to him, hugging him tightly. He chuckled lightly; you played right into his plan. He knew Feitan would be rough with you and knew that would make you love his gentleness towards you even more. It was just another way to manipulate you into believing he was a good guy, to make you desperate for his approval.

“My sweet girl,” he hummed rubbing your head. “Feitan said you did good. Just a few more lessons and you’ll be perfect. I'm so proud of you, angel.”

You sniffled. “Really?”

“Of course,” Chrollo replied, giving you a chaste kiss. “I know you must really love me to do this. It makes me so happy. I hope you know I love you, too. All of the is for us, for out relationship.”

Maybe if you weren’t in such as haze you’d realize how ridiculous this all was. Or if you weren't s enamored with him. But both of those things blinded you. “I do love you! I know you love me too. I’ll do anything, I’ll learn fast. I promise.” 

You returned to Feitan’s bed handful of more times over the next few weeks. He taught you to be the perfect lover for Chrollo, someone who submits fully and is eager to please. Overtime you found the lessons to be easier, even enjoyable. Well, maybe that was too strong of a word, but they were pleasurable. Feitan wasn’t gentle with you, but the more you learned and complied, the less he hit or was unnecessarily rough. You couldn’t deny that Feitan knew what he was doing.

Your favorite part, however, was how Chrollo treated you after. You lived for the praise he showered you with, how he kissed and held you. You never once doubted that he loved you, despite handing you over to Feitan. Your hard work paid off when Feitan finally told Chrollo you were ready.

You were a mix of nervous excitement as Chrollo led you to his bedroom. The two of you went out to dinner to celebrate and now it was time to show him you could be the perfect girl for him. You knew Feitan taught you well, but you couldn’t help but be a little nervous.

Chrollo’s lips found yours as you settled into the bed. Your lips moved against his with ease. You parted your mouth slightly, allowing your tongues to swirl together.

“Take your clothes off, my love,” Chrollo whispered in your ear.

“Yes sir,” you replied. You slid out go your dress, letting him admire the lingerie he bought for the occasion.

“All off.”

“Yes sir.”

Your cheeks flushed as you removed the final article of clothings covering you. Chrollo’s gaze was definitely softer than Feitan’s, but it still made your stomach flutter with nerves. You kept a brave face, letting him look without covering anything.

Chrollo smiled. “So beautiful,” he crawled on top of you, kissing your breasts. “My beautiful girl.” He sucked at the skin, in a way that would definitely leave a mark. “And all mine.” He continued kissing, sucking, licking up your chest and neck. You slid your hands through his hair, pressing your body into his touch. Chrollo hummed approvingly. “I allowed Feitan to touch you, but you’re mine. Everyone will know it. You want that right, baby? To be mine?”

“Yes!” you practically cried out as he sucked on a sensitive part of your neck. “’M all yours. Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he purred. He kissed you again as his hand traveled down you body. You slid your thighs open, allowing him access to your throbbing cunt. His fingers slid through you, letting your arousal coat them. “Soaked for me already? Didn’t realize you were so desperate for me.”

“Need you so b-oh,” your sentence died off in a moan as he pressed a finger inside you.

“What's that? I didn’t hear you,” Chrollo mused, pumping his fingers in you. He curled his finger against your sensitive spot, which had you mewling. 

“N-need you so bad!” you cried. His thumb made contact with your clit, making your body jolt. Your thighs instinctively wanted to close from the pleasure, but you kept them open, as you knew he wanted.

“Think I wanna taste this pretty pussy. Would you like that, y/n? What my mouth on your cunt?” Chrollo asked, toying with your pussy.

“Yes sir! Want it, want whatever you want,” you replied breathlessly. 

Chrollo smiled, loving your desperation, how it was clear you would let him do anything he wanted. He laid between your legs, licking a stripe up your pussy. “Mmm, so sweet.” He went straight to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. You didn’t stifle your moans at all. Your hands slid through his hair again, running your nails along the scalp. Chrollo let his tongue tease your hole, while his finger took over at your clit. You rolled your hips into him, grinding your pussy against his face just as Feitan told you to. 

Chrollo’s tongue and fingers switched places. He fucked you with his fingers more intensely, giving your pussy a nice stretch.

“P-please, can I cum?” you questioned, trying to desperately to hold on. You did not want to cum before you were allowed. That was a big no.

Chrollo smiled. “Because you asked so nicely.” Your body responded immediately, releasing on his face. Your cried out his name as his tongue flicked your clit through your orgasm. Feitan had made you feel good, but Chrollo made you feel amazing. You knew your love for him made it so much better.

Chrollo sat up, appraising your body. He loved the power of you being naked and him being dressed.  He loved that he could already see bruises forming on your neck. How you already looked fucked out from just his tongue. How you were looking up at him, desperate for more, but waiting for him to tell you what to do. He made a mental note to thank Feitan again.

“Undress me.” 

You complied immediately. “Yes, sir.” Your body was weak from your orgasm, your hands shaking. Chrollo was amused by how your were so desperate for him that you struggled with he buttons on his shirt. You planted kisses down his body as you removed his clothing, another lesson from Feitan. When he was finally naked, you sat back and waited for his instruction.

Chrollo climbed back on top of you and you parted your legs for him dutifully. He teased his type at your hole. “Beg for it.”

“Please Chrollo! Want you so bad,” You begged, “Need you. Only you. Please let me make you feel good!”

Chrollo made a noise of approval. “Such a good girl for me.” He slid his cock into you, making you gasp. He was definitely a little bigger than Feitan, giving you a stretch. He pushed himself in slower than Feitan did, but didn’t give you much time to adjust. He rolled his hips against your yours, his paces quickly increasing. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. His thumb brushed against your lower lip. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip the digit in. You sucked on it, keeping your eyes on his. You could feel Chrollo’s cock throb, egging you on. You began rolling your hips up to meet his, just like Feitan taught you. 

“Fuck, I love you angel,” Chrollo groaned, “Knew you’d be my perfect girl.” He slipped his thumb out of your mouth, but kept his hand wrapped around your throat. You moaned, despite his grip getting tighter around you. That combined with him pounding into your pussy made you teeter close to edge.

“Chrollo I-nngh ‘m close,” you gasped. “Please can I cum?”

Chrollo dipped in to kiss you before responded, “Yes baby. Cum on my cock.” Your head lolled back as your second orgasm flooded your body. His name slipped from your lips in a desperate moan as the pleasure had you seeing stars. Chrollo fucked you through it, your spasming walls eventually pushing him over the edge. He moaned your name - the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard - filling your pussy with his warm release. His final way to fully claim you as his. 

He didn’t pull out even when you both finished, leaning in to kiss you more. “I love you so much, you were so perfect,” he praised between kiss. “And now you’re mine. Forever.” 

#I didn't know how to end it #so slay #hope you enjoyed #bc this was hard to write for some reason #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #chrollo smut #chrollo hcs #chrollo x y/n #feitan smut #feitan x reader #feitan hc #feitan headcanons #hxh x reader #hxh smut #hxh headcanons

[novasdarling]

Is soft Uvo and Feitan possible??

ok good question... see the thing is what is soft? Cause their idea of soft probably is vastly different than yours or the normal population. They're both mass murderers, but that doesn't always mean it passes into their relationships. They can be semi-normal and not scare the shit out of you... mostly *side eyes Feitan*

Tw: Yandere Behaviour, Mentions of Pain/Hurting Reader, Mentions of Kidnapping, Sex, Noncon

Uvo is naturally rough around the edges...well he's just all rough edges tbh. He's loud, too strong for his own good, and is always physical with someone he cares about. BUT that doesn't mean he can't have a limit. That he can't understand you aren't like him or his other "friends". You're different. Different in how you make him feel and how strong you are. If he isn't careful he could kill you so easily. So he holds back. Is more gentle with touches. Even when being rough in bed, he still is holding back. Listening, waiting to hear the safe word in case he's gone too far. Perhaps it's cause he cares so much about you, or perhaps it's cause if he hurts you too much you'll be on bed rest for a while and he can't fuck you. Probably 50%/50%.

Now when it comes to being sweet and soft with emotions and gestures. Well, he's still odd about it. Yeah, he knows people like flowers, but theirs so many to choose from and you just get sad when they die. So instead, he'll help you plant a garden. Build you a raised garden bed. Help carry and pour those heavy bags of soil. He'll even bring you new plants to plant every so often.

When you're out in public, Uvo will always have a hand on you. Though he prefers having it rest on the small of your back(somehow always making it down to your ass without fail) or on the back of your neck when he feels like he needs to guide you in a crowded place. It's possessive and helpful. He likes to remind other's your his when he's forced to be around the general public. Having a cute little thing on his arm helps him put up with being around "lesser" folks. Helps him be so willing to go shopping with you. Especially if he can sneak a peak when you're in the dressing room.

Uvo also enjoys stealing things for you. Cute little gifts from his missions. Stuffed animals, an outfit he's dying to see you, jewels that would cost a fortune. He likes to spoil you, see you in things he picked out, that he gave you. It sets this possessive and demanding fire in him. Makes him giddy like a kid on Christmas. You're his number one treasure, so you should get the finest things he can steal.

He's big on physical affection, touches, kisses, and back rubs. He'll do anything to get his hands on you. Even if the occasion would deem it inappropriate. He doesn't give a damn, everyone can watch as he feels you up for all he cares. They can watch as he fucks you on the picnic blanket in the park if you'd let him. Just let him touch you, he's dying to. He'll whine and beg like a lovesick puppy. It's honestly adorable until he starts practically humping you out in public. Gaining a few wacks from you to stop. He won't until you promise when you get home you're all his for the taking.

Now if Uvo decided traditional dating isn't for him (or you found out his occupation) and he kidnaps you. Most still apply. Besides the obvious of not going out. He's just a bit more pushy, a bit more needy. You're there with him 24/7, unless he's working. In his mind, you should want him. You should entertain him. Should be at his will and mercy. Though he doesn't want you to hate him so he'll go slow. Try to win you with gifts, but his patience is limited. This version of him is less soft and just more greedy and demanding. He's still all over you like before, but now you don't have the excuse of "we're in public" anymore.

Feitan on the other hand....well... he's a loose cannon in the sense that you can't really understand him. Uvo you have no problem of understanding, I mean he's always talking and he can be honest when he wants something. Feitan though, he just stares, just observes. However, let's start off with if you two were in a semi-normal traditional relationship.

He can be kind of normal, in the sense he understands the process and steps of dating. You ask them out, they say yes, you go on dates, you fall in love...etc. He understands that's how it goes. Just not how to actually do it. So, he watches. He observes you before introducing himself. He takes notes. Learning what you're like. What you're personality is about. Once he's confident he moves in.

Soft Feitan is odd... cause he's still terrifying and always glaring. But his eyes soften when they land on you. There's that glint of happiness hiding in there. All held for you.

He listens to you, always letting you talk as much as you want. He prefers it that way, drinking in every little bit of information you give him. Memorizing your likes and dislikes. Taking in how that bitch co-worker of yours keeps crossing the line. An issue he'll take care of soon. He listens, showing he cares.

Like Uvo, Feitan also enjoys getting you little gifts. Stealing things he knows will make you smile. He remembers you said green was your favourite colour, well here's a green sweater. Oh, you said you loved sapphires. Well, how funny. The place he robbed had tons of sapphire jewellery, here you go. Your favourite thing is breakfast for dinner. Luckily he's taking you to a restaurant that does just that. He'll let you drag him anywhere you want, let you spend as much time together as you deemed necessary unless he has to work. He lets you have this image like you're in control. Like you call the shots, but he knows when need be. He'll have to end it and show you the control he's always possessed.

Feitan's softness comes from his ability to observe and listen. That it isn't just about him, but he does want it to be more about you. Even his touches are careful, he doesn't want to move too fast. Doesn't want to scare you off, or make you feel uncomfortable. His true nature is already bad enough. He wants you to want him before he shows you all of him and your love grows to fear.

He knows one day he'll have to take you, have to lock you away and he knows what that'll do to you. What that'll do to your relationship. It sucks, but it's better than you running off when you find out the truth. So he'll keep you locked away. Keep you safe with him. He's more distant after this, and goes back into observing from the shadows while you wander around and try to find an unlocked door or a weakness in his home. He pitties you, pitties the determination you have. He pitties your weakness.

Between the two. Uvo is softer in the realm he will bend to your wishes more easily, especially when you're using sex as a bargaining tool when he has you locked away. You can gain more from him like that. While Feitan is more set on his own plan. His own ideas. That what needs to be done is to be done. No questions asked. No change in plan.

Both lovesick fools, just in different ways. Uvo is more out there. More willing to be out with you. Carrying your bags. Driving you from place to place. Willing to be your date for any event. Taking you shopping every so often (totally not with money he got from selling stolen merch). Hands all over you. While Feitan is more of an awkward silent partner. Following you around, whether you know it or not. Letting you take somewhat of the lead when you two are dating. He's just trying to figure you out, figure out how this all works and he'll do it by watching. By silently doing things for you.

#yandere #yandere hxh #yandere feitan portor #yandere feitan #yandere uvo #yandere uvogin #yandere x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hunter x hunter x reader #yandere hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #yandere feitan x reader #yandere uvogin x reader #yandere uvo x reader #feitan x reader #feitan hxh #hunter x hunter feitan #hxh feitan #feitan #uvo x reader #uvogin x reader #hxh uvogin #hxh uvo #uvo #yandere anime #nova speaks

[dollwrites]

Feitan porter.... with a piss kink (not a request just a thought)

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + probably dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. noncon, dub con, and other triggering content may be present, read with caution ( enjoy your experience <3 )

yes yes yes oh my god, and he thinks you’ll hate it that’s the only reason he even tries in the first place. he’s convinced that he’s punishing you for ‘being a brat’ and when he forces you on to your knees, you just assume you’re going to suck his cock like you always do, and you start to get giddy and he just scoffs and gruffs, “oh, i can’t wait to wipe that smile right off your face.” and by then he’s grabbing your jaw, anchoring his thumb under your tongue, and demanding you open your mouth wide for him. “i have a surprise for you.”you have no choice but to comply, as you do with most of his commands, but you are a little bit disappointed when he tells you to close your eyes. i mean, come on, watching him hold his veiny, pink-tipped cock while he shoved it down your throat was one of your very favorite parts. still, you do so, your tongue hanging out of your mouth and expecting him to facefuck you.

but then he doesn’t.

instead, you feel a warm splash, first against your cheek, and you elicit a soft and confused, “mmf?” and turn your head— your first instinct is to shield your face from it, but his thumb pressing hard on your lower mandible keeps you steady. then, the rain splatters against your tongue, a new but very obvious flavor coating your tastebuds.

feitan was pissing in your mouth.

after a moment, the sporadic splashes ceased, as his aim steadied, and zeroed in on your open mouth. it seemed like, instead of hosing you down in his scent, he simply wanted to watch you swallow it. his relief filled your mouth, overflowed down your chin to soak your top, and you gargled it towards the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back beneath closed lids.

you couldn’t believe you liked the taste of him, the heat of his piss, you couldn’t believe you were driven so crazy by this raw, primal show of possession.

feitan hadn’t expected it either. “open yours eyes,” he huffs, and when you do, your glassy gaze crosses in order to watch his steady stream arc, and waterfall into your open cavern. seeing your near bliss countenance and hearing the gurgling, happy moan that slips from your lips as he holds eye contact, feitan scoffs. “you’re not supposed to like this, brat. i’m punishing you.”

#doll’s dizzy drabblin’ ⟡ #feitan #feitan portor #feitan x reader #feitan x you #feitan smut #feitan portor x reader #feitan portor x you #feitan portor smut #hxh #hxh x you #hxh x reader #hxh smut #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter x reader

[dreams-writings]

Pride - (NSFW)

Top!reader x sub!Feitan (short drabble)

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CW: Voice kink, praise kink, Feitan gets ridden, mild suggestion of breeding kink. Reader is FwB with him, but he trusts her a lot.

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A/N: Wanted to write something that is the polar opposite of the usual Feitan x reader content I see, which is typically dense with dark, heavy noncon and aggressive feral Feitan themes. This is a more wholesome short, with him bottoming, and Feitan allowing himself to be treated by his woman. Fairly vanilla.

Of all the fleeting, forgettable men you'd fucked in your time - his moans undoubtedly sounded the prettiest. Compared to him.. they were entirely unremarkable. Glistening lips parted with his soft pants, giving way to a rare mewl or whimper every now and again.. he certainly made you work for them. You couldn't complain however - it made the reward all the more delightful when you received them. Touching him the right way.. finding the right places, there was some kind of addictive kick to witnessing him unravel and let one slip, before quickly pulling himself together in a frantic mental effort to remain composed. The pleasure you gave him, being good enough to make him betray his pride - and reveal his ecstacy; it was the highest form of praise.

You were enamored by him. Utterly smitten. He was stunning, with the most soft spoken voice; his gorgeous, sweet sighs and pants were practically symphonic to you.

"Feitan~ aren't you just the prettiest boy I've ever had in my bed,"

You praise and coo at him softly as he shudders by the feel of your body rocking rhythmically in tandem with his squirms and bucking hips. To your satisfaction, you watch his porcelain ghost white cheeks darken with a tiny dusting of blush. He was surprisingly subtle, and tame, during these moments with you.. when you took care of him and his needs. A statement that didn't really apply to when he took control, however. Or even how he was in daily life.

Perhaps it was simply a vulnerable circumstance that left him with little ability to keep the detached veil up - and all that was left beneath was a very touch starved man with a shy aversion to the situation .. not understanding why a beautiful girl might want to pleasure him - but he wouldn't question it anyway.

At first he'd been reluctant, seeing the interaction as a moment to be ashamed of. But, upon pitching the idea as an act of dedication to service him, to showcase your worship - you'd watched his expression mold into something less defensive. Yes, this was an occasion in which he was allowed to relax and completely destress at the hands of his doting subject. It was an honor to you, to be given this duty. It wouldn't be shameful to let his woman serve him, because she couldn't get enough of him.. because she wanted to earn his favor.. right?

Well, that's how you had carefully propositioned it to him, after a good few months of having beneficial sex.

After more gentle coaxing and bribing he finally let you wiggle into his lap and straddle right on top of him, watching his dick nestle with ease right between your slicked, fluttering walls. A moment he would easily remember forever. From this view.. he thought to himself that you looked irresistible, filling him with voracious urges.

So by now, you were wrapped in his arms as he realized the appeal of watching you fuck yourself on his cock. He had little to worry about.. it was a moment of mental clarity that was rare for him to enjoy. And he wondered why he hadn't thought of this sooner.

"Feeeei~"

You purr his name affectionately, slowing down for a brief moment to fully obsess over the sensation of his erection rubbing on your insides with every motion, the pit of your cervix tingling with warmth.

He gave a cute little squirm, lip pouting slightly as the good feeling you gave to him became a bit overwhelming. He still wasn't used to all of this.. to being adored and cherished in a way that made him feel all gooey and disgusting on the inside. Yet, disturbingly pleasant.

He couldn't help but whine softly when your lips locked passionately over his neck in a deep kiss, and you watched his ghostly pale skin blossom all over like cherry flowers into the same soft pink flush. First, reddening his ears, and then down past his jawline. His starkly contrasting raven locks tickled your nose, as you nuzzled into him, suckling softly to leave little purple love bites spreading into that paper white flesh you doted upon. He was so soft.. so so perfectly soft.

"Feeling good, love?" You ask him in a purr, seeing his chest begin to rise and fall a little faster with your bounces increasing to an eager pace.

"Mm..mhm.." was all he managed reluctantly, wincing at the higher pitch than what he intended.

"I'm gonna make you cum really hard.. I wanna have it.. please be good for me and give me everything," you plead with him softly in an appeasing tone. His eyes widen and you see him tremble, finally letting loose a more willing moan for you.

"Mmm.... Such a beautiful voice, my love," you tell him earnestly with a sensual glimmer in your eyes.

"Whenever you make those sounds hunny, it really turns me on," you finally admit, leaning forward to hold his hands and lace your fingers together with his slender, cold, dangerous ones - however dainty they may be.

He seems slightly surprised to hear this, shuddering lightly as you switch your angle. He feels your vaginal walls tighten and squeeze to rub more directly straight over his tip with every plunge you take down his length, and he gives a few flustered gasps as he grips onto your hip bones a tad too tight, not being prepared for the orgasm that hit him way faster than anticipated. The sensitive head of his dick was a sweet spot for him, and the sweet drag of friction right up on that slit was making him unravel pretty fast.

"O-ohhh-!" he breathes in anticipation,

You feel his body tense and tighten with ripples and twitches of euphoria, whimpering softly whilst his eyes roll back, toes curling at the tingly sensations he braces himself through. He still seems to struggle sometimes, like his body isn't sure how to handle immense pleasure when it's given to him so freely. But he loves it, satisfied fully with the luxurious treatment you give to him as you allow him to push his seed into you, and fill you with his cum. Mark you.. breed you. He liked it, that you let him use your body like it personally belonged to him. And he was rather territorial by nature.

Feeling the wave begin to calm into a nice buzz of aftermath dopamine, he went limp and laid peacefully, panting lightly to catch his breath whilst you did the same. His hands lower to rest gently on your thighs, perhaps squeezing subconsciously every now and again to feel the plushness squish between his fingers. It was comforting.. it was good.

"Mm. Good now," he mumbled, expressing his mood and also perhaps his gratitude in an indirect way.

"Good girl for me." He patted your thigh in approval, and maybe it could even be taken as an affectionate gesture. He laid back into the pillows again and closed his eyes, huffing lightly as the tiredness seeped into his bones. He had to remember.. next time you asked to ride him - that it was well worth the sacrifice of his pride.

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#feitan porter x reader #feitan portor #feitan #feitan x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #mdni #18+ please #hunter x hunter #hxh #phantom troupe

[dias-writing-corner]

not sure if you’ve shared any before but do you have any Yandere feitan headcanons or thoughts :)? I really like your writing btw <3

⚠️no minors, noncon, he’s an asshole

He’s the worst yandere to get the attention of for sure.

Feitan is a sadomasochiste. He loves to make you cry and if you fight back it turns him on.

He won’t hurt you to the point of broken limbs unless you give him reason to such as trying to run away.

He’s very possessive and wants to keep you away from others eyes.

Due to that he does all that he can to kidnap you and keep you chained in a house/appartement.

He doesn’t even like when the other phantom troupe members see you but sometimes he needs to ask Phinks or Machi to keep an eye on you when Chrollo has him working.

He enjoys rough and borderline noncon sex with you

Dressing you up in blood red or black lingerie tying your wrists with pretty satin like a gift all for him to unwrap

#it’s not super long but I want to get back into writing for fun seeing as I haven’t written for fun I’m ages #mine #dias writing #dias stuff #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere hcs #feitan #feitan hxh #hxh #feitan x reader #yandere feitan #phantom troupe feitan

[deafeningbasementcolor]

Mine at First Sight - Yandere! Feitan x Reader

Warnings: Yandere Feitan x Reader, F! Reader, Virginity, Forced Infantilism, Daddy Kink, Kidnapping, mention of collaring reader, mention of noncon/dubcom

Please respect my wishes and do not engage in my work unless you are over the age of eighteen.

Look at you, poor little darling girl. Do you even know what you're getting into? He smiles at the sight of you from across the dining table, your flushed cheeks and shy expression as he grabs your hand when you wave it around for emphasis as you tell him some story. Precious. Absolutely adorable.

He wasn't a fan of dating apps. He also wasn't lonely, and before this had not had a single care about not having a warm body in his bed at night. He hadn't even been the one to message you. That had been Phinks, the other spider snorting at some message you sent him. Feitan had glanced over, accidentally seeing the message you sent in reply to a request for nudes. Oh, how innocently you gave up the information of your inexperience. Phinks wasn't the kind to be interested in slowly guiding virgins who wouldn't even send saucy pics. Feitan normally wasn't either.

He wasn't sure why you enticed him. If he needed a fuck, it was easy enough to procure one in a warm cunt of some whore trying to trade sex for her life. He had to admit he was grateful to Phinks got to ghosting you the second Feitan told him to. The other spider did have a few good laughs over Feitan being in love, but it was worth dealing with in order to not have the headache of fighting another troupe member for your hand.

"I'm done." He announced, halfway through the meal. You stop your giggly tale, face filled with humiliation.

"Oh, um, okay. No problem." He smiles again at your response. Such a delicate thing. He isn't used to finding someone so charming, especially someone so pathetic.

"Get up." He commands, and you look so confused. He doesn't give you time to argue, not wanting to have you recieve a punishment so soon. He instead walks to your side of the table and yanks you up, ignoring your startled gasp. He sat your date next to an exit on purpose, pulling you out the door before any attention is drawn to you.

"Good girl, not screaming," he praises, ignoring the whimper of fear that leaves you. "I hate this dress." You looked pretty, but he had already decided he would be in charge of everything now, including what you wore. And this whorish red dress? It was much too slutty for his princess. He produces a knife, gagging you by shoving fingers down your throat when you open your mouth to protest. You drool around them, as he slices off your dress. The cold air would make you tremble, if you weren't already squirming in fear. He can't resist fucking his fingers further down your throat, as he hauls you to the car.

Shalnark chuckles from the front seat. "Sick man," He calls Feitan with an amused and chipper tone. Feitan sits in the back with you, beginning to dress you in your new outfit as Shalnark begins to speed down the street. He forces you into a top announcing you were, 'Daddy's Princess,' and a soft pair of cotton shorts. You don't notice the words on the shirt yet as you whimper from his manhandling, drool drenching your chin when he finally yanks his fingers from your mouth. He watches in amusement when you realize, your eyes widening in terror.

"Why are you upset?" He asks, as if he doesn't know. He doesn't give you time to answer. "That's what you are now." He licks your drool from his fingers, moaning at the taste of your saliva. You're addicting. If he didn't think he would get grief for it from Shalnark, he would fuck you right now. "Speed up." He tells Shalnark.

"Calm down, she isn't going to disappear!" Shalnark laughs, but obliges him. Feitan holds you close, ignoring the look of horror on your face. When they reach the hideout, he plans on taking your virginity. He's got a pretty pink collar, just for you, and some toys sweet little girls like you like. Feitan knows training you to happily play dolls will take time, but he can't wait.

He can get a warm cunt anywhere, after all. He can cause pain whenever he want to. But his beautiful girl, with those big innocent eyes sparking up at her Daddy? His princess, whining about five more minutes to play with her toys until he shuts her up with his cock? That's something special, just between the two of you. He couldn't wait.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere feitan #yandere feitan x reader #yandere phantom troupe #Yandere feitan portor

[tinfairies]

I was intrigued by your gross Feitan head anons and was wondering if you could share some NSFW Feitan headcanons, specifically more darker and disturbing dead dove ones? 👀

Dark NSFW Feitan Portor Headcanons

CW: Rape, piss, blood, choking, sexual torture, physical torture

This little guy is fucked up. He could probably get 3 life sentences in prison just from his sexual deviancy alone.

Doesn't act on a lot of these desires. Not unless someone really catches his eye.

Most of his interrogation victims are subject to his depraved kinks anyway, so he doesn't have much of a need to go out and find someone to "play" with.

His cock is small, and as I've said before his hygiene is questionable at best.

Fei loves to force his cock into his victims mouths and fuck it roughly. His size isn't what makes them gag, it's the smell and taste.

He knows this, but likes to think he's at least big enough to cause them to choke.

Feitan's cum is disgusting. It's sour and thick. His diet sucks and his jizz (as well as his overall health) suffers from it.

He's a sadistic little shit and will piss into his victims mouths, holding their head down and forcing them to drink it. Somehow his piss tastes worse than his jizz and it just makes his victims gag more.

He loves to wrap his belt around their throats and strangle them while he desperately rapes their ass with his pathetic cock.

Fei cuts into their skin and let's the blood drip onto his cock to use as makeshift lube

Will fuck his victims stab wounds as well, especially if he stabs them in the stomach.

#smut #headcanons #hxh smut #hxh #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter #feitan #feitan portor #Dead Dove #tw noncon

[rotten-pomegranate]

Trouble trio with reader that has wings

Writing request are opened

Woop more writing 💪🏻

Phinks is the only healthy relationship here, shalnark is a bit of a yandere and Feitan just is one

Warnings: mentions of torture, smut, mentions of mind control, reader gets pinned down, Noncon/dubcon kinda? Shalnark puts his needle in reader

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Phinks

Loves everything about them, the way they look, the way they feel, they way they rube against him when he’s fucking you or when your just sitting next to him and the brush up against him slightly

He especially love when you wake up after him come down stairs and do a big stretch, they way he gets to watch them spread out and go back in

When your riding him and you have your hands on his chest and he randomly feels them against brush against his legs it’s an instant orgasm for him

If you get cold or scared and your feathers puff up a bit he just looks at you in aww because of how cute you are, it also makes you a target because he’ll always be trying to scare you

Shalnark

Shalnark definitely sticks you with you with one of his needles so he can watch you fly around and he also uses his needles for more devious activities when your not in the mood but he is

He helps you preen whenever you need it, he gets all those tricky feathers in the back of your wings that you can’t quite reach

If you ever try and leave him he would probably clip your wings to prove a point that you’ll never be able to leave him

Feitan (this one is longer because I like Feitan the most (:< )

Hes a sadist through and through so he definitely ties you down and plucks feathers out just so he can watch you jump and screen every time

He clips your wings as soon as he has you in his grasp, and if he has mercy and doesn’t your never aloud outside and they get no exercise whatsoever

If you need help preening he’s gonna pin you down and yank the old feathers out really aggressively

He loves tying your wings to the wall so he can do whatever he wants to you and you cant do anything

If he’s fucking you and you move to much he’s gonna pin them to the bed really roughly

As a punishment if you do anything he doesn’t like he’ll make you eat bird seed

If you ever try and leave him he’ll break both your wings to send a message, but let’s be honest you would be to scared

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[shiftingparadise]

Feitan x Reader: Soft spot 

Okay guys, hear me out 😫. I found this Hunter x Hunter fic I wrote a while back (because I'm obsessed with Feitan as he reminds me a bit of Levi 🥲 don't know why), and I felt too ashamed to upload it, BUT I'm going to get out of my comfort zone and upload it anyway. I'm currently writing your requests, but I thought it would be nice to upload this anyway.

I mean, it's a ✨ spicy ✨ story, angsty at the beginning and noncon touching at first, but it has a happy ending 🤍✨

Word count: 5783

‘Why do you always follow his orders like a little puppy?’, you sighed, arm covering your eyes.

You were lying in the garden, a soft blanket underneath you, as to separate you from the soft grass underneath you. Eyes fixated on the clouds that floated by. You’d spent the whole morning looking at the white, fluffy clouds that kept floating by, letting your imagination run loose. 

‘Ugh’, you looked at Feitan with one pitted eye, trying to catch a glimpse of your ‘bodyguard’ – as Chrollo called him. ‘Well, this is nice’, you chuckled, covering your eyes again, ‘Of course, that asshole leaves me with you’. 

Feitan was sitting on one of the luxurious lounge chairs behind you, staring into nothing with an emotionless expression. 

‘Talk about him like that one more time, and I’ll lock you up in the basement’. ‘You really are a dog’, you whispered, slowly sitting up straight, ‘Protecting your owner like the good, little pup you are’. 

You knew you shouldn’t have said that, you knew what the consequences could be. Feitan had shown you multiple times already that he didn’t tolerate disobedience, and what could happen if you decided to do so. 

‘What?’, you looked up at Feitan who was suddenly towering over you, cold eyes meeting yours. ‘I know you can’t hurt me anymore, heard that creep talk to you before he left again. Seems like burning my thighs wasn’t such a good idea, little Feitan’. 

You tried not to sound intimidated, but your heart was racing with fear at the memory. You could still remember the look in his eyes, the pleasure when he heard you scream out in pain once the hot metal melted away the thin layer of skin. 

‘Fine’, he replied coldly while grabbing a phone from his pocket, ‘I’ll call him, tell him what a brat you’re being. I’m sure he’ll treat you nice once he’s ba-‘, ‘N-no!’, you placed a hand around Feitan’s ankle, ‘Please, don’t call him’. 

Feitan lowered the phone again, his cold eyes never leaving your pleading ones. 

‘Be grateful I let you outside, Y/N. I’ve been very reasonable with you today because I thought that by now you would’ve learned your lesson’, he kicked your hand nonchalantly away before turning his back towards you, ‘Let’s go, the sun’s been annoying me for the last hour’. ‘C-can we please stay outside for a little longer?’, your voice was shaking, ‘I-I’ve been inside for months now, I’ve missed –‘. 

You quickly stopped talking once you could see Feitan turning his head over his shoulder. He didn’t have to say anything, didn’t have to threaten you. His gaze said it all, fingers softly tapping his pocket. Maybe he couldn’t hurt you anymore, but he knew what Chrollo would do to you. He heard your cries for help, the fear in your voice. He heard how you’d begged Chrollo to stop, telling him you’d rather be dead than live through another night with him.  

‘Hm, coming’, you lowered your eyes before picking up the blanket you were laying on. 

---

‘Feitan?’, you softly asked while playing with your food, ‘What?’. 

You could hear he was annoyed with how much you talked to him, and it’s not that you liked talking to him, but he was the only one you could talk to. You’d only met the other members very swiftly. Chrollo didn’t appreciate their prying eyes, nor the way they let their eyes linger a little too long over your body. Feitan was the only one that watched over you in Chrollo’s mansion when he was gone. Apparently, Feitan was the only one he could trust with you. 

‘C-could we maybe-‘, you closed your eyes, heart beating out of your chest, ‘Talk’, Feitan ordered you, ‘Don’t have the patience for this’. ‘Would you like to take a walk through the garden before locking me up in my room?’. 

You’d tried to be defiant before, to run… But a couple of nights in a basement with Feitan had knocked that right out of you. Feitan was a cruel man. It often felt like he got off on your screams and tears. Even now that he physically couldn’t hurt you anymore, he did so mentally. Every so often tapping his thigh, letting you know he could call Chrollo and tell him how you misbehaved, knowing that his boss would punish you in ways Feitan only could dream of. 

‘No’, his answer was short and clear, leaving no room for doubt. ‘P-please, I’ll do anything. I can’t take it anymore… Being locked up inside these walls’.

Tears started streaming down your cheeks, while a soft whimper escaped from your mouth now and then. You were so scared, so lonely. Memories of your old life already started to fade. 

God, Feitan loved seeing you like this. If you were his, he would have you crying every second of the day. You looked so pretty with your red-stained eyes, tears rolling over the sides of your lips… Feitan needed to use every ounce of self-control not to taste your tears with his tongue. He could only imagine how sweet your lips must taste mixed with the salt of your tears. If he ever lost self-control and let the tip of his tongue graze your soft cheek, he knew he’d be hooked immediately. 

His boss had exquisite taste, that much was clear. You were beautiful, mesmerizing even. Before Chrollo (and partially Feitan), had his way with you, you were smart, calculated. But Chrollo needed you to be obedient, so he made sure you got your punishment when needed, reminding you of your place; below him, under his command. 

‘H-how can you smile, Feitan? How can you smile at my pain’, you looked at the man across the table, eyes filled with disgust. ‘How would you like to be robbed away from your life? Your family, friends? How would you like to be locked up inside a fucking prison for the rest of your life?’. 

It was quiet for a moment. You could see Feitan was enjoying seeing you like this. You wanted to hurt him, to make him feel like you did. 

‘Family? Friends?’, the dark-haired man repeated your words, eyes never leaving yours. ‘Sorry, I forgot you’re a monster’, you chuckled, throwing your plate on the ground, ‘You know what? I pity you. You’ll never know what it’s like to be loved or cared for’. 

Feitan followed your every move, but he didn’t reply. He enjoyed seeing you like this, all worked up in that short, black satin nightgown Chrollo forced you to wear. 

‘Fuck you, Feitan’, every lack of response driving you further away from your sanity. You waited for his fingers to tap on his thigh again, but he just stared at you, looking at you as if you were the crazy one. ‘Say something!’, you cried out, picking up your glass of wine before throwing it at him. 

‘Come now, darling, you know you need to behave’. 

You widened your eyes when you could feel his hand around your wrist. His frail appearance made you forget how fast and strong he was. ‘Y-you can’t hurt me, so let go’, your eyes were locked on the broken plate you’d thrown onto the ground. ‘Clean up the mess you’ve made. Now’, Feitan whispered in your ear, nails digging in your skin. ‘N-no’, you pressed your lips together, ‘I’m done being a slave’, you pulled away from his grip, forcing yourself to look at him. 

*Tap, tap* 

You could feel his nose brushing against your cheek when you heard the soft taps on his pants, ‘Don’t make me call him. I know you would rather be tortured by me than spend a night with him’. ‘I-I’ll call him myself, I don’t care anymore!’, you held out your hand, taking a step back. ‘If you don’t call him, I’ll break your leg, and don’t worry darling. I’ll just tell him you tried to escape and tripped over something’. 

You swallowed, heart beating faster at his threat. 

‘Give me the phone’, you said firmly, trying to sound unbothered. 

Feitan grabbed your other wrist before harshly smacking the phone in your tiny hand. 

‘I’ve already dialed his number’, he smirked at you, seeing right through your act. 

‘Yes?’. You could feel your body freeze when you heard your kidnapper’s voice on the other side, ‘Feitan?’. 

‘I-It’s me’, you softly replied, the reality of the situation now washing over you. 

Why were you like this? Why did you need to get yourself into trouble like this? You’d gain some privileges, like a bed, a blanket, some books… Why did you need to do this to yourself? 

‘Y/N?’. 

You thought he would be surprised, but his voice sounded steady as ever. 

‘Y-yes’, you looked into Feitan’s eyes, who were sparkling with joy. ‘Why are you calling me? Where’s Feitan?’, Chrollo began to sound impatient. You had to come up with something, you couldn’t handle another punishment. ‘Ch-chrollo’, you sobbed through the phone, looking at Feitan who, for the first time, seemed confused. ‘Why are you crying?’, ‘H-he… Feitan-‘, ‘I’m getting impatient, what happened Y/N?’. 

You smirked at the dark-haired man in front of you, knowing you would try to get him into trouble. 

‘He touched me in places I didn’t want to, Chrollo. He forced himself onto me a-and when I told him I’m yours he said that he didn’t care’. 

The only thing you could hear over the phone was a sigh, as if you were wasting his time. 

‘Hand over the phone, now’, a hint of anger could be detected in Chrollo’s voice. You quickly held out the phone so Feitan could take over. 

‘Of course, boss’, ‘Yes’, ‘That’s right’, ‘Okay, I’ll take care of it’. 

You frowned at Feitan’s responses, didn’t Chrollo believe you? He was always so protective, and now when you told him that his second man – 

‘You really thought he was going to fall for that?’, Feitan looked at the ceiling, ‘You’re so pathetic. Honestly, it isn’t even funny anymore’. 

Feitan roughly grabbed your arm, pulling you behind him, moving towards your room while ignoring your cries for him to stop. 

‘You brought this on yourself’, he smirked while throwing you on your bed, locking the door behind him. ‘You want to know what he told me?’, Feitan stood over your trembling body, enjoying the view. ‘What?’, you snapped back, tears streaming down your cheek. ‘Do with her whatever you want, use her if you want to, just make sure she doesn’t disrespect me like that again’. ‘D-disrespect?’, you whispered while shuffling away from the edge. ‘Boss said you must think he’s stupid if you thought he was going to fall for that’, Feitan grabbed your ankle, pulling you closer to the edge again. ‘D-don’t touch me’, you said softly, looking at the white sheets underneath you. 

‘Take off your nightgown’. 

Your eyes immediately shot at the man standing before you, hands shaking. 

‘W-what?’, you barely managed to get out as fear took over your lungs, leaving no room for air. ‘Take off your nightgown’, Feitan replied coldly while grabbing your wrist, pulling you closer to him. ‘N-no’, you tried to pull away, but your frail body was no match against his strength. ‘I’ll be gentle if you cooperate’, he let his eyes wander over your body. 

Feitan dreamt about this moment. Often daydreaming about your soft skin under his rough digits, how your hair would stick to the side of your head, eyes closed underneath him, soft whimpers leaving your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks... 

‘No’, you started kicking and screaming, giving Feitan even more pleasure. ‘Last chance’, he replied while crawling on the bed, easily pinning you down underneath him.

You closed your eyes, head turned to the side. Should you cooperate? Hoping he kept his word? You didn’t want this, but for some reason, you could feel a small and short-lived flutter in your stomach. Something you’d never experienced underneath Chrollo. 

‘O-okay’, you said softly while tensing your entire body, nails digging in the palms of your hands above your head. ‘Good’, Feitan let go of your wrists, pulling away from your body. 

You could see him standing in front of the edge again, pulling his shirt over his head. You couldn’t help but stare. His body was toned, not as muscular as Chrollo, but you liked Feitan’s body more. It was completely covered in bruises and scars, but for some reason, it suited him. 

You closed your eyes, hating yourself for thinking he looked good. ‘If you don’t remove your clothing now, our deal’s off’, he said threateningly. 

You tried to stop your hands from shaking, but it was impossible. Tears started rolling down your cheeks at the thought of him seeing you so vulnerable, but you didn’t have a choice. Maybe he wouldn’t carve the edge of a knife in your skin if you cooperated, maybe he wouldn’t hurt you at all. 

‘P-please be gentle’, you whispered while shyly pulling off your nightgown, arm covering your breasts. 

Feitan couldn’t help but let out a soft hum when he could see your body. You looked perfect to him, more than perfect even. Yes, his boss surely had good taste. He adored the way your head was turned towards the side, looking at the sheets in shame, cheeks blushing; the way you had your legs firmly pressed together, your hand lingering over your left breast while your arm covered up the other. 

‘Fuck’, Feitan groaned while he slowly crawled onto the bed. You whimpered in fear when you could feel his digits running over the crook of your neck before he gently placed your hair on your other shoulder. 

Chrollo was never like this. He never took the time to let his fingers wander over your soft skin. 

‘If he didn’t take you with him that day, I would’ve’, he whispered in your ear. 

He let his lips hover over your neck before moving to your bare shoulder, softly placing a kiss on it.

‘You like that?’, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes, his hand resting on your shoulder, ‘You like me being gentle with you for once?’. 

You tried to control your breathing, to stop any sound that wanted to escape from your lips, but it had been so long since you’ve felt a touch as gentle as his. 

‘I know he takes you for granted’, Feitan continued, his fingers now softly tracing over your back, ‘Know he doesn’t take care of you’. 

Your mind started to race. What if this was some sick test of Chrollo? To see if you were loyal to him? You could only imagine what he would do to you when you failed.

‘C-chrollo’s the only one I want’, you lied, eyes still closed, ‘He takes care of me’. 

You could feel Feitan pulling away from your skin, hand grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look into his cold eyes. 

‘Is that why I can hear you cry, begging him to stop every time?’. Feitan smiled when he could see the confused look on your face, ‘There are always people guarding his bedroom door Y/N, thought you knew that by now. He wants us to hear you, so that everyone knows you’re his. Even the boss can see how those sick fucks look at you, how I look at you’. ‘I-isn’t this a test?’, you whimpered, looking into his grey eyes. ‘A test?’, Feitan sighed at your stupid remark, ‘No, he really told me I could do with you what I want, so that’s what I’m going to do’. 

His hand grabbed the arm that was covering your breasts, breaking it free from its place. 

‘Please stop’, you quickly placed your other arm in the same spot, ‘Please, I don’t want this. I’m sorry I tried to-‘. 

Your words were cut short when Feitan placed his hand on your mouth, softly squishing your cheeks together. 

‘We had a deal’, he roughly removed your arm again, ‘I know I’ve hurt you before, but I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to’. 

His free hand gently cupped your breast, low grunts escaping from his mouth. You couldn’t help but feel tense, hands tugging at the sheets underneath you. 

‘I’m going to remove my hand, okay?’, Feitan coldly looked into your eyes. He loved the feeling of your tears on his hand, but he wanted to hear your sweet voice when he touched you. 

‘Just relax’, he let his lips brush over yours before he crashed them against your cherry red ones. ‘God, I’m addicted to you already. You taste so sweet, and the salt of your tears is just the cherry on top’.

You wished you didn’t melt into his touch, that you didn’t let soft moans escape from your mouth when his fingers played with your hard nipples. He was definitely different from Chrollo. Chrollo only used you, but Feitain seemed to be interested in your pleasure too. 

‘See?’, he broke the kiss, ‘I told you that you were going to enjoy this, no need to hide it. Let me hear your sweet voice’. You jolted when he pushed you down, back pressed against the sheets. ‘Happy Chrollo’s away so much’, he mumbled against your breast, softly biting the soft skin, ‘I’m going to take you whenever I feel like it’. 

‘A-ah’. 

You quickly placed both of your hands on your mouth when you realized a loud moan escaped from your mouth. ‘I’m a sick person’, your mind started racing, ‘How can I enjoy this. He’s forcing himself on me, a murderer, a person who loves to torture people’. 

‘Hm?’, Feitan smirked at your reaction, his eyes looking up into yours, ‘You like when I claim you for myself? When I tell you that I’m going to use you whenever the boss’s gone?’. ‘N-no!’, you pushed against his shoulders, trying to get away from him. ‘Don’t’, his cold voice washed over you like a cold shower, ‘Do something like that again, and our deal’s off’. 

For a couple of minutes, you could feel his hands groping your body, unfamiliar lips kissing you in places even Chrollo never had. 

‘N-no!’, you couldn’t help but close your legs when you could feel his digits running across the fabric of your slip. ‘No? Are you sure?’, he forced your legs back open with his knee, his nose now brushing against your ear, ‘Because it feels like you’ve already made quite the mess’. 

‘Shit’, you pressed your lips together, hands nervously tucking at the sheets. You could feel how wet you were when the night's cold air brushed over your panties. You felt disgusted with yourself that you enjoyed his touch. 

‘Tell me’, his voice sounded steady, ‘Are you always this wet for my boss? Because I can understand that he doesn’t listen to your cries when your body gives you away like this’. 

He swiftly pulled the fabric aside, letting one finger slip inside your entrance. 

‘Hmpf’, you arched your back when you could feel his finger slowly pumping in and out of you. ‘Answer me’, he stopped his movement before he grabbed your jaw with his free hand, ‘Are you this wet for my boss?’. ‘N-no’, another tear streamed down your cheek, ‘N-never made a mess like this’. ‘Thought so’, he whispered before kissing you again. 

You could feel a metallic taste in your mouth after he pulled away again. You knew he bit so hard on your bottom lip on purpose, but you didn’t mind, this was him being as gentle as he could be. 

‘Can’t wait anymore’. His voice sounded lower, more rough than usual, ‘Turn over’. 

He placed his hands underneath your back, effortlessly flipping you over. 

Feitan swiftly got rid of your soaked panties before you could hear him undo his buckle. ‘Relax, okay?’, he hovered over you, placing soft kisses on the scars on your back, the scars he caused. 

He could look at them for hours. It felt to him as if you were a canvas and he the artist. Every scar was carefully placed there on purpose as he took the revealing nightgown you wore every night into consideration. He wanted to make sure he could see them as often as possible. 

‘N-no’, you pressed your eyelids together, ‘Not like this’. ‘Darling I think you’re getting the wrong idea he-‘, ‘I don’t care!’, you interrupted him, ‘You’re just like Chrollo. I’m tired of being treated like a puppet’, you cried out, body shaking uncontrollably with every sob. ‘I’ve been kidnapped, tortured, and abused. Is it really too much to ask to look at the person who’s using my body for their own pleasure? Or are you another coward, like Chrollo? Afraid you’ll feel sick when you can see the fear and pain in my eyes when you're using me?’. 

For the first time in his life, Feitan felt a certain degree of sadness when he heard your broken voice. 

‘Chrollo never looks at me, always turning me around, pushing my face into the mattress. W

Always whispering in my ear how this is my fault, that he wouldn’t have to turn me around if I’d give into him’, you placed both of your hands against your eyelids in embarrassment. 

Feitan didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Instead, he slowly moved away from your naked body. 

‘You want to know what he tells me when he’s done?’, you pushed yourself away from the sheets, looking over your shoulders. 

You noticed how Feitan couldn’t look into your eyes. 

‘Sorry for hurting you Y/N. I’m so sorry for doing this to you, please forgive me’, tears kept rolling down your cheeks as you repeated the words Chrollo said to you. ‘So, forgive me if I, for once, want to look at the person who's using my body’. 

Feitan didn’t respond. He tried to get used to the new feeling you’d introduced him to, the feeling of guilt. 

He got out of bed, putting his clothes back on. You were right, how could he ever do this to you, how could he place his own desires above yours? This wasn’t the same as torture, he didn’t enjoy this. 

‘Don’t leave’, you whimpered when you could see he made way to the door, ‘I’m sorry’. ‘Sorry?’, Feitan frowned, confused by your actions. ‘I forgot my place. I shouldn’t have said those things’. 

You slowly started to realize what the alternative could be. What if Feitan decided to drag you into the basement with him again? You couldn’t handle the pain, not now. You’d rather give your body to him.

‘Okay’, he replied coldly before placing his hand on the doorknob, trying to ignore the ache in his chest. ‘W-wait!’, you quickly stood up from your bed, sheets wrapped around your naked body. ‘What?’, his voice sounded as disinterested as ever.

You tried to understand what was wrong with you. For some reason, you really didn’t want him to leave, already missing his gentle touch. 

‘Don’t waste my time’, he sighed when you didn’t respond, turning his back towards you. 

‘Wait, please’, you said softly, hand gently grabbing his. 

Feitan froze at your unexpected touch. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone grabbed his hand like that, the last time he felt the warm touch only a woman can give. 

‘Don’t go’, you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, ‘Close the door and pretend I’m yours for one night. That’s what you wanted, right?’. 

You’d stopped fighting your desires. Just for one night, you could be selfish, you could allow yourself to feel good. After all the torture, the abuse, … You’d earned the right to feel good, even if it was at the hands of a criminal.  

‘You made it clear you didn’t want me to Y/N’. Feitan wanted to remove his hand from yours, to break free from the spell you’d put him under, but your touch felt so good, so kind. Even after everything he’d put you through, there was not a hint of hate in your energy towards him right now. ‘Didn’t want you to use me’, you pulled away from his shoulders, begging eyes meeting his cold ones, ‘Don’t want you to use me like Chrollo does’. 

Feitan frowned at your words. He tried to make sense of everything that was happening, but it felt impossible to figure out what you wanted. Were you just offering yourself to him because you were afraid of what the consequences might be, or did you truly want this as much as he did?

‘C-can I touch you?’, you asked timidly, eyes fixed on the ground. ‘Yes’, Feitan responded almost immediately, desperate for your touch. 

‘H-huh’, Feitan widened his eyes when he could feel your soft hand cupping his cheek, thumb gently stroking over his ivory white skin. ‘Y-you don’t like this? I can do whatever you like, just tell me and-‘, ‘Feels nice’. 

Feitan didn’t want to sound desperate, but if you’d stopped now, he would feel lost, lonely even. 

An insecure smile appeared on your face. Feitan was normally never so cooperative, let alone so vulnerable. Because this was him being vulnerable, he submitted himself to your touch, even telling you it made him feel good. 

You slowly took your hand from his cheek while taking a step back, letting the sheets you’d wrapped around your body drop onto the ground, ‘P-please make me feel good’. 

Feitan widened his eyes, breath shaking with desire when you displayed your naked body like that. The thought of you asking him to make you feel good, knowing you’d never asked Chrollo anything like  that made his brain clouded with pleasure. 

‘I was planning to before you decided to open that mouth of yours’, he walked towards you, not realizing how harsh he sounded. ‘S-sorry, don’t hurt me’, you whimpered in fear, eyes closed while you flinched. ‘Sorry’, a warm hand grabbed yours, ‘I know I’m … me’, he rolled his eyes at how soft he was, ‘But I can be gently and sweet if I want to be’. 

Your eyes flew open in shock when you could feel his soft lips against your cheek while he intertwined both of his hands in yours. 

‘Can you sit down on your bed for me?’. For the first time, he asked you something instead of ordering you around. You slowly nodded your head while doing so. 

‘Are you cold?’, he asked while taking off his shirt, ‘N-no’, you shook your head, legs rubbing against each other, looking at Feitan who was standing before you. ‘Did you ever have someone before Chrollo?’, Feitan placed a hand in his pocket, trying to look uninterested. ‘No’, you lowered your eyes at the memory of your first time. You always thought it would be something you wanted to remember, but you would give everything to forget Chrollo’s touch. 

For some reason, Feitan felt sorry for you. If you were his, if he took you with him that day, he would’ve asked you and made sure you would’ve felt good. You probably wouldn’t want him to, but at least he would’ve been gentle. 

Feitan softly placed his hand around your neck, letting his nose brush against yours before kissing you, gentle this time. ‘Let me make up for it’, he whispered in between kisses, letting his hand rest on your knees before softly pushing your legs open. You tried to close them; it was a reflex you couldn’t control. ‘I won’t hurt you’, Feitan got down on his knees, wanting nothing more than to see your most private part. 

Soft moans escaped from your mouth while you were biting down on the tip of your thumb. Feitan was kissing softly on the bundle of nerves between your legs. You’ve never felt anything like it, the hot sensation in between your thighs, the vibrations of his moans against your most sensitive spot… 

‘You can let go’, he whispered while letting his finger slide in your entrance, ‘I know you want to; I can feel you clenching around my finger’. ‘Hm’, you pressed your eyelids together, feeling the heat rise to your stomach. 

He couldn’t keep his eyes away from your pretty face. You looked so cute with your cheeks red, a drop of sweat softly sliding down your temple, the shy moans escaping from your lips. Feitan loved every second of it. 

‘I know you can do it’, he whispered against your slit, ‘You’ve been such a good girl already’. 

His praises were all you needed to find your relief. Legs trying to press against each other, your whole body shaking, … It was something you’d never experienced before, but it only made you want more. You wanted Feitan. Even though it was sick to want someone like him, someone who enjoys torturing people. 

‘First time?’, he smirked before softly pushing you against the mattress. He was quick to crawl on top of you, afraid your high was over. ‘Hm’, you blushed, avoiding eye contact. ‘You okay?’, his voice sounded concerned, making you wonder if he really was Feitain. The Feitan you knew would never be concerned about someone. ‘Y-yes’, you smiled, softly placing your hands on the back of his neck, ‘Can I kiss you again?’. ‘Stupid question’, he murmured before letting his hand rest on your collarbone, ‘You can do whatever you want’. 

You’d spent some time letting your hands explore Feitan’s toned body while you melted under his soft lips. He tasted so sweet, as if he’d eaten a dozen strawberries.

‘You’re really pretty’, his voice crashed into your thoughts, bringing you back into reality. ‘I always thought so, especially when you cry’. You widened your eyes at him, trying to grasp what he’d just told you. It was sick that he liked it when you cried, but you never thought he would say something so intimately. ‘Sorry’, the dark-haired man chuckled above you, ‘I know it’s twisted to find you pretty when you’re sad’. ‘Y-you’re pretty too’, you pulled him closer, letting your body grind against his leg that he’d placed between yours. 

‘You want this?’, his breathing sounded heavy, impatient. ‘More than anything’, your hand found its way to his pants, motioning for him to take them off. 

That was all he needed to hear. Feitan didn’t have the patience to take them completely off, so he just pulled it a bit lower, his underwear along with it. 

‘Hmpf’, you jolted when you could feel his member against your entrance, his tip softly pushing against it. 

Feitan gently placed his hand underneath your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

‘Feitan’, your eyes sparkled when you could see a smile on his face. His eyes never looked so kind before. ‘Don’t want to hurt you, but you’re going to feel me stretching you out a bit. Tell me if it’s too much, okay?’. 

Your eyes slammed shut when you could feel him pressing into you, body tensing up. He was big, bigger than Chrollo, but it didn’t hurt as much. Feitan made sure you were ready for him. 

‘Fuck, you’re tight’, a low grunt escaped from his lips while he tried to see if you were doing okay, ‘You can take me, right? You can be a good girl for me, huh?’. He placed a swift kiss on the soft skin of your neck, trying his best to hold back. 

‘Y-you can move’, a whisper was all you could manage, overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave you once you got used to his size. 

After that, Feitan lost it. He was love drunk, no one ever made him feel like you. 

‘F-feitan’, you moaned out his name, nails digging into his shoulders, ‘F-faster please’. ‘Who feels better?’, his lips brushed against your earlobe, ‘You’re going to think of me when he takes you again? Wishing it was me who was inside you?’. ‘Hm’, a short answer was all you could pull off. There was no way you could form a whole sentence anymore. ‘Want me to claim you every time he’s gone? Want to make this our little secret?’. ‘Please, can’t live without this anymore’. 

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, while the knot inside your stomach started to come undone again. 

‘Going to fill you up, okay? Want to- fuck’, he grunted out, trying to catch his breath, ‘Want to be sure the boss fucks you with my come inside you. Want me to take you before he comes home? Maybe he’ll notice my come dripping out of you, you’d like that?’. 

His dirty words send you over the edge. Legs shaking underneath him, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as possible against your body. 

‘G-good girl’, he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, ‘Now be good one last time and make sure you take everything, okay?’, ‘Promise’, you kissed him while you could feel him painting your velvety walls white. 

Feitan quickly stood up, pulling his pants back up. 

‘W-wait’, your voice was shaking, quickly covering your naked body underneath the sheets, ‘Can you stay a bit longer, please’. ‘Wasn’t going anywhere’, he brushed through his hair. ‘Just wanted to get a towel to clean you up’. 

Feitan headed to the bathroom, bringing back a hot towel to wipe you clean. 

‘Boss won’t be back for a couple of days’, he sat next to you on your bed, voice sounding insecure, ‘Want me to-‘. 

Feitan paused. He could feel his heart melting when he looked at you. He didn’t want this, the warm feeling you gave him, but it felt like he couldn’t live without it anymore. He’d gone soft for you. 

‘You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to’, you turned your back towards him, crawling into a little ball. ‘I would hold you like this every night if I could, Y/N’. 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. 

‘Don’t know how I’m going to control myself when he’s back, can’t stand to hear you scream like that anymore’. 

He knew it was wrong for him to be so honest, knowing you could take advantage of him. Because if you’d ask, he’d run away with you, not caring that he would live his entire life in hiding. If he had you, as long as he could smell your scent, it would be more than enough for him.

‘Can you hold me more often when he’s away’, you whispered, a lump formed in your throat when thinking about Chrollo. ‘I’ll be here every night when he’s gone, I promise Y/N’. 

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[loverofgon]

Bₐcₖ ᵢₙ ₘy ₕₓₕ ₐᵣc

Welcome to my world of love! You may call me Mother, as I have no other name that comes to mind! My siblings all call me mother, as well as my few friends so why not just have it as my second name!

If you are to refer to me using pronouns, please use it/he--or they/them, either is fine!

I am 15-17! Just so you all know :)

The characters with more ✧ by them are the ones I prefer to write for! Well, more of an 'I like them more than the other characters' lolz

🄿🅁🄾🅃🄰🄶🄾🄽🄸🅂🅃🅂

Gon Freecs ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

Killua Zoldyck ✧✧✧✧

Kurapika Kurta ✧

Leorio Paradinight ✧

🄰🄽🅃🄰🄶🄾🄽🄸🅂🅃🅂

Chrollo Lucilfer ✧✧

Feitan Portor ✧

Machi Komacine ✧✧✧

Nobunaga Hazama

Pakunoda ✧✧✧

Phinks Magcub

Shalnark

Shizuku Murasaki

Uvogin ✧✧✧✧

Illumi Zoldyck

🄷🅄🄽🅃🄴🅁 🄰🅂🅂🄾🄲🄸🄰🅃🄸🄾🄽

(AKA ; the ones I don't know much about/not too good at writing lolz)

Ging Freecss

Hanzo

Pokkle

Ponzu

Kite

🄾🅃🄷🄴🅁 🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁🅂

Mito Freecss (Gon's Aunt) ✧✧✧✧

Wing (Zushis Teacher) ✧✧

Zushi ✧✧✧

Neon Nostrade ✧✧✧✧

These are some of my rules! Please make sure you read them before requesting and follow them!

No MinorxAdult, No Nsfw for any characters besides the adults, Kurapika, Leorio, Hanzo, No sexualizing any of the minors (especially Gon and Killua!! As well as Killuas younger siblings!), No noncon, nothing that's not consensual

I will do Platonic stuff, Romantic stuff, child reader, male reader, female reader, gn reader, demon reader, immortal reader, heartless reader, character-based reader etc. I love myself a villainous, no mercy or morals reader, as said before I will do Nsfw, but only for the adults and ones i mentioned, I will do gore, self h/rm, talks of r/pe but not doing it of course, suic/de, major character death, angst, fluff, etc.

I might add a few ocs here and there, so if you'd like to know about them just ask!

There's a lot I will do but if youre not sure then just ask!

Thats about it, I will add more if something comes up!

Enjoy my Lovelies <3

#hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x male reader #hxh x reader #hxh x you #hxh x y/n #hxh fluff #hxh hcs #hxh headcanons #gon x reader #killua x y/n #killua x you #killua x reader #killua zoldyck x reader #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader #leorio x you #leorio x reader #phantom troupe x reader #chrollo fluff #chrollo headcanons #chrollo x reader #machi x reader #illumi x reader #neon x reader #neon nostrade x reader #mito freecss x reader

[h8ani]

Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, thank you.

I also wrote both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, abusive relationships, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for but please try to keep the number of characters under 10 unless it’s like konoha 11

Selca Ships:

I will do these for both kpop & anime

Send in a max of 3 selfies of yourself

Request a max if 3 animes/kpop groups

You can mix and match if you’d like

Please no filters obstructing what you look like I will just delete it

I will do private ships as well just state that when submitting the ships

Poly Ships:

Max of 2-3 animes/groups

You can mix and match

Request If you’d like these to be private

This ship is me just shipping you with two characters of said anime requested or 2 members of a kpop group

Kink Ships:

Send in a kink along with a kpop group or anime

I’ll say who I think the kinks go with

Aesthetic Moodboards:

Request who you’d like the moodboard for (example: bestfriend mikey sano, date night jungkook, etc)

I’m okay with nsfw moodboards too

#rules #updated list #credit for border goes to benkeibear #navigation