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dollwrites · 1 year

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‘𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 — 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), dub con, fem!bride!reader, kidnapping / forced domestication, loss of virginity, mentions of murder, blood and threats against reader, objectification / mild degradation, size kink, forced breeding kink / creampie, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ sex doll by nathan james

your instructions were all very clear, and very specific, but you found yourself struck speechless when he appeared. lightning scattered webs of silver across the night sky, thunder shook the entire mansion, and then he was standing there, on the balcony, just outside the crystal doors. your breath caught in your throat as he stares inside, dark eyes zeroed in on you, and one hand reaches for the latch. a gust of wind catches the unlocked glass and flings it inwards towards you, banging against the wall— the hinges creak, but hold. you flinch, startled, and stumble back, but he’s inside and across the room to stand before you in the blink of an eye, without so much as time to allow a droplet of rain from his inky tendrils to fall beforehand.

“I recognize you.”

he must; the pearly white chiffon of your gown was tattered and stained a muted rust— dried blood. what had become of your veil or your shoes were unbeknownst to you, forgotten when you hid underneath the altar and clamped a hand over your mouth to not alert the mass murderer of your presence whilst he slaughtered the entire wedding party.

of course, he’d been privy all along, and simply bent over to peek inside at you once he was finished. black eyes were devoid of any remorse, but he didn’t try to reach and pull you out, or kill you. he simply stared for a moment or two, probably listening to the sound of you sobbing and begging him not to hurt you, and then straightened without so much as a whisper, and left.

it wasn’t until after you’d crawled out and witnessed the carnage that you’d been taken.

you hardly hear it— the savage thumping of your nervous heart much too loud in your ears, as is the way you suck in a desperate gulp. “I— I—“ think, dammit. but, where had your thoughts gone? had they, along with your ability to breathe, been stolen?

“Who left you in here?” the assassin’s expression wasn’t soft, but it was understanding. as if he knew that someone as meek as you would have trouble being this close to him. yet, still expectant of answer. “You didn’t make it to my bedroom by yourself.”

“Your f—father.” you don’t recognize your voice when it leaves your lips, it’s much too soft a whisper. then again, there was no need for you to be any louder than that; he was so close that you could smell the fresh rain in his hair. “He says…” the words Silva used were embarrassing and horrible, but you were told to recite them verbatim. and so you do. “He says that since you didn’t finish the job, he kept your compensation. The only payment you’re allowed is…” your voice was starting to shake.

“You.” Illumi finishes for you, staring down with an unreadable, abysmal gaze, and his head slowly tilts, as if he’s starting to understand, or, perhaps, ponder the possibilities. “Hm.”

you’re relieved for some reason, when he turns away and struts to the other side of the room. you feel like you can breathe for a moment while his back is turned.

but only for a single moment.

because that oxygen is wrenched away from you the second he peels out of his wet shirt, allowing it to fall in a damp heap on the floor. “W— what are you—“ your cheeks were hot, but you felt as though your feet were frozen solid to the floor, unable to move even an inch, you watched him undress. your eyes grazed over the dips in his abdomen when he turns, partially, to face you. each pad of muscle is blanketed artfully in ivory flesh with ribbons of rain dribbling from the raven tips that cascade over his shoulders and tickle his belly. “What are you doing?”

“Undressing.” he said, incredibly simply. you could see that much. but, you were more concerned that he was doing it right in front of you. his hands fall to his waistband, and he makes short work of it, allowing his trousers to join the other garments. this is when you look away, when he’s stark naked. you want to hide behind both hands, but you’re much too in shock to command your muscles to move. “You’ll be expected to get used to my naked body if you’re going to be my pet.” you feel a tight, cold grip around your wrist and the need to jerk back overwhelms you, but he’s stronger and holds you there. when did he cross the room to come back to you? it didn’t matter; it seemed like when Illumi moved, he did so on clouds. he was silent and quick. guiding your trembling fingers to his abdomen, he presses your palm flat. you can feel the solid muscle that’s been built over years of harsh training beneath his skin.

“P—pet…” you whisper, hopelessly.

“If you prefer bride, I can call you that.” Illumi offers, flippant, and drags your hand down to his sex. the suddenness in which he forces your fingers to envelop the girth of his soft cock elicits a whimpered protest, one that has him twitching against your fingers. “It makes no difference to me. Property is property.” for a while, Illumi allows your fist to rest there, giving you time to familiarize with the sensation of him in your palm. he didn’t even force you to watch— not minding that you kept your eyes closed tight and your chin tucked into your chest. “How should I have you first?” inquiring aloud, Illumi takes hold of your fingers and glides them up the length of his cock, pressing the tips against the sensitive slit, and snorts through his nose in approval, before pushing your hand back down to his base, guiding you into a steady, stroking rhythm that had him hardening against your palm. “Should I put you on your knees and have you worship my cock? Etch prayers into it with your tongue?”

your cheeks were even hotter now, teeth sinking into your plush, lower lip as you shied away from his words. you knew he was watching your reaction, and he must’ve read it instantly. “I’d have to teach you, I suppose,” he replies, as if mildly disappointed, “and I’m in no mood to tutor right now. he lets out a soft sigh, releasing your hand, “it would be easier to put you on your back.” your hand slows to a stop, eyes opening wide when you realize his intentions, and his now rock hard cock throbs in your fist. both of his hands came up to frame your face now, tilting it up, forcing you to stare into his obsidian gaze. “I didn’t tell you to stop stroking.” he croons, and the atmosphere around you felt like it weighed a ton, bearing down on your shoulders. you were locked in his stare, with his lips moving inches away from yours, but you found the will to pump him again, your couplet trembling. “It would be very stupid for you to disobey me,” he purrs, and takes a daunting step closer, forcing you to back up. and another, and then another. “I’m glad you know that, at least.”

he had grown in your hand, and now his cock was thick and solid, and it took both hands to wrap around him. Illumi took a final step towards you, and when you stumbled back this time, the backs of your knees hit the foot of the bed and bent; you clamored backwards on to it. there was a split second where you worried that Illumi’s cock would slip from your hands, but he was right there, climbing atop the mattress and atop you, before you had time to think. his hands never even slipped from your cheeks, until his knees pried a gap between your legs that he could fit into.

“Hold your legs open.”

grateful that you could stop stroking, your hands fled to grab on to your thighs, spreading them apart with shame written over your features. you couldn’t look at him any longer, and turn your head against the pillow.

Illumi blinks, one brow quirking, before flipping the skirt of your gown up on to your belly, exposing your panties. you were embarrassed to admit that you could feel the wet patch that had grown against the cotton even before he pressed the cold pads of his first, two fingers against it. you whimper, and writhe. “Wet already?” he asks, rubbing against the fabric until you tremble and start to inch up the mattress, desperate to get away from the sensation, but one hand grabs your ankle and jerks you back down to him in a swift, rough motion. your dress scrunches up around your waist. “Stay put.”

you know better than to fight against it, even when he wrenches your panties down, but your heart is revving like an engine, your breath hard to catch. you’re so afraid that this man, this murderer, is going to damage your body simply because he can. that he’ll hurt you in the most intimate ways possible, and there would be no one to save you from his cruelty.

“Look at it.”

you could feel the broad, pink tip, prodding against your virgin netherlips and you gasp for air, but turn your head slowly back towards him. you didn’t want to look. you didn’t want to see your assault happen. but you do because you don’t have another choice. “P—please…”

Illumi doesn’t push himself inside just yet. holding tight at the base of his cock, his hips only hardly jut forward, applying enough pressure for your folds to spread. then, he starts in a nonchalant, but certain voice. “I’m going to fuck your little pussy deep, and hard.” you didn’t even realize you were shaking your head, but you stared at his size, nervously. you couldn’t imagine that thing fitting in your body, but he continues, as if solidifying his threats. “You’ll feel every, single inch. You can scream as loud as you want, cry as much as you want, but you keep your legs wide and accept me. Keep your eyes open and watch me fuck you. If you don’t, your stay here will shorten tremendously. Nod if you understand.”

you can’t look up at his face, eyes glued to the manhood ready to split you in half, and you swallow hard around the lump in your throat, before you give him half a nod. you can do this, you tried to tell yourself. it’ll only hurt for a second.

when he forces it inside, you lose your breath completely, yelping when, inch by inch, the thick cock disappears. there’s a sharp, sudden pressure in your depths, and you know this must be the severing of your innocence. “If you get any blood on my sheets, I’ll wrap them around your neck and squeeze.” he mutters, low and threatening. you knew he wasn’t lying.

you mewl, and your nails sink into your own, fleshy thighs to grip tighter. you don’t want to break any of his rules. Illumi moans, for the first time, when he’s completely nested to the hilt, one hand reaching for your neck. he doesn’t squeeze, thankfully, but he grips it to pin you against the bed, while the other gropes your breast through the ivory bust. he’s still staring, watching how you flinch and whine as you struggle to accommodate him. “You’re a tight, little thing.” he doesn’t sound particularly happy or disappointed by the fact, but he punctuates the statement with a strong rock of his hips, slamming himself home. your back arches, and you cry out, mouth hanging slack, at just how much force was behind each slow, deep thrust.

he hadn’t been bluffing.

you could feel every, thick inch as your walls stretch and spasm around him, flittering wildly against the pulsing veins that bulge and scrape against your sensitivity. his bulbous tip pummels knotted nerves relentlessly until you feel tears well up in your eyes. whether it’s pain or pleasure, you can’t tell the difference.

Illumi starts to look, and sound, more human with each thrust— his lids sag low, his jaw works, and he snorts through his nose. you could even see a faint twinkle of perspiration against his temple. he’s hunched forward, hovering above, pressing his forehead to yours. his wet hair draping over you like a black curtain, engulfing you in his scent, making it hard to see anything except what he wanted you to. which was him, decimating you. “You look pathetic, bleary eyed and whiny,” he started, his breath in warm puffs against the cold tears on your cheeks. each word seems is separated by the sensation of him pounding into you, the sound of his body slapping against yours, and your own slick squelching hideously. “But you’re still taking it.” he almost sounds… impressed? “Your little pussy is stretched to her limit, but she’s still milking me. Who could’ve known? Behind those tears, there’s a cock-starved, little fuck doll?”

it was humiliating, degrading, but for some reason— you only clenched around him tighter. you only felt yourself get wetter when his hand careens upwards to grasp your face, keeping it steady as he bullied your guts. your mouth hung open, and just as you’d been given permission to, you let out a lilting shriek. your legs were starting to shake. but, you could also tell that something was building inside of Illumi, too.

it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was.

realizing he had no intentions of pulling out, you squirm, and your hands fall between your bodies to press against his taut abdomen, whimpering a breathy, “Please— don’t— not… inside…”

but Illumi didn’t stop. he didn’t pull out. he rammed into you just as hard, and your breasts jiggle against the sagging neckline of your dress. you croak, hoarse, and stare up at him, squinting against his cruelty. “You’re my bride, aren’t you?” he croons, dark eyes expecting ( and receiving ) a submissive, yet reluctant nod. “Then act like it. Beg me to breed you.”

sniffling, your nails barely scrape at his flesh, and you gurgle a soft and pathetic, wet eyes full of protest, “P—please… breed me… Cum in me… please, Illumi—“

Illumi groans in approval, a wicked smile spreading across his tiers when he comes undone. both of his hands wrap around your throat now, and he buries himself as deep as he can force to pump you full of his warm release. even as you snub and squirm and gurgle, you can feel how full you are of him, and it’s a sickening feeling.

he’s released you a few moments later, favoring his side of the massive bed, and you remain on your back, legs open and quivering, core feeling hollowed out and sore, for a while before he murmurs, “You’ll need to tend to my wet clothes, and do away with that tattered dress, before you can rest.”

blinking, you take a couple of breaths before slowly closing your legs. the muscles are aching, and you have to do everything at a snail’s pace, including pulling yourself off the mattress. when your feet hit the cold, hard floor, your knees want to buckle. you’re wobbly at best, one hand gripping your lower belly as you let out a whispered cry discomfort. the bridal gown hangs askew on your body, now stained with more than just blood and sweat, and you stumble, awkward on your own, two legs, over to the pile of wet clothes. gathering them all up, you hug them close to your chest and turn to look at him, meek and bashful. how hopeless you must appear to him in this moment. “What do I… what do I do with them?”

Illumi looks at you, unblinking, and runs his fingers through his hair as he props up on his elbow. he’s shameless in the way he’s splayed, nude across the bed, his soft cock draped over his thigh. “The butler will meet you at the door, he’ll show you the laundry and where to bathe and dress.” he tilts his head, watching you stumble, still disoriented and uncertain, towards the door. you can’t really see it in the dark, but there’s a faint fondness in the depth of his eyes. “Hurry back, too.”

curious, you nibble on your lower lip and push the door open. just as he’d said, a tall man clad in a crisp suit is waiting on the other side. there’s a glimmer of distaste for how filthy you are as he sees you, but it’s gone in an instant as he grabs hold of your elbow, none too gentle. you look over your shoulder at Illumi, and blurt out before the man can drag you away, “Aren’t you worried I might r— run away or something?”

the worst part about Illumi’s smile is that his eyes turned icy and diabolical when his lips curved upwards; the two counterparts didn’t match. “And go to whom?” he asks, taunting, before adding simply because he could: “I killed everyone that knew or cared about you already, remember?”

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shiftingparadise · 11 months

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May I request a Feitan x Reader please? Cute stuff cute stuff everywhere. A fluff with Feitan trying to confess his feelings and failing a few times before actually getting it right.

Hi guys!! I'm back <3 I hope you enjoy this one. If you don't, or if you would like to give some feedback, feel free to do so.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1294

“What?”, you shyly asked. “You keep staring at me, it’s freaking me out, Fei”. “Tsk, wasn’t looking at you”, his cold eyes darted to the side. “Right”, you sighed before you got up. “Where’s boss anyway? We’ve been waiting in this building for ages. I’m getting tired”. “You can sleep here”, Hisoka smirked as he pointed toward his lap. “Fuck off”, you picked up a stone and threw it toward the magician, earning a chuckle in response. “I’m going outside for a bit. I’m getting bored”.

No one answered. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. Hisoka playing with his cards, Shalnark updating his device, Feitan sharpening his knife…

“Hm”, you contentedly smiled as the moonlight greeted your skin, a soft breeze carried the familiar scent of the city toward you.

“What are you doing?”, Feitan’s voice came from behind you. “Nothing”, your smile slowly faded. “I’ve noticed”, Feitan now standing next to you. “Noticed?”, you frowned as your eyes scanned his expression.

“Cold as ever”, you thought. You always failed to read him, leaving you clueless as to what he was thinking or feeling.

“Your eyes”, he said, turning to look at you, “They’re sad”. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes, “T-that’s not true Fei-“. “It’s fine”, he kept his eyes locked on yours, “You don’t have to talk about it”.

Silence.

“But I’d like you too”, he awkwardly added as he stared into the distance. “It’s nothing”, you forced a smile.

For a second, you noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It was the first time you saw any kind of emotion on his face.

“Pretty, right? The moon, I mean”, you nervously chuckled.

It was so obvious. Too obvious that you liked him.

He shrugged his shoulders in response. “You’re prett-“, he stopped talking before finishing his sentence. “I-I’m what?”, a blush on your cheek. “An idiot”, he clenched his jaw before kicking a stone in front of him. “I’m going back, boss will be here soon”, and just like that, he disappeared.

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“Careful”, his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you back. “Oh, thanks, Fei”, you shyly smiled, “Didn’t notice we were going to cross a street”. “You never notice anything”.

Why did he seem annoyed?

“I’m sorry, Fei”, you lowered your eyes. “Don’t”, he softly placed his hand on the back of your head, gently massaging it for a second before pulling away. “Don’t apologize”. “Hm”, your cheeks red. Without saying anything else, his hand glided down to your waist, gently pushing you forward, “We can cross now”.

Butterflies. The way his hand gently pinched your waist, the way his voice sounded so soft when he talked to you…

“Where are the others?”, you asked as you crossed.

No answer.

“Fei?”, you frowned as he kept his hand on your waist. “No others”, he softly answered. “H-huh? You said we were going to meet the others-“, “We are. In the evening”. “T-then what are we doing here?”, you stopped walking. “Wanted to get a coffee with you”, he placed his hands back in his pockets. “Oh”, you looked at the ground, a blush on your cheeks.

Was this a date? Did he…? No, Fei wasn’t like this.

“You don’t want to?”, his brows pulled together. “N-no, I could use some coffee now”. “Good”, he started walking again, not looking back at you.

You walked behind him for a while before finally arriving at a cute, little café.

“So cozy”, your eyes unwillingly lit up. “Hm, thought you’d like this place. What’d you want?”. “A latte, please”, you sat down as he went to the counter.

“Here”, he carefully placed your coffee in front of you. “Thanks, Fei”. “Hm”, a small smile on his face. “W-what? A-are you smiling?”, your eyes went round in surprise.

This was the first time you'd seen him do that.

“Tsk, you don’t think I smile?”. “I-I’ve never seen you smile before”, you awkwardly cleared your throat.

Silence. Again.

“S-so, why were you smiling?”, you took a sip of your coffee. “Fei”, his voice sounded raspy, “I like it when you call me that”.

Bright red. Your cheeks went bright red.

“So messy”, he leaned over the table before his thumb stroked over your soft lips. “H-huh?”, your eyes wide open. “There was some foam on your lips”, he sat back down again.

How could his touch feel so soft? So caring? You know what he did, what he enjoyed doing. It’s not like you were much better. You were also a Spider but… Feitan could be truly cruel, terrifying even.

“I want to tell you something”, he stared out the window, looking at the cars passing. For some reason, he hadn’t touched his coffee yet. “Oh?”, you took another sip from yours. “I really like y-“, he paused again. “I really like coffee”, he lowered his eyes as he corrected himself. “Really?”, you smiled, “Me too. We should do this more often then”. You were clueless as to what he wanted to say. “Fine”, he coldly answered before finally taking a sip.

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“Dead, huh?”, you pulled your knees closer to your chest. The bright city lights greeted you like an old friend. You usually loved this. Sitting on a balcony of a hotel room, a soft breeze grazing over your cheeks… But not tonight. The loss of your friend far outweighed any pleasant feeling.

“Dead”, Feitan said, sitting down beside you. “Where are the others?”, a cold look in your eyes. “Dealing with it in their own way”, he studied your face. “Why did you come here?”, you softly asked. “Wanted to make sure you were okay”. “There’s no time to grieve, Fei. Whether I’m fine or not, it doesn’t matter”. “It matters to me”, he looked at the sky.

Why? Feitan wasn’t the kind of man to care about others, at least not like this. He cared about the Spiders, but he would never care about their feelings.

“H-huh?”, you froze as Feitan placed a strand of hair behind your ear. You slowly looked to the side, only to find warm eyes staring back at you. He didn’t smile, but his eyes… They were never like this. “Pretty”, he murmured. “W-what-“, “I care for you, Y/N”, he interrupted you as his hand rested on your cheek. “Want to see you happy”, his thumb now softly grazed over your bottom lip.

“I am-“, “You’re not”, he frowned, “Don’t think I don’t notice”.

You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, but … You never had this. Someone who cared for you, who wanted to see you happy.

“Don’t”, he tried to sound as kind as possible. “Don’t cry”, he gently brushed a tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry”, you softly sobbed. “Don’t be”, two hands now wrapped around your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not sorry either”. “Sorry? For what-“, his lips met yours before you could finish your sentence.

Feitan wasn’t sure if you wanted this or if you felt the same. He never did something like this before, but it felt right. He could feel a warm sensation in his chest, butterflies in his stomach…

“F-fei?”. “Talk to me”, his eyes still closed, a hand resting on the back of your head. “W-what do you want?”. “You”, he immediately answered, “I want you”.

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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first meeting with a very strong girl.

request: hiii!!! can i do a request? gon, killua, kurapika & leorio and.. what are their thoughts when they first saw you and got to know you because the reader is such a strong badass and very beautiful woman/girl? thank you!! 🤗💗

# tags: scenario; strangers/?; light romance; fluff; a bit of comedy; badass!reader; hunter!reader; sfw

includes: female reader ft. gon freecss, killua zoldyck, kurapika & leorio paradinight {hxh}

— GON

↘ He met you during his time on Greed Island when Mrs. Biscuit started training him and Killua. You were the granddaughter of a short woman and for many months you traveled with her, expanded your knowledge and fighting skills.

↘ So you showed up during one of the two boys’ training sessions, greeting your beloved grandma and bringing a paper bag filled with delicious, still hot food. With a smile, you invited everyone to the meal, and Gon looked at you more closely.

↘ You had by far the most sincere and friendly expression on your face he had ever met; your eyes were very warm and shiny, your smile was sincere, and your attitude showed no malevolence. Also, you smelled like freshly picked daisies and juicy peaches, and your voice sounded really nice.

↘ Gon immediately liked you, and as soon as it was time to train, he was literally delighted. You easily jumped between the enormous stones thrown in your direction, silently approached the opponent and aimed with the greatest accuracy at the target using small but sharp knives.

↘ You were not only beautiful and modest, but also strong and graceful.

— KILLUA

↘ Killua and his friends were walking around the huge city. It was literally one of the few moments of rest during their journey, so a walk with a cup of ice cream or a sandwich filled with goodies was a really valuable experience for them all.

↘ Many people and animals were walking around them four; out of the corner of his eye, Killua saw a young boy and his sister playing chase, a happy couple of teenagers in love holding hands, someone on their right just playing a guitar... and right in front of them people with big smiles on their faces were throwing small coins into the fountain. It was a quiet, lovely day.

↘ I mean... as it turned out after a while, not so pleasant. At some point, Killua and his friends heard a woman’s scream.

↘ Someone had stolen a purse with documents from a young lady with a white pram. Killua and Gon were about to run after the thief, but someone overtook them both.

↘ You came out calmly from around the corner. Seeing a crying woman in the distance and a fleeing man in a black hood on his head, you immediately reacted, grabbing him by the neck and knocking him to the ground.

↘ You were not only beautiful and comely in the eyes of a young boy, but also incredibly strong and brave. Killua immediately held his breath as he looked at you more closely. Startling the three friends, he ran towards you. He wasn’t entirely sure why he did it, but as soon as he was right next to your person, he just smiled and said “Hello”.

— KURAPIKA

↘ Your father was a rich and respected man, and the originator of one of the most useful items in the hunting world – the compass, which shows not only the way, but also the time, temperature and humidity of the air, as well as the exact day of the year and time of day. It was a multifunctional tool that allowed you to track animals and enemies, and at the same time it was a really handy and light item. That day, your father was presenting his product to a wider audience – other rich people, inventors, merchants and businessmen.

↘ Kurapika was your dad’s personal bodyguard that night and followed him closely, watching the guests arrive. As much as he tried to concentrate on his work, somewhere in the back of his heart he felt a strange pang.

↘ In the crowd he noticed you – a smiling woman who greeted everyone she met. During this short party, your eyes met halfway several times, but neither of you had the courage and time to say “Hi” or “Nice to meed you”; Kurapika was standing next to your father, you were talking to guests and friends, sipping champagne and eating snacks.

↘ Only after the meeting and salary payment the young bodyguard was allowed to approach you and introduce himself. When your hands joined in a short grip, Kurapika instantly felt your strength. Although you looked really delicate and feminine, he was well aware of your position, and the handshake only confirmed his thoughts.

— LEORIO

↘ Leorio loved going to the gym or swimming pool in his free time. It was the best way for him to calm his mind and relax his whole body. He could also meet friends who often came to the above-mentioned place.

↘ The tall man started his training today with a warm-up and a short walk on the treadmill. He calmly watched the program played on the TV hanging on the wall, sipping electrolytes from the bottle from time to time. Somewhere between a short break and another series of exercises, he noticed a pretty, young woman in a sports outfit who entered the huge room.

↘ In your right hand you held a phone with headphones, and in your left a bottle of cool water. You looked really good, so Leorio glanced at you every couple of moments, working up the courage to talk to you and get to know you. After all, he’d never seen you here before, so this was the perfect opportunity to make a new... friend.

↘ You started your workout by warming up all your muscles and running in place. You did a few squats and push-ups, and finally you adjusted the shoes on your feet, approaching one of the two barbells located in the gym. You warmed up your fingers once more, then added a few extra pounds. After a short breath, in the deadlift, you lifted exactly one hundred and forty kilograms.

↘ Seeing your impassive face and smile, Leorio only managed to swallow. You were amazing!

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sakuraasworld · 2 years

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Heyy

If requests are open could I have general relationship headcanons for killua zoldyck from hunter x hunter? Thank you!

𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖆 𝖟𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖞𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

pairing - killua x gn!reader

synopsis - general relationship headcanons

warning - none

✎ You have to be friends with Gon, even if it's not complicated. He wants to be able to hang out with you and Gon at the same time, the two people who mean the most to him.

✎ If you ever feel bad or cry, he offers you chocolate.

✎ He loves laying his head on your chest to listen to your heart beat while you stroke his hair, it relaxes him.

✎ He loves when you wear matching clothes.

✎ He loves to come from behind and hug you by putting his head in your neck.

✎ He is very protective of you, he is afraid that his brother will approach you and hurt you to reach him.

✎ When you're in private he can be really clingy, worse than a cat. But in public he doesn't give you affection, he doesn't like to show off. The only thing he does is hold your hand.

✎ He loves making you blush. Not a day goes by that he doesn't tease you.

✎ He teaches you to skate. He holds your hand and helps you move forward. When you freak out he always laughs at you before helping you.

✎ He likes to walk around carrying you on his back.

✎ When he managed to get Alluka out of his house, he introduced her directly to you and she adored you. You are like her sibling.

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vrisrezis · 2 years

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Hellooooo so I was wondering if I could request killua headcannons with an S/O who is like tanjiro from demon slayer. I saw the armin one and I loved it so much ❤️ if you don’t watch it that’s alright or you can google it’s but If you can’t get to it then don’t worry 🥰

Killua likes an honest person, it’s part of the reason he’s close with Gon. It can cause a bit of trouble in potential fights and you can’t lie your way out of trouble for shit, but he’s always got your back. He loves how humble you are, despite the fact you should be the most cocky mf in the universe, in his opinion. His favorite trait about you though is your generosity, the way you’re willing to give him food even when you’re starving, or over him clothes when you think he might be cold. You’re always thinking of him, it’s sweet. And of course, you’re pretty tough. However, you always show some mercy to your enemies. You’re so different to him, gentle to a fault. He can’t relate but it’s what makes you so interesting and lovely.

#killua zoldyck x reader #hxh killua x reader #killua x y/n #killua x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter x reader

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monkeydlesbian · 2 years

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trust — shizuku murasaki x gn!reader (hunter x hunter)

june 1st — hurt/comfort and confession of love

bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable: event masterlist

synopsis: Shizuku is severely injured after a mission with the Phantom Troupe, and it is your job as her partner to patch her up. Being in love with her makes the process ten times harder, though.

word count: 1.4k

warnings (!!): mentions of blood, injuries, cuts/wounds/lacerations, and the use of needles in suturing/stitching. please let me know if i have missed anything!

a/n: hiii let's pretend i didn't post this after midnight giggles,, um anyways HAAAIII happy pride month!! this is the first fic in a series of five i believe and i honestly don't think i've had this much motivation for any event i've ever done LMFAAOOO,, anyways please reblog if you enjoyed, and don't forget to plug your favorite lgbtq+ writers with me and others!!

Shizuku has presented herself as nothing but calm since the day you met her.

Aloof, one could say. She never worries outwardly at least, and her tone is always cool and even, without stutters or anything like that.

Even now, with a laceration as wide as your thumb on her left side by her spider tattoo, she speaks evenly. The only indication of discomfort or pain is her fingers gripping the sleeve of your shirt and her chest that moves up and down sporadically.

This is the most disheveled you’ve ever seen her, and it looks like she’s handling it ten times better than you are.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” she says, with little to no emotion in her tone. Her assurance comes out in the form of a deep sigh, probably due to how heavily she’s breathing. That tingly sensation of tears and emotions crawls its way up to your throat as you lay her down onto the couch in your hotel room, getting a better look at the blood staining her shirt and the uncomfortable crease in her brow.

“You were b-bleeding out, Shizuku,” you say as calmly as you can, turning to find the first aid kit that was placed conveniently in all of the troupe members' hotel rooms. You find it hidden inside the mini-fridge, of all places, and take a deep breath before turning to her again,

“You’re obviously not fine.”

She goes quiet after that, attempting to take her shirt off herself but stopping when she winces. Shizuku might be stubborn, but she knows what’s good for her at least.

“Let me,” you say gently, setting the first aid kit on the floor by the sofa and getting down on your knees to be at her injured side. Your fingers reach for the hem of her shirt, preparing to lift it up and away from her damp skin to reach the wound, but you hesitate. You glance up at Shizuku and she nods jerkily, granting you permission.

You look back down at your fingers gripping the hem of her shirt and lift it carefully and swiftly up and away from her skin, revealing the wound right beside her spider tattoo. The bleeding has slowed significantly thanks to the pressure she had put on it on her own, but the sight of it still clogs your throat up with worry.

“Shit, Shizuku,” you breathe out, “a-are you able to take this off or will I have to cut it?” You ask, referring to the shirt that rests just beneath her chest.

“I think—“ her fingers shake as she reaches for the hem of the shirt in your own, trying to pull it up and off of her body herself. She winces again, and her fingers move down to your wrists naturally in her defeat.

“Cut it, please.”

You give her a weak smile in an attempt at reassurance and nod, reaching down with one hand into the first aid kit for a pair of scissors while your other hand still holds her shirt above the wound.

You take the scissors to the fabric of her shirt and start to cut, being careful to avoid contact with the metal blade on the skin around the laceration. You cut it all the way up to the collar and then move the fabric out of the way.

With her torso and chest now fully exposed, you do your best to subdue the heat settling in your stomach and on your cheeks and set the scissors down, using both hands now to pick up the supplies needed to suture the wound.

“I’m no Machi,” you say as you prepare the needle and surgical thread, “but this should be enough to close the wound and protect it until we can get to her. Or a hospital, at least.”

“It’s okay,” she says quietly, as if she’s trying to avoid interrupting you, “I trust you.”

This admission makes you nearly stop in your tracks, but you keep going, fighting a smile as you open up a pack of antiseptic wipes to clean her cut.

“Big words from someone with a spider tattoo,” you quip with a little smile, beginning to clean the semi-dried blood around the cut with the wipes. You press down a little too harshly and she hisses suddenly, and that tight ball of fear and worry makes its way up to your throat again. You mumble an apology before you finish cleaning the skin around the wound, preparing it for suture.

“I really do trust you, you know.”

Her words finally stop you in your tracks. You look up at her from your spot on the floor, seeing the faint, almost shy, smile on her face.

You almost laugh; Shizuku rarely ever smiles. It’s not that she isn’t happy, or hates everything all of the time, she just rarely shows emotions outside of her usual stoicism. She would rather tell you what she’s feeling instead of showing it, so you’d guess that even now, her trust is genuine and quite strong. Genuine enough to vocalize to you outright.

“I…I trust you too, Shizuku,” you admit, grabbing the prepared needle and surgical thread from its place on the arm of the sofa.

“I like you a lot as well,” you also admit noncommittally, “like—a lot, a lot. Almost to the point where I can’t breathe around you. Or speak. Phinks thinks it’s hilarious.”

You glance up at her again nervously, expecting a look of confusion or disgust. She’s still smiling, however; still shy but a bit wider.

“You…like me?” She asks, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. You look into her eyes and see nothing but genuine curiosity, the beautiful plum color of her irises practically glowing in the soft light of the hotel room.

“Uh—yeah. Yeah. I really like you,” you look away and laugh, almost in disbelief at your own gumption just now. Admitting your feelings to the girl who nearly died in your arms due to blood loss thirty minutes prior? Dick move. She’s probably tired and delirious, and giving her things to worry and think about will only make her recovery harder.

“Is that why you asked me if I could take my own shirt off?” She asks suddenly, “so you wouldn’t have to do it and get nervous?”

That’s when you finally laugh, “you’re always so blunt, Shizuku. But yeah, I can’t patch you up if I’m nervous.”

“I guess that makes sense,” she says softly.

You look back up at her again at that, seeing the smile still on her face and her eyes still glowing a beautiful amethyst purple.

Her hand reaches up to brush your cheek weakly, and that’s when you find you can’t stand it anymore.

You drop the needle and thread in the first aid kit haphazardly before standing up from the floor, hunching over Shizuku’s body on the couch carefully to not touch her wound. Your hands find both sides of her face as you bring your lips to hers.

She responds positively, gasping a little into your mouth before her lips start to mold naturally with yours. Your fingers reach up to brush her hair shakily behind her ears, your nose bumps and bends against hers, and your eyebrows hit the frame of her glasses. You're sure you've smudged her lenses.

The kiss isn’t pretty by any means, and you wish you could’ve been more smooth or tactful in your approach, but you really can't find it in yourself to care.

You fight the urge to let your hands wander too far and your tongue slip farther into her mouth, remembering that she's still injured. It's the reminder of her injury that pulls you away from her, and you're pleasantly surprised to see her chase after you.

"I have to put your stitches in," you say breathily, pressing a kiss to her forehead before kneeling back down on the ground in front of her. You grab the needle and thread from the first aid kit and look back up at her. She's frowning, which is something you would have never expected to see from Shizuku.

"Will you kiss me more after you put them in?" She asks, almost innocently, as if she's afraid you'll run away from her at any given moment.

You laugh, grabbing her hand and pressing small kisses to her knuckles, almost in the manner one would kiss the hands of a royal.

"I'll kiss you as much as you like."

She smiles, before leaning her head back on the couch and taking a deep breath.

"I promise I'll be gentle," you reassure her, bringing the needle up to the laceration with steady hands.

"I know. I trust you."

#[fyfa’s pride month event] — 🏳️‍🌈#oh my god i love her and i am proud of this #i am writing again can u believe it LMFAOAOAIJEAHDAHDF #ok now onto the tags #shizuku murasaki #shizuku x reader #shizuku murasaki x reader #shizuku hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #shizuku x you #shizuku murasaki x you #hunter x hunter x you #hxh x you #hxh x gn reader

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just-for-fun-mom · 2 years

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Chrollo scenarios!

Fem Y/N,

Warning! Suggestive content, Chrollo being a bit pervy, Waist grabbing, SA -Not done by Chrollo-

Stealing his clothes

“Y/N, have you seen my-” He looks down at you while you're wearing his iconic purplish jacket with only a bra and underwear on ;). He chuckles as he glimpses at your breasts. “Do I look good?” You ask in a flirtatious tone looking up at the tall man in front of you, “Yes, yes you do.” He replies as he pushes a strain of hair behind your ear, then whispers all the naughty things he wants to do to you in that jacket.

Secretly taking pictures

You walk into Chrollos room as you see him changing. Of Course you decide to snap a picture, for.. Uh, maybe when you're a bit horny ;) and as soon as you do he turns around, “Y/N, you don't have to take pictures. I'm right here” he says chuckling to himself while he walks over to you with hungry eyes, “Now tell me why do you need such a picture of me?” He asks, looking down on you. You mumble something to yourself, he places a finger under your chin to raise your head to look at him, “When I ask you a question I expect you to respond” He says in a harsh tone now gripping your face making you slightly perk your lips, “I just thought you looked nice” You say struggling with how hard his grip has turned into, “What were you planning to do with the picture?” He knows what you planned to do with it but wanted to hear it from you, he wanted to watch you embarrass yourself, he wanted to see you get all flustered, he loosens his grip so you could talk, “I don't know” you try to look down but then he tightens his grip again, “Y/N i expect you to be honest with me” he says pulling your waist in towards him maybe leaving an inch of space between you two, “I just thought if I..” he looks at you waiting for you to finish., “I mean.. If i'm not with you and maybe slightly” you pause in embarrassment, “Horny?” he smirks at you as your face turns red with embarrassment. Chrollo would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on, “Well im here right now aren't I?” he whispers into your ear as he reaches to take of your shirt,(I HATE TO FINISH IT THERE IM SORRY)

After an argument

You and Chrollo had just gotten into a heated argument about something stupid. It was pretty uncommon but it did happen every now and then. You had just stormed out of your apartment leaving Chrollo alone in your room. You just silently sat outside the door secretly hoping he'd come and apologize or just sit next to you anything that would rid the guilt you felt. You wait there for around 20 minutes to see no Chrollo. You decide to go in, you were upset that he didn't come out and apologize first. You walk in and don't see him. You walk to your room to see him sitting on your bed and looking out the window to see the city lights. You quietly sit next to him not saying a word leaving a bit of space between you two. He quietly inches towards you. “Chrollo.. Are you mad?” you whisper as you look down at your lap fidgeting with the bracelet you had on, “No” he responds as he looks towards you. You know from previous arguments Chrollo isn't good at apologizing or even showing empathy after an argument, He's used to getting what he wants. He's close enough to you where he wraps his hand around your waist waiting, almost telling you to come closer. You move closer to him leaning on his shoulder looking out the window, “I love you” he whispers while placing his head on top of yours. That night turns into a very cuddly clingy type night.

Other people Hitting on you, warning SA

Chrollo is pretty overprotective, He doesn't like anyone flirting or hitting on you. So when a guy is flirting with you he gets quite upset. *Whistle* “Hey girly, you free tonight” some random guy says walking up to you, “Uh sorry I have a boyfriend” you say slightly backing away, “So? That wasn't my question hun” He says grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, “Please stop” you say trying to remove his grip now on your ass, “C’mon hun my cars right there” he says his grip now harsher. As you see Chrollo walking up to you with the food he had originally come here for, “Chrollo!” You scream as he runs over to you tearing you from the man holding you tight in his arms. The stranger has started to back up practically running to his car. You were surprised Chrollo hadn't done as much as even kill him, “I'm so sorry Y/N I shouldn't have left you out here by yourself” he says as he hugs you tightly, “Chrollo It's not your fault”-I would write more but i'm tired-

#chrollo x y/n #chrollo x reader #chrollo hcs #hunter x hunter x you #y/n #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh chrollo #suggestive

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dollwrites · 9 months

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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

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shiftingparadise · 1 month

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I don’t know if your busy rn but there is a shortage in FEITAN x readers books and ya girl is dying. I know your inbox is like huge probably but anyways.. IF YOU DO TYSM AND IF YOU DONT TYSM FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻🥲🥲🫶🫶🫶🫶

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like this :) In this story, Feitan is similar to my others works. So he isn’t particularly very kind in the beginning. I’m working on your requests now, so if you have one don’t be afraid to send me a message or to ask one! Keep in mind that I have a couple left to do, so I’m only asking for some patience :3.

If you enjoy my stories it would be really great if you could buy me a coffee with the link in my bio 😇. HOWEVER DON’T FEEL OBLIGED TO DO SO. I’m only saying this because someone did a week ago and it felt really nice 🥹. I really enjoy writing for you guys either way 🤍✨

PS: I wanted to write another part of this, let me know if I should :)

Warnings: smut and angst.

Word count: 3455

“Be careful, don’t let your heart fool you”, my father took another sip from his coffee, “You’ve got to be sure he isn’t after our money”. “How can you say something like that?”. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that”. “I know him. He would never do anything to hurt me”, you slowly stood up. For some reason, your father’s office never seemed so small before. “Fine”, my father sighed, “Invite him over for dinner”.

You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the conversation with your father. You didn’t know. You really didn’t. How could you know that he was a Spider? That he was only playing a part? Right, in hindsight everything did seem a little fishy. The way he was suddenly there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the way his name didn’t seem to truly ‘fit’ him. Jacob. He didn’t look like a Jacob at all. How could you be this dumb? Life isn’t like the fairytales and you were an idiot to think it could be.

“Where is she?”.

You couldn’t help but shiver. That voice used to be so familiar. So warm and soft.

“Boss told us to keep her in here”, the blonde that stood in front of the door answered. “It’s nice in there, Fei. She has a nice bed and lots of books”, a misguidingly soft voice answered.

The girl seemed so sweet, with her big glasses and her soft eyes. You couldn’t understand how she could be part of a gang like this.

“I don’t care”, Feitan coldly replied before walking past his comrades.

Your stomach started to turn. You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to keep your memories clean from any stains; to remember him the way you knew him. Kind and soft-hearted.

“Look at me”. “No”, you softly answered as you kept your gaze locked on the ground. “I said look at me”, his hands roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want to”, you almost whispered as you tried not to cry. “Look at me”.

You flinched as you felt the tip of his knife against your cheek. The same place he used to kiss you before wishing you goodnight.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, not daring to say anything. “Are you scared?”, his cold eyes pierced through your skull. “Yes”, you softly agreed while studying his face. He was nothing like the man you used to know.

His facial features were so cold and distant. As if he was frozen in ice for hundreds of years. You couldn’t see half of his face, as it was covered with the coat he was wearing. It was decorated with a skull, making him even more morbid.

“Good”, he roughly pulled away as he lowered his knife to your throat. “Why are you doing this?”, your chin high. “Why?”, he repeated the question while once again lowering his knife. Letting the cold metal rest just beneath your collarbone. Your breathing got heavier as fear’s grip tightened around your body.

You didn’t know he wasn’t the head of this organization, that this wasn’t his plan. To you, he was the man with all the answers. The one who planned this whole scheme.

“If you want money-“, you were cut short by the back of his hand. “Only speak when I tell you to”.

He wasn’t that tall, but the way he hit you made him seem like the devil. Even though you couldn’t see, you knew there was this cruel grin on his face. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed.

“Too hard”, his thumb grazed over your cheek. “Or you’re just too fragile”, he lowered his collar to lick up the drop of blood on his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he kneeled before you, “We’re going to have a lot more fun than this”. “Fei?”, the sweet-looking girl suddenly stood next to him. “What, Shizuku?”, Feitan sighed before standing up again. “Boss said not to hurt her, remember?”, her finger resting on her lip. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue before leaving. “Don’t worry”, the girl cheerfully smiled, “We only need some kind of code. I’m sure your father will give it to us soon”. “Code?”, your eyes widened, “H-he won��t give it!”, you hastily got up from the bed you were sitting on. “Huh? He won’t?”, the girl widened her eyes.

You knew your father. He would never risk the nation’s, no the world’s, safety. Not even for his own daughter.

“You’re after the code for the nuclear weapons, right?”. “I guess… I don’t remember to be honest”, she looked down at the ground. “Listen, my father will never give that code. J-just ask our president-“. “But only your father knows that code, since he’s head of security”, the girl happily smiled, causing you to shiver. “Yo, Shizu”, the blonde angrily yelled from the door. “Huh?”, she looked behind her. “Shut up before you tell her our whole plan”. “Oh right”, she giggled before leaving.

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“Get the girl, Phinks”, Feitan coldly sighed from behind your door.

You tucked your knees even tighter to your chest. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were they going to kill you? Torture you?

“Get up”, Phinks roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bed. “Let go!”, you tried to struggle, to break free from his grip. “You want me to get Feitan?”, he gritted his teeth. A threat he didn’t have to make twice.

You hastily stopped struggling, now following him into the main room of the abandoned building. The stones underneath your feet felt exceptionally cold, and the nightgown you were wearing didn’t really help to keep you warm.

“She’s freezing”, a voice too soft now greeted your ears, “Put this on her”.

You looked up to a tall figure. His hair was pitch black and there was this kind of cross tattooed on his forehead. He was an exceptionally good-looking man, but somehow his skin was just as cold-looking as Feitan. It didn’t match his kind voice at all.

“Here”, Phinks threw the coat at your feet. “I said put it on”, the dark-haired man smiled, “She can’t put it on when her hands are tied, can she? “Tsk”, the blonde picked up the coat before throwing it over your shoulders.

You scanned the room. There were about 10 people in the room. Some of them just looked evil, but others looked as innocent as a child. Especially a blonde-haired guy with big, green eyes.

“Your father won’t give us the code. Do you-”, the soft voice broke through your thoughts. “Who are you?“.

“Huh?”, you froze in fear as Feitan’s knife was once again pressed to the soft skin of your neck. You didn’t see him move. It felt as if he had just teleported to you.

“Tsk”, his eyes found yours, “How dare you interrupt boss?”. “Come now, Feitan”, the man now walked towards you, stopping before you. Without any warning, his fingers glided over your cheek, “You couldn’t contain yourself before, but you have to now”. Feitan immediately stepped away from you, discontent hidden in his eyes. “Feitan has a hard time holding himself back from… Fun”, the man smiled, “But it seems he did his best with you. I rarely get to see a hostage without any cuts or broken fingers”. “Lucky me”, you sarcastically answered while holding eye contact. “Yes, but keep in mind that luck doesn’t last forever”, he chuckled. “I’m Chrollo. Head of the Spiders”, he walked back to the stairs he was sitting on earlier. “My father isn’t going to give up the code. Not even for me”. “Yes, he made that very clear”, Chrollo replied. “Let me go and I promise my father will give you a generous reward”, your heart racing. “We have more than enough money. Besides, we can’t let you go. You know all of our names. Well… you’ll get to know them”. “What does that mean?”, you took a step back. “Feitan wanted you as a reward during this mission. So whether we’ll get the code or not, you’re not leaving”, Chrollo’s eyes glittered in the dark. “I-I don’t want to”, you started to panic. “Don’t care”, Feitan’s voice was only fuel to your fear. “From now on, you belong to Feitan”, Chrollo signaled Phinks to free your hands. “Keep the coat. I don’t think Feitan cares if you’re cold. You’ll be at least warm that way”, Chrollo spoke as if Feitan wasn’t there. “Right”, Feitan smirked. “At least get her some proper clothing, Fei”, Chrollo coldly looked at his Spider before dismissing everyone.

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“Here”, Feitan threw a couple of bags on your bed the next day. “Proper clothes”, he leaned against the door.

After Chrollo dismissed everyone, Feitan took you with him to the house he was currently living in. It was a big and luxurious house. It wasn’t really decorated with furniture, only the necessary things like a couch, a dinner table, some paintings on the wall… And the room you were staying in was just as empty. There was a bed, a luxurious bathroom, and a big, walk-in closet that was empty of course.

“Proper clothes?”, your brows pulled together as you pulled a dress out of one of the bags. “This is a Prada dress?”. “I want you to look pretty”, Feitan looked up at the ceiling. “I’ll get you clothes every week. They won’t last long anyway”, his eyes now darted to yours.

Your stomach turned. You could only imagine what he was going to do to you.

“Wear this one for now”, Feitan slowly walked to your bed before handing you another bag. “For dinner. Hired some chef”. “I’m not hungry”, you clenched your jaw. “I don’t care”, he once again grabbed your jaw, “You’ll do as I say. Got it?”, his lips hovering next to your ear. “I’ve been kind until now, haven’t I? I behaved, so you’ll behave too”.

You didn’t answer, you just nodded in response.

“Good. Now put it on”, he leaned back. “N-now?”, you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. “Yes, want to see your body one last time before I have fun with it”. “What do you mean?”, you tried to keep your voice steady. “Put it on”, his cold gaze let you know his patience was running thin.

With shaking hands, you pulled out the nightgown you were wearing from when Feitan kidnapped you. You weren’t wearing anything underneath it, but that didn’t faze you. Feitan had seen your body many times by now. He used to place kisses all over it, making you feel like no one ever had before.

“This one?”, you covered your breasts with your arm. “Yes”, he got closer. You pulled out a beautiful, black dress from the back.

It wasn’t especially short, but it wasn’t long either. The fabric ended just above your knees. It was a tight dress until your belly, where it opened up like a flower. It was a beautiful dress, no doubt about it.

“I’ll close it”, Feitan guided you to a mirror before his hands glided along your waist.

His touch didn’t seem rough at all. It felt just as before.

“You like it?”, he took a step back when he zipped up the dress for you. “Hm”, you nodded in agreement. “Dinner’s at 7”, he cleared his throat before leaving you again.

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You couldn’t eat. There was this lump in your throat that made it feel like you’d throw up if any kind of food entered your mouth.

“I thought sushi was your favorite”, Feitan was sitting on the other end of the table. “It is”, you hastily picked up some food, fearing what might happen if you didn’t eat. “It’s really good”, your eyes widened.

You didn’t realize how much your body needed some kind of fuel. You didn’t eat for at least 2 days now, and you only realized now how hungry you truly were.

“One of the best sushi chefs”, Feitan looked at the kitchen behind him where the chef was preparing more food. He seemed in distress, probably because Feitan made sure he wouldn’t tell a soul you were with him.

After dinner, Feitan guided you back to your room.

“Can I go to sleep?”, you softly asked as you sat down on your bed. “Sleep?”, he tilted his head, “No, it’s time for me to have some fun”. “Fun?”, your breathing started to fasten. “Fun”, his eyes lit up before roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you to another room.

There was nothing in the room except for a chair and a bed. Without any warning, he threw you on the bed and tied your wrists to it.

“What are you going to do?”, your eyes already glossy. “Whatever I want”, a knife in his hand as he slowly crawled on top of you. “I’ve wanted to take you like this since the first time we met”, his nose taking in the scent of your hair. “You know how hard it is to hold back when you’re this pretty? It was almost hard for me to finish at times because you were so boring… Always begging me to kiss you, to take you slow, … I hated it”.

You didn’t answer. There was nothing for you to say. Even when he showed some kindness earlier, you should’ve prepared yourself for this.

He swiftly cut the straps of your dress with his knife, causing it to slide down just beneath your breasts. “Stay still”, his knife firmly pressed against your throat as he noticed you were starting to kick your legs. “Please”, tears streamed down your cheek as he licked up a drop of your blood. “Don’t worry, you’re going to like this”, he looked into your eyes before cupping your cheek, “I’ll be rough, but I won’t be a monster. I know you’re body and when it’s ready for me. Even though you won’t admit it, I know you’ve been craving my touch. I saw it earlier when you were undressing in front of me… Your legs were rubbing against each other when I zipped up your dress. You only do that when you want me”.

Yes. No. Maybe. You knew he was right. Earlier… You wanted him, but you tried to push those thoughts away as much as you could. He wasn’t the man you knew. He was a psychopath, how could you want someone like him?

“Now, stay still”, his nails dug into the soft flesh of your waist as he pulled up your dress with the other. “Feitan, please”, another tear was streaming down your cheek. “Say it. Tell me you want me to stop”, his knee pushed your legs open as his digits hovered over your most sensitive spot. “I’ll stop if you do”, a devilish smirk in his eyes.

But you didn’t want him to. You didn’t care if he was going to be rough, or if he was even going to hurt you. You wanted him.

“See?”, he chuckled at a lack of answer. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve never been this wet for me”, he softly bit on your shoulder. You closed your eyes as you were still trying to fight yourself. “I asked you a question”, his hand wrapped around your throat as he bit your shoulder again. Only harder this time. “S-shit”, you cried out in pain. “I’m going to cover you in bitemarks for ignoring my question”, he loosened his grip around your neck while his fingers slowly entered you. “Fuck”, you arched your back as he left bite marks on your body.

You couldn’t deny it any longer. He made you feel good, better than he ever did.

“Tsk”, Feitan frowned when you came undone around his fingers, “Wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this”. “I-I’m not”, you avoided his gaze as your cheeks turned red. “Liar”, he softly hummed while undressing himself.

Your eyes were glued to his body. Now it was clear why he never took off his shirt.

“Who did that to you?”, you quietly whispered as you noticed his scars. For a second, his eyes widened while his lips were slightly parted.

There was this short-lived moment in his mind where he wanted to let you in and where he wanted you to care for him. An unwilling memory of your arms wrapped around him flashed before his eyes.

“Shut up”, his eyes went dark again, “Don’t talk”.

Afraid of being enchanted by your warm voice again, he thought it better not to hear your voice at all.

He didn’t ask if you were ready for him. It was unnecessary. By now, your legs are already wrapped willingly around his waist. “Feitan”, your eyes closed as his forehead was pressed against yours. “Don’t”, Feitan grunted as he got even rougher, “I don’t want you to enjoy this”.

That was a lie. He wanted you to, more than anything. It wasn’t his intention for you to enjoy this, and he surely didn’t want to leave you so perfectly. In his mind, he wanted to hurt you, to make you bleed, just as he did with all those before you. That’s what he enjoyed. Torture. Not this. This wasn’t like him, and it made him mad but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to hurt you, more so, it would even make him feel bad about himself.

“Sorry”, your lips pressed against each other as a whisper left your chest. “Fuck”, he grunted in agitation.

He didn’t know what to do, but this didn’t feel right.

“Tell me”, he clenched his jaw at the realization of how soft he had gotten for you. “W-what?”, you looked to the side. “Tell me you want me, please”, his eyes were glued to a bitemark he left.

He couldn’t lie. The bruises looked so good on your body, but only because you enjoyed it. If he did something like that while you were crying, begging him to stop…

“I want you, Feitan”, your soft voice melted something inside him as if a fire was lit inside his heart. “Even now? Even when you see who I truly am?”.

“Even now”.

Without thinking twice, he cut the rope that was holding you down.

“Touch me. Like you used to”, he softly grabbed your wrist before placing your hand on the back of his head.

You obeyed as you softly tugged at his dark hair.

“I don’t want to take you slowly like I used to, Y/N”. “You don’t have to”, your legs tightened around his waist.

That was all he needed to hear. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours.

“You feel so good”, your breathing got heavier as you could feel he was getting close. “Yeah?”, his voice low, “Want me to breed you?”. You hastily nodded as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own climax. “Really?”, he chuckled, “You never let me come inside you before. Always crying about being scared to get pregnant”. “P-please Feitan”, you arched your back. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fill you up this time, whether you want me to or not”.

Your legs now started to shake as you came undone around him.

“That’s it. Good girl”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Now look at me and beg”. “P-please Fei, want you to come inside me”. “Want me to put a baby in you? Making you mine forever?”. “P-please”.

Feitan couldn’t contain himself any longer. With heavy breaths and low grunts, he let his head rest against your shoulder.

“Never felt so good”, he slowly pulled out, before placing a soft kiss on the bitemark he left on your shoulder. “Hm”, you happily smiled.

He didn’t know why he decided to act cold again. Honestly, he hated himself for it, but there was something inside him. A feeling he never felt before. Was it fear? Was he scared that you were going to leave him? No. You couldn’t leave him. He kidnapped you and you had nowhere to go. It was something else. He knew you weren’t going to leave, but he was scared you were going to hate him for what he did. Or rather, for who he was. You didn’t know the real him.

“Don’t think this will happen again”, he coldly got up, “You won’t enjoy this next time”.

You lowered your eyes as you watched him put on his clothes.

“Can I-“.

“Go to your room and shower. I don’t care what you do for the rest of the night”, he clenched his jaw before leaving you alone.