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*crawls in here* do you .. have any thoughts on yan Phinks.. any general headcanons or anything of the sort 😶‍🌫️

oh phinks. in my head he is so whipped for his darling. thinks they’re just the neatest thing and kind of wonders if they’re maybe out of his league, which is part of the reason I imagine he goes yandere for them to begin with. can’t have them finding someone better and realizing they could raise their standards after all, lmao. he is like a sopping wet towel to me

@isaut put me onto the idea of him and yung gravy being sort of alike, so now I always think of him as dollar store yung gravy. he’d like to believe he’s the type to fuck milfs and ooze this suave, machismo kind of charm. slaying all the ladies but can’t be tied down to any of them. he’s not, but this becomes especially apparent when darling comes along and suddenly he’s tripping over himself for slivers of their attention.

in my mind it’s almost comical, because he’s not some sweetheart or even particularly endearing. he’s just like. this scowling, intimidating presence following you around trying to be boyfriend material. and he really does try. takes you out on dates (and doesn’t notice how nervous you are when he offers to choke slam some poor fool who spilt their drink on you), brings you food, buys you shit. in his head the “good boyfriend” formula is a simple one to follow: be man, provide for partner, beat shit out of anyone who threaten them :) he’s a protector and a provider! what more could you want lmao

his desperation for your approval could be cute — if you weren’t so aware that there’s just something wrong with him, and that he doesn’t seem to know how to hide it

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Any character? What about Feitan and Chrollo

just did some for chrollo but he is so annoying there’s plenty more

even in a non-yandere relationship chrollo is weird and creepy. he’s good at hiding it though, so you’d really only have a nagging feeling that something was off. he snoops through your stuff when he feels like it, going through your phone, journal, drawers, whatever. you’re just so cute. it’s endearing that you think you can hide stuff from him lmao

tries to act so cool but is actually a grandfather. loves a hot cup of tea at night. thinks a trip to the library is a riveting date idea (he wants to see which books you look at). you bring him with you to a doctors appointment and he picks up a reader’s digest in the waiting room. shoves it in his coat pocket and walks out with it, too.

feitan in a non-yandere context is so fucking funny to me. he’s weird as hell. wants so badly to look like he hates you because he has an Image to keep up, but in reality you’re one of the only people he can stand to be around so he can’t risk running you off. results in him being an unbearably awkward tsundere. wants your positive attention but will never ask for it. gets cranky when you don’t give it to him the way he wants. poor soggy rat baby

a prankster for sure. puts hot sauce in your food while you’re not looking. pours water on your face to wake you up. chases you around with bugs. do NOT prank him back though unless you’re prepared to start a war you will not win

[lliminall]

Chrollo💀🙏

I could write a goddamn encyclopedia on all the ways this man is obnoxious in a relationship

he insists on ordering for you in restaurants but doesn’t necessarily pick something he thinks you’ll enjoy. he mostly picks whatever food he has the most useless knowledge about. pronounces the foreign name perfectly. goes on and on about the technical aspects of the dish. you just wanted some spaghetti you didn’t come here for a fuckin college level culinary course

absorbs all of your interests like a sponge. finds out what your favorite shows and movies are and devours them. he feels like it brings him closer to you and helps him understand you better which is sweet, but then he brings it up in conversation and starts acting like he’s the expert lmao. mansplaining your own favorite media to you

knows all the classic tropes women are attracted to. cuffing his sleeves at his forearms. putting his hand on your seat while he reverse parks. eventually you realize he’s doing all this on purpose and you’re like….sir this is a wendys lmao WHO is he trying to impress with this. cheesy fool

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Do phinks I’m sure that guy has many 💀💀💀

oh phinks. sweet awful phinks.

he really and truly believes he’s so cool. walks around like he’s the hottest shit. you know better but you absolutely can NOT tell him that, it will deflate his ego like a sad, floppy balloon. even if you just make a joke about it, he’ll rag back at you at first and then be like “hol up…they think I’m lame?”

it kinda hurts his feelings ngl because his Image is very important to him but he won’t bring it up himself. will just look at you with that grumpy face and insist nothing’s wrong because he doesn’t want to seem insecure. you have to bring it up yourself and do a very convincing job of telling him he’s actually the baddest and toughest before he lightens up again

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Illumi for the most annoying ask? I wanna see what makes bug eyes icky.

a few people requested illumi so it’s a good thing this man has no shortage of obnoxious behaviors lol

I think he tries to be a provider for you but goes about it in ways that can be. so strange. overbearing. he finds out you’re on your period and is like “I brought you this rare and disgusting supplement that’s supposed to help with cramps. please mix it into the cup of hot tea I had the butlers bring you.” I mean the fact that he’s trying to lessen your pain is itself a huge indicator of how much he cares for you, given that he was raised to accept any and all pain given to him. but like. dude you could be a little more normal about it

you mention offhandedly that you like the snack you picked out at the gas station and the next day there’s a crate full of it in your house. he just looks at you like :)

he really does think he’s killing it lol

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Illumi 🙇‍♀️

illumi…I really do love him, I can’t believe I’ve never written for him before

he’s clingy in such an obnoxious way. like he’ll follow you into the bathroom but he doesn’t even talk when he’s in there. just stares at you with those big doll eyes, or messes around on his phone like he’s not paying attention to you (he’s always paying attention to you). could take a day to get back to your text, but if you take longer than 15 minutes to get back to him he’s double, triple, AND quadruple texting you. the man will not be ignored lol

[lliminall]

Phinks 😄 or nobu

PHINKS…does so much annoying stuff but really doesn’t mean to. he tries to be a good boyfriend he just has no idea what he’s doing lol

tries to be sweet by surprising you with food and getting you gifts and stuff, but he’s not that good at guessing what your tastes are and his taste is god awful. you know that scene in high school musical 2 where Troy gets Gabriela a necklace with his own initial on it? yeah. phinks gives it to you and you’re like…is this mf trying to sign his name on me. he looks so proud when you put it on though you can’t even stay mad at him

he’s actually not horrendous at cooking I think, but sometimes he overestimates his abilities and disaster strikes. the whole house filled with the smell of burnt pasta. he gets really frustrated and you have to open all the windows and reassure him that you can just order takeout lol

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Illumi? If you don't mind

yeah I got some more for him. he is so insufferable

illumi has a sense of humor comparable to a piece of plywood’s. nearly nonexistent. when he does make jokes they tend to be sort of morbid and very dry, but he’ll still look at you and fully expect you to laugh for him.

do not show him memes. he will not laugh and probably won’t get them because he has no social media presence. even if you explain it to him, it’s almost worse if he does find it funny, because his genuine laugh is so fucking unsettling. you try for months to get him to laugh at one of your jokes and the first time you succeed you decide you’ll never do it again. his mouth twitches up into a smile that doesn’t quite reach the rest of his face and his eyes get even wider, and he like. barks out a quick few laughs. like a hyena or something. absolutely not

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when i get to read all ur comments on my fic in the tags. bisousbisousbisous xxxxxxx

it’s always a blessing to see you have a new chrollo fic posted. your characterization of him is just. so. like I’m growling and clawing at the walls that’s what it does to me

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LMAO I GOT A NOTIFICATION FROM TUMBLR THAT YOU POSTED AND IT LITERALLY SAID "your tumblr crush posted" LMAO

lmaoooo the devs on this app…devious I stg 😭

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mista 100% doesn't put the toliet seat down and has a 60/40 chance of making it in the bowl.

it’s true and I hate him for it. honestly I think he gets ragged on too much for being smelly. he had been running around for like a week without a chance to shower when trish called him gross, so I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. but the state of his home…another matter entirely. leave this man alone in a room for 10 minutes and it’s like the mess materializes

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(Yan) “Chrollo, why were you crying before? ….Are you alright?”

tags: gn reader, yandere, chrollo being big sad and a little bit unhinged

In the dark shadow of the room, you could almost convince yourself that Chrollo is praying as he glances up at you. Sat hunched on the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands folded against his forehead as his dark eyes open to meet yours. It would be a funny thought, if it wasn’t so unsettling to see a man of his composure unraveling before you.

For a moment he says nothing, and you wonder if you shouldn’t have said anything about it at all. If you should have stayed in the bathroom and pretended to busy yourself in the shower for another half hour. It feels almost violative to witness him in this state. Your hand itches to flip the switch of the bathroom light, plunge the room into darkness and wipe the image of that expression from your mind.

Chrollo stands and crosses the room in just a few short steps. His hands find rest on the curves of your cheeks, thumbs meandering along the lines of your face.

“I’ve lost someone very important to me,” he says. “Someone I should have been able to protect.”

His eyes are sad, too sad for a man of his kind. It’s wrong on his face, wrong on his body, for someone who’s caused so much grief to be crumbling under the weight of it himself.

“One of your friends again?” you ask.

“Yes,” Chrollo answers with a sad smile. “One of my oldest friends. And there is someone on this boat who is determined to take more from me.”

Your stomach churns nauseatingly. You aren’t sure if it’s the motion of the sea or the man in front of you causing it. Chrollo pulls you into his body, pressing his forehead against yours. He looks at you like he wants to absorb you through his skin. Catalog every detail, every sight, sound, and touch of you in the library of his mind. It feels too much like he’s bracing to lose it. To lose you.

“I see now that I’ve been an idiot,” he says. “Arrogant. An arrogant fool. I didn’t understand how close I was to losing all of you.”

Nausea. Cold, creeping nausea. You want him to drop this unfamiliar act, to become the strong and unwavering force he has always been to you. He can’t be weak. He’s made himself into the only support you have, and he can’t be weak now.

Something sharpens in his gaze.

“But I won’t make the same mistake again. I’ve been weak before, in a long distant past. Did you know that?” He smiles at you as you shake your head. “No, and I won’t be again, now or any time in our future.”

His hands tighten around your face.

“I will be anything, become anything, do anything it takes to keep what belongs to me.”

Nausea. Nausea. Your hands press against his chest in a weak attempt to put space between yourself and this man you don’t recognize. He can’t be this now. Fraying at the ends. He has to be your only constant. Your strong and unbroken constant.

At the pressure on his chest, Chrollo seems to find himself again. The edge in his eyes softens and he’s looking at you again like you’re his favorite dog, shivering while the thunder rages just outside your shelter. Firm hands press your face into the warmth of his chest.

“Chrollo, please. You’re scaring me.” The tremble of your voice muffles into the fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t be afraid, love,” he says. “Nothing is going to to take you from me. And if he tries to—“ his breath catches with a wave of emotion. The fingers in your hair tighten.

The air around you becomes thick with something powerful and suffocating, something cold and cruel that makes your joints lock and skin prickle. It fades as quickly as it comes, and Chrollo breathes slowly, deeply beside you. His hand caresses your hair in slow strokes, an imitation of comfort that does more to ground himself than to sooth you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t cause you to worry about this.” Warm lips press into the crown of your head before he tugs you away from his body to look into your eyes. “You’re safe with me. You always are.”

There’s a knock on the door. He leaves you to turn and pluck his coat from the bed, taking the warmth of his body with him, and you are left standing in the chill of the room with cold skin and damp hair.

“I’ll only be gone a moment,” he says. “Dry yourself off quickly. We’ll be moving rooms again tonight.”

He steps into the hallway where another voice greets him, and the door clicks shut behind him.

Your hair is dripping onto the tile beneath your feet. Chrollo’s voice fades into the depths of the hallway, further, further, until it’s gone.

You lock the door with shaking hands.

[lliminall]

ok but what about yandere giorno who gets jealous super easily to the point where he gets jealous of everything and everyone that has his darling's attention for more than a minute

and when they are meeting up with some of his friends one of them, i don't know, let's say fugo or a random character that you can create, is too touchy for his liking (let's say hugs darling too much or tries to be near them).

how do you think he will react? what will he do?

I live for jealous yans

tags: gn reader, yandere, possessive behavior

You are late coming into the cafe this morning. Or rather, you are a few minutes behind your usual routine, because you haven’t actually agreed to meet Giorno at the little table by the window you love to sit at each morning. It shouldn’t matter. It’s only a few minutes. But this is the only time he’s able to speak with you, and Giorno has already been deprived of your presence for the last week.

It’s a shame that Passione business often keeps him away for such stretches of time, and a greater shame still that you don’t realize just how out of his way he’s gone to align his morning routine with yours. The warm mug of mocha in his hands is adequate at best. The coffee isn’t the reason he comes to this place.

Another glance at his watch, another minute you’ve yet to arrive, and he really doesn’t have much time this morning before he must get back to work. He thumbs at the tube of chapstick in his pocket. Your favorite scent, the label peeling from its time spent in the pockets of your purse. He could imbue it with life, follow it straight to you, find out exactly what’s happened to keep you away-

Ah. There you are.

Meandering distractedly down the street, deep in conversation with an individual he doesn’t recognize. A man who tugs you to the side of the walkway to lean in close and show you something on his phone. You lean in as well, angling to see the screen, and your face is close to his. Too close.

It’s a position Giorno has found himself in once before. Standing in line beside you as you wave him in to look at the newest pictures in your phone’s gallery. He remembers the soft scent of your perfume, the warmth radiating from your skin, his arm nudging yours.

He knows exactly what this man is doing. It’s what Giorno himself does every time he finds a way into your presence. The need to be near you.

You’re laughing at whatever this man has shown you. The energy of it sends you curling into yourself, further into the space of this…intruder. The man doesn’t look away from you for even a second as you straighten and settle down, distracted again by whatever video is playing in front of you. Giorno knows the look in this man’s eyes. He knows, as well, that you’re as oblivious to it on him as you are of it on Giorno.

There is something cold settling into the core of Giorno’s chest. Frigid. Tight. Bitter. You look up at the man to chatter at him animatedly, and he leans against the wall behind him to gaze down at you with something not unlike infatuation. He settles into your space and his thigh touches yours. You don’t seem to notice. You don’t pull away.

Giorno stands and brushes smoothly past the doorway.

“Ah, signorina,” he greets you as he crosses the street. “I was beginning to think you’d slept in again. And here I was thinking you wouldn’t get to enjoy the croissant I saved for you.”

“Oh my god. You did not,” you say, but your face betrays your excitement. For all your insistence against him paying for your morning meals, you’ve never once turned down food from him.

“It was the last one and I thought you might appreciate it,” he says. Giorno looks briefly at the man standing beside you, who straightens and casts Giorno a perturbed look. It’s quickly wiped away as you turn to face him.

“Carlo, this is my friend Giorno. We both come to this cafe a lot,” you say.

Carlo gives Giorno a short smile.

“Good to meet you,” he says. “I’m a high school friend of theirs. (Y/n) and I got into a lot of trouble together, right?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Whatever. You got into trouble, I saved your ass before your parents could find out.”

Carlo gives you a genuine smile, and that tightness in Giorno’s chest returns.

“(Y/n) does seem to have a knack for doing charity work,” Giorno says. “I often have to remind them to pick their battles. Sometimes it isn’t worth the effort.”

His friendly expression belies the barb in his words. Carlo looks at Giorno for a hard second, as if deciding whether or not he’s been insulted, and whether or not he should do something about it. Giorno takes the opportunity to turn to you again.

“Should I finish off your croissant myself?” he says. “I would hate for it to go to waste.”

“What? No!” you say, and pull away from Carlo with a laugh. “It was nice catching up with you,” you tell your friend as you motion for Giorno to follow you. “I’m starving. But we should finish talking another time!”

Carlo nods and waves you goodbye with a look on his face that hasn’t quite processed what just happened. In the span of a few seconds Giorno has snatched you up again, sparing one last glance at your interloper before turning on his heel and offering you his arm to cross the road.

Giorno holds the door open as you slip inside, falling straight into your usual seat at your usual table and digging happily into the food he left for you. He settles in with his mocha again, feeling the bitterness fade into a subtle thrum beneath his skin.

“I know what you were doing back there,” you say in between bites of food. “If I was feeling bold today, I’d say you were acting a little…” you place your finger to your chin in faux contemplation, fixing him with a stare that’s chastising, but playful enough that he knows he gotten away with it. “Jealous?”

Giorno hides his smile behind his mug.

“Can you blame me?” he asks. “It’s been far too long since I had the pleasure of your company. And your food was getting cold.”

You level him with an unimpressed stare as you chew your cold croissant.

“Giorno Giovanna. You’re lucky I let you bribe me with food.”

He watches you, content, as you finish off your breakfast.

“And lucky that I let you run other men off when you haven’t even asked me out yourself,” you add knowingly.

Giorno pauses with his cup midway to his mouth. His pulse skips, and for the first time he feels as if he’s the one under the weight of your analyzing stare. It’s a nice feeling, to be held under the microscope of your undivided attention. He clears his throat.

“Well. In that case, you’ll have to let me buy you dinner next. So you can tell them you have a boyfriend, and run them off yourself.”

You take a long sip of your coffee and smile at him. “I guess I will.”

The bitterness under his skin thrums quietly, but Giorno presses it down to bask fully in the light of your (finally, finally) shared affection.

There’s a phone in his pocket with a number that can take care of your interloping friend in minutes. There are any number of ways he can excise this miserable emotion from himself. A threat, an accident, a well-placed accusation of wrongdoing on your annoying new friend. Giorno supposes it will depend on his mood once he leaves you here.

But for now, he will let you ramble to him about the work day you have coming up, your plans for the weekend, your new favorite show. He’ll let you lean in close to him to show him that funny video, and he’ll lay his hand over yours to steady the phone as you dip into his space.

There’ll be time to figure out how to deal with this blight, after he’s satiated himself with the knowledge that you’re his, his, his.

The video ends and you curl your fingers into his, entwining your hands on the table.

Lucky, indeed.

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❣️Imagine❣️reader waiting for chrollo on their bed, all dressed up in lingerie, with one of his favourite book on her hand, wanting to seduce him when he gets back home. Turns out he's late. So reader starts to read the book for real, and she's immersed in it, didn't even realize that he's home. He's so turned on I bet, giving her praise and kisses, and reader would kiss him back too, but that's about it cuz her mind is still on that book. "Wait. Let me finish this chapter first" yeah she's not gonna put the book down any time soon and he'll just give up, sighing as he plops himself down next to her

lmaooooo now this is relatable content

I think he would find it kind of endearing, how enthralled you become with his books. especially if you’ve poked fun at him for his “old man” taste in literature in the past. it’s also a bit of a fun challenge for him. how much can he tease you before you really do cave? cuddling up behind you, pressing his hips into your ass, trailing his fingertips over your bare thigh while he reads over your shoulder. offering his own commentary into your ear with a low voice.

or maybe it doesn’t work at all and he really doesn’t get laid that night and now you get to deal with him moping around after popping his ego lol, put that man in his place

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Hello hello I am the same feitan loving anon from before!! I just had to let you know that the line “power wash 3000 sloppy toppy” absolutely killed me and I was reading this in the car with my mom 💀 I forced myself to read it multiple times because it made me giggle so damn much 😭😭😭 also loved Paku and Machi 🥺 they wouldn't treat me right but I love them anyways 💙

I figured since I'm here I might as well ask this too: how tf would yanderes deal with a darling during their period 😔 feel like feitan would just be so mean about it! Mocking my pain and pawing at my boobs even though they hurt 😭😰 mean, mean man right there

Anyways, periods are homophobic and I hate them but lovely writing as always!!

anon!! thank you for the kind words, I’m glad my dumbass sense of humor landed well with you lol 😭

the power this question holds…our brains must be syncing because I’ve been thinking about period sex with the yans lately, so I had to take this as an opportunity to write out some headcanons for some of my faves hehe

Feitan is absolutely an asshole about it but he’s also very, very into it. Firstly because it allows him to indulge his sadistic side a bit more, given how sensitive your body is. You’re absolutely right about the boob thing, he’d be kneading the tender fat on your chest and pinching your tits just to see how your face twists up underneath him.

He also loves how needy you become during that time of the month. You can try your hardest not to show it, but he’s more than aware of how good an orgasm feels when you’ve been miserable in bed with cramps all day. Maybe he can even pat himself on the back for it later, when you’ve come three times and the endorphins have numbed your poor body enough that you can finally drift off to sleep. Good boyfriend behavior if he says so himself, you should show a little more gratitude to him for it tbh. (not that he’d ever EVER call himself something as sappy as your boyfriend but you get the point lol)

And of course the blood is nothing he’d shy away from, if anything it’s an added bonus. Not only because it works as a natural lube, but also because it creates such a raw, carnivorous experience for him. Cutting people down is a hobby of his. He’s done it for long enough that the smell of blood becomes exhilarating, and to smell it while he’s driving his hips into yours only gets him that much more worked up. It paints such a striking mess across your torsos, smearing down your thighs, the sheets, and everywhere his hands touch after he fingers you to climax. It’s Feitan lmao I hope y’all weren’t expecting it to be wholesome 😭

can I be extra gross and say that he’d even be willing to eat you out, if you got him riled up enough? hm maybe another time lmao

Chrollo doesn’t mind the blood. It isn’t particularly off-putting or attractive to him. What he loves about period sex is the opportunity it gives him to prove how well he can take care of you. Your cramps are keeping you up? And the painkillers aren’t working? How unfortunate. Lucky for you, he knows just the thing that will take your mind off of it :)

You just don’t have the energy to talk back and refuse him when you’re like this. And…it does make you feel better. He’s so gentle with your body, asking you what feels good, what hurts, bringing you to climax as many times as you’ll allow him. He’s basically a dream boyfriend through all of it. It’s confusing and frustrating, and 100% intentional on his part. He wants to show you how good he could be to you, how prepared he is to give you everything you want (minus a few minor things like, uhh your freedom) if you’d just behave for him.

He’ll take care of you in any way you’ll let him. Ordering in comfort foods, bathing you, throwing a heating pad in the microwave, putting on any dumb show you want to watch and cuddling on the couch. In the beginning I think he would offer all of this himself, but after you two have been through it a few times and you get used to it, I can see him being a little shit and making you ask for it yourself. You’re looking at him all expectantly and he just plays dumb. You’re going to have to ask for it and he wants you to be very specific. Tell him you want him to fuck you or it’s not happening. Ugh

Machi feels a little bad about it, but she comes to almost look forward to your periods. She’s a high-level nen user and hers don’t bother her much, but the same sure can’t be said about you. You just look so pitiful lying on the bed with your heating pad clutched to your belly. So when she comes to offer you help, she can act like she’s doing it for your benefit, obviously. If it’ll get you to stop moping around then fine, she’ll finger you a bit, if she must 🙄✋

It lets her feel like she’s doing something good for you. Getting you painkillers, bringing you a hot pad, refilling your pads and tampons without being asked. She feels more guilt than she’d like to over forcing you to be here with her, and providing for you like this soothes that ache a bit. Of course, she’ll never admit any of it. You’ll probably feel like you’re a burden to her, like she does it all out of begrudging obligation. Maybe someday you’ll be familiar enough to see through the act.

Don’t call her bluff though. It’s humiliating enough to be so wrapped around your finger, but for you to become aware of that fact…it might be more than she can gracefully handle.

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psssst... do you have any spicy feitan head cannons? 👁️ like him eating you out during your period ones or in general lmao

the way I have been foaming at the mouth waiting for someone to ask me about this 💀 god bless u for this ask lol. I was just going to do some headcanons but this ended up turning into a whole scenario, I am so fucking whipped for this man 😭

🚨MDNI GIANT RED ALERT WARNING FOR PERIOD PUSSY EATING THIS IS MY KINK I AM NOT HOLDING BACK🚨

feitan ain’t no bitch. he will absolutely eat it all times of the month, provided you can behave well enough and get him riled up

I feel like he uses oral as a reward for good behavior. it’s something he wouldn’t be willing to do unless you’d been with him for a while (because I imagine he sees it as something intimate and it makes him a wittle bit shy 👉👈). it’s a little treat. for you AND for him but you don’t need to know that second part

if you’re on your period and you’ve been a little shit, he will absolutely leave you there to suffer. but if he’s satisfied with how you’ve been acting recently, it’s a perfect opportunity to reward you, ease your pain, and satisfy his period sex kink which I’ve already covered in unnecessary detail lmao.

to make a long fuckin story short he likes blood, and you don’t have to put in that much work to convince him he’d even be ok with having some in his mouth

the situation I’m thinking of goes like this: he’s been fingering you for a while. you’re so sensitive and wet and he can already feel the blood stringing across his fingers and smell a little bit of that sharp, metallic scent permeating the air.

it’s not something he’s unfamiliar with. feitan has been a fighter for his entire life. it’s a favorite pastime of his. and to smell it in this context, coming off of you, while you look so slutted out and desperate underneath him…it gets him excited. bricked up PAINFULLY in his children’s size medium pants lmao

your lips part, mouth hanging open uselessly while he’s working between your legs, and the sight is too tempting for him. without stopping to think, he reefs his fingers from your cunt and holds them up to your lips. you only hesitate for a second, eyes widening as you realize what he wants you to do, before you lean forward and suck his fingers into your mouth.

his breath hitches. the wet heat of your mouth has his dick twitching in his pants. your tongue is running over the pads his fingers, eyes slipping closed, the softest moan vibrating through his hand as you do exactly what’s asked of you. you’re being so, so good for him, and you’re enjoying it.

the taste is tart, metallic, and tinged with the savory undertones of your slick. he lets you suck gently until he can’t hold himself back anymore.

when his lips crash into yours, his tongue follows immediately after, sliding across yours and taking that taste for himself. of course, he’s tasted blood before. his own, plenty of times. an enemy’s, a few unfortunate times. but never yours. not like this.

his thoughts go back to the space between your legs, and before he can think, he’s dragging his mouth down your neck, your chest, your belly…hovering over your messy slit.

your tummy tenses when you feel his breath between your legs. no one’s ever taken you into their mouth like this before, not when you’re bleeding and needy and cramping and-

he places a tentative kiss onto your clit. just testing the waters. he’s never done this before, either.

and then he kisses you again, a bit more openly, a bit more forcefully, tasting more of that iron and slick on his tongue, and now his mind is made up. he licks a long, slow stripe from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit, and you keen. back arching. fingers curling into his hair. it makes him groan into your heat.

from there, he’s completely without shame. no hesitation as he goes in on your weeping pussy, every sob and gasp from your lips egging him on. it feels good to be the only one making you feel like this. it feels good to be the cure for your pain. it feels fucking amazing to see you come right up to that edge and beg him to please, please push you over.

when you come, he’s thankful for the way your eyes squeeze shut and your head tips back. you can’t see his own expression, obsessed and damn near adoring, as you fall apart under his mouth. he’s going to work you until you’re fisting his hair and shoving his head away. he’s going to kiss your mouth bloody and fuck you raw into the red-stained mattress. he’s going to pull out just to empty onto your sloppy pussy, mixing his cum, your cum, your blood.

it’s the first time for both of you, but it’s sure not going to be the last

maybe next time he’ll find a way to get his own blood mixed in there, too