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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡

Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.

I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”.

“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”.

Your voice… So soft, so innocent…

“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure.

“Water”.

“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around.

“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”.

Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.

“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”.

No. He didn’t want them to take you.

“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”.

“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”.

“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”.

“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”. “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table.

His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling.

“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply.

“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”.

Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were.

“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”.

“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”.

He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks.

“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”.

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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow.

He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance…

“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”.

“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you.

“I’m lucky?”.

“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”.

“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”.

“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”.

“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”.

“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”.

What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life.

“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous.

“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist.

Right. This was the moment he started to hate you.

“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks.

How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself.

“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.

“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”.

No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first.

“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”.

“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”.

You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him…

“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.

Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…

“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”.

“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”.

“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression.

He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to.

“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”.

Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking.

“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest. “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”.

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dreams-writings · 8 months

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Reverse Interrogation -

Part 4

[Top!Feitan Portor x sub!Reader]

‼️NSFW / MDNI‼️

Synopsis: For the first time in his life, Feitan fails an interrogation. Refusing to admit defeat and give up his perfect track record when it comes to his specialty, he begrudgingly allows reader to strike a bargain in exchange for her secrets.. and is shocked to learn what she truly wants. His body. Frustrated and furious with his predicament, he angrily accepts her conditions purely for the sake of the Troupe, agreeing to do as she says. No other reason...

[After their first frivolous encounter together, Feitan finds himself unable to forget about the woman who took him so eagerly. He breaks into her house unannounced and returns the favor.]

TW: smut, mentions of torture / violence, stalking, breaking and entering, vulgar language, degradation, shower sex, (dubcon???)

Taglist: @chrollosbiggeststan @astresoleil @altaircc

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Feitan stared at his bland expression reflecting in the bathroom mirror, blinking slowly in the midst of deep thought as he took in the details of his face. He almost never used to do this, but lately, he'd found himself lingering here in this spot, for longer than normal. He studied his features and sighed in discontentment, eyes narrowing into frustrated puzzlement.

What did she see in this face that she liked so much? He could not find it.

A thin finger was raised to gingerly trace over stress lines hollowing out the appearance of his dark gray eyes. He looked.. worn down. Moreso than he realized he probably did on a daily basis prior to paying more attention. He could at least understand now what she meant about that, calling him an overworked man - but he also failed to see why she called him pretty so many times, too. Was she blind?

His conclusion after so much self analysis was that he was rather boring and unremarkable looking. His face had softer features, almost dainty for a typical male, but his eyes were sharp and cold. He was just unapproachable as a whole. There was nothing particularly special here, that he could understand might catch the attention of a beautiful girl. Therefore, to his dismay, he couldn't emphasize whatever it was to maybe... He didn't even know.. earn more of her favor?

That thought entered his mind completely out of nowhere as he understood the truth about his behavior and he scoffed in disgust at himself.

A girl fucking complimented him and made him feel special...now he was apparently putting subconscious effort into earning more positive attention. What an intolerable display of attachment. Surely his friends in the Troupe would laugh at him for this.

He gave up on twirling his shoulder length ebony locks between his fingers, slipping his hands back into his pockets and giving himself one last disapproving sneer in the mirror before turning tail and stalking off. He had showered and groomed himself more nicely lately, and a little more meticulously, even if he had had fairly good habits prior.

There was nothing Feitan could think of, to make himself look nicer anyway. He'd briefly considered maybe asking Machi for a haircut or something.. but he was frightened to mess it up when that girl had pointed out how perfect it was to her already. He didn't get it.. he never fussed with his hairstyle and it wasn't anything special, just a plain midlength look with minimal effort put into it, and his long bangs framed his face. He combed it sometimes. That was it.

But he didn't want to acknowledge what he was doing right now and why - that he even cared remotely what that woman thought of him. Because that was embarrassing. And he also didn't want to draw attention to himself amongst his fellow Troupe mates, and accidentally tip them off that something was on his mind lately. He would still rather fucking die than let them find out about that interrogation.

As a result, he probably ended up looking more suspicious than not, slinking around the base at night all mysteriously. He'd glance around nervously with a flash of guilt in his eye as he disappeared out an open window, completely silent and stealthy. Phinks had caught him down the hall once, smiling and casually asking what he was up to at this hour, and Feitan quickly blurted out some poor excuse before proceeding on his little private mission. Good thing Phinks could be kind of obtuse.

But.. Chrollo.. curse him and his keen eyes. Chrollo kept a sharp watch on his Troupe and he was also insufferably intelligent. Multiple times now, he'd felt Chrollo's eyes lock upon the crested skull on the back of his jacket, and even worse - the man didn't question him or speak. He just watched... Observing Feitan's hurried, frantic efforts to slip away without speaking up a single time. Feitan would hunch down lower and attempt to conceal his presence, picking up his pace until he was moving as quickly as one could while also trying to seem nonchalant. If he could just.. look busy. Appear casual, but like he had something important to do that was normal and not shameful or secretive. All a very difficult task wrapped in a painful contradiction.

But so long as the man didn't say a word to him, he would continue doing as he pleased, and worry about the stress this caused him later during the following day. Sure enough, it would eat away at him. He'd accidentally shoot a few anxious glances in Chrollo's direction as if trying to determine if the man knew and if he was upset about it or not.

Yeah... Chrollo probably knew about his private activities.

Their boss wasn't a fool. Feitan knew that. And he also hated that Chrollo so happened to be the only one who knew what was done to him recently. He almost wished the dark haired man would question him on his nightly werabouts... Since it would make everything less vague between them.

Luckily, that night, he was pretty sure he'd managed to sneak away without being noticed or seen. The Phantom Troupe were encouraged to be individualistic and persue their own interests of course, so it wasn't a rule he was breaking or anything like that, he just didn't want anyone to figure out that something was different for him. Feitan was not ready to admit to any sort of interest in someone, whether it be physical attraction or plain selfish desire. Therefore it was instinct for him, and also simply just easier, to keep denying it to himself and others in his proximity.

He was an assassin, so this was his strong suit. In fact, he could daresay that he was the best of the best, at his current skill level. He was a prodigy in a sense amongst most other nen users, in terms of statistics.

Feitan broke into a swift, anxious trot once he was out of sight from the Troupe's base, weaving skillfully through the city once he reached the actual territories of dense civilization. He had a ways to go, and would often pick up a taxi, just to make the journey easier over to her suburban home. He never minded though - he enjoyed the private time in silence, wondering if today... He would finally break through his stubbornness and actually show himself.

For the past few weeks he would get himself ready, fretting over how he looked like a god damn teenage girl, and then show up at her home just to stand there and stare at it in defeat. The cute little house was warm and inviting, with a lot of thought put into both the exterior and interior. It all just felt like territory a man like him shouldn't trespass on. Like a devil, setting foot in a church.

But how did he know about the interior if he'd never broken in? Well, he trespassed anyway, finding what he considered to be a god damn gift from the heavens above - a window with clear visibility into both her bedroom and bathroom areas, and a wonderfully planted thick brush of foliage to keep him hidden as well. His dark attire easily blended in, and just as he was conditioned to do in Meteor City, he used his perfect stealth to slip completely unnoticed to and from his spot as he pleased. Eventually, Feitan scouted out other places to watch her activities if she didn't happen to be in her room, but it was rare. The only times she'd venture out was on the occasion of eating or needing to complete chores.

So, he slinked carefully into his usual spot, planting his feet down into the slight dip in the dirt which had been weighed down and compacted over time beneath his constant presence these past few weeks. She didn't do much besides eat ice cream in bed and watch TV.. sometimes she would read, or draw, or perhaps listen to music.

He knew her routines by now - roughly what time she would start her bedtime ritual, and when she actually fell asleep. He knew how often she showered, and how long it took her to do so. Feitan even knew that she didn't like to wear much other than her underwear to bed.

He hadn't caught a glimpse of her in the shower yet, as it was just out of view, but he had caught a lovely peek of her changing at one point, the unexpected occurrence having made his dick go hard in his pants within a matter of seconds. He had stood up and rushed home to take care of the problem, trying to immortalize the image in his brain forever.. or at least until he finished jerking off.

The frustration was near intolerable. Especially after that incident. It was as if, her body had awoken something in him after he was first introduced to such intimacy with a girl like her, and since then.. he was insatiable. His mind was plauged by visions, dreams, memories.. replaying sounds and delightful images in his head of how she moved, how she spoke.. god.. and how she looked. Mind hazy with lust, he wanted her again so badly. But how could he have her? Why was he hesitant?

His need only grew over time. He couldn't just have such a wonderful thing one time and then let it go. Rather, that seemed more cruel, than allowing a person to just remain blissfully ignorant to what they're missing out on. Now.. she'd ruined him. He partially loathed her for it.

Breaking and entering wasn't difficult. He was small, and he knew what he was doing. Rather, this was practically the easiest task you could give to someone like him. Chrollo often gave him the assignment of being the first to enter during high stakes heists, and he pulled it off without a sweat each time, having full confidence in his capabilities.

He wasn't sure what did him in that evening but upon that specific night, his resolve finally broke down, and he felt his feet moving before he could think. Maybe it was the fact that his target for obsession had disappeared, out of sight from his hungry gaze to bathe in the shower. And he was tired of waiting. Tired of teasing himself - of travelling this far only to never actually indulge.

So why now, of all times, was he restless?

Feitan's heart raced as he crept in through an open window.. he kept track of what safety aspects this girl was most prone to forgetting when her house was involved and he oftentimes would find himself chiding - shaking his head. "Stupid, dumb girl.." he would mutter to himself.

"Just asking for bad people to take advantage. So reckless." Her ignorance and naivety displeased him. Drove him insane, actually. When he was gone he sometimes worried that her antics would attract another not much unlike himself. Well.. he was said dangerous person now, in this instance. The intruder he so feared might infringe on her life was him. But.. what he actually meant was someone other than him. That would be unacceptable.

His clothes would silent pool into a puddle of fabric beside her own just outside the shower - the pitter patter of flowing water concealing whatever sound that would've made.. had Feitan been an amateur that is. Completely bare, on light feet, he brushed aside her shower curtain and felt the heat rush to his body as his eyes finally landed on her stunning visage.

As he glided through a separate open window like a ghost, it was difficult not to tremble with excitement, and in that moment Feitan felt a similar rush of thrill, to the adrenaline he got stalking an unknowning victim before silencing them for good. He knew the layout - he was familiar with her home after weeks of stalking. Mapping it all out for this moment. He felt like an animal again, closing in on a prey item, heart racing while he compensated for his lust with absolute flawless nen control. Yes, he could easily hush his aura into silence, and keep himself concealed despite his intentions.

His chest tightened, a blooming warmth rising down below as he took in the lovely feminine shape of her backside. So soft.. glistening.. fingers gliding through her wet hair. She was entirely preoccupied.. lost and caught up in her own little world. He could almost laugh to himself, sinisterly wondering why a woman in such a dire political standing with a bunch of criminals would ever live alone. He'd teach her a lesson.

At the same time, he pressed his warm body to her back, feeling hot water collide with his skin as he joined her under the stream. Feitan chuckled.. a low and dark noise whilst a smirk played across his cheeks. It was satisfying to strike fear into her heart after all the blasphemous embarrassment she put him through last time their bodies embraced like this. He could barely hold back a groan of satisfaction, the power trip of restraining her and bending her over in such a vulgar way making his blood tremble with euphoria.

Having stepped into the shower to join her, unbeknownst to her, Feitan inched forward.. slowly. He could hardly believe their closeness. His skin was vibrating, as if realizing and responding of its own volition to his stunning, beautiful, flawless object of obsession being only mere centimeters away. He suddenly lurched fast - a hand wrapping around her face to lock around her jaw in an iron grip, effectively cutting off her voice and muffling her recoiling scream of terror.

"What is wrong.. not expecting me?" He mocked her in his soft, leering tone. The woman was shaking, attempting to recover from the jolt to her fight or flight brain. Surprisingly, she was compliant, or perhaps she was shocked into a frozen state. "Don't recognize me..? You invite me here yourself.. not very hospitable..."

He snickered in delight as she recalled his name correctly. "That's right... smart girl.. saying my name.." he was satisfied that she realized who he was just by the sound of his voice and the feel of his firm body, despite their one-off naughty interaction having taken place weeks ago. He groaned, feeling a hint of relief as he traced his cockhead against the tight rim of her entrance, the muscles clenching of their own accord at the feeling of his intrusion as if to kiss his tip. Inviting him in... He thought.

Feitan released his firm grip from her mouth as he had mainly wanted to just give her a quick fright for revenge, and also, to silence the scream he knew would annoy him if he didn't intervene with it. As soon as she was allowed her voice again, she just gasped, feeling the man behind her begin to rub needily against her. "F-Feitan-"

Feitan had done enough waiting. He knew she wanted him, of course she did - she went out of her way to have sex with him before and even sacrificed a great deal for it. He didn't give her a chance to move, reposition, anything.. he just wanted to take her right here like an animal and fuck her wildly into abandon. So he did. One second he had stepped into her shower and the next he was pushing his dick into her without restraint.

He heard his favorite woman cry out in astonishment, her hips bending to lift her ass and accomodate his advances, a sneer of triumph appearing on his features as he realized this signalled she did want it. So.. no formalities after all. This was exactly, precisely, perfectly what he'd wanted. No talk - just sex. Part of him began to marvel and question all over again how mad she must be, to not mind a man breaking into her secure home just to torment her with fear, bend her over, and take her like a whore.. but... he had basically already established before during their first time together that she was fucking mental anyway. A woman that knew no fear - either because of her inhuman tolerance to pain, or because something else was amiss.

Feitan didn't hesitate to start at an eager pace, pumping long strokes into her with selfish force behind every thrust, his hips kissing her supple thighs and ass in a passionate rhythm. Given her dominant attitude before, Feitan was surprised to have caught her off guard this badly, and that she wasn't fighting back - but then again he hadn't really given her a chance to turn the tables on purpose.

She was clever and she'd won with her wits before. He hadn't given her the opportunity to speak. Rather, he utilized his upper hand. Physical strength. What could she do now? Feitan had her at his mercy, her dainty hands reaching desperately for the slippery shower walls to hold herself up, moaning and whimpering loudly enough that it reverberated into the space above.

The slick, wet noises of shower fucking were a drug to him. She felt good at this angle.. fucking incredible actually. The more he pushed her body and bent her over into a strenuous position, the more her walls would tighten in response around him. A glimmer of his cruel side shone through, as his love for total control often caused this to happen when he received maybe too much power. It appeared as a mean twinkle in his eye, the sides of them crinkling up.

"Disappointed how easy you break.. thought you were tough. Now you cry my name out, like I own you as personal toy..."

Feitan wrapped a possessive arm around her waist and pulled her in closer, hoisting her up slightly by the hips to fuck her deeper and better, a sinister giggle of glee passing by his lips and through his breathless pants of ecstasy. The shrill whimper he'd earned from the shift in position let him know he was rubbing up on a good spot for her.

The woman was sobbing under him, stuttering out syllables of his name like a chant to a God, and Feitan purred in response to this pathetic display which so pleased him.

"What's wrong..? Feel so good you can't even talk? Use words, girl... If you can even use brain right now..."

His husky groans and growls were drowned out by her cries and wails, Feitan deciding at one point to shove his fingers into her mouth to somewhat stifle the volume when it reached levels slightly beyond his preference. He liked her tightly pressed beneath his body, his chest flush against her back just below her shoulder blades, and his strong arm supporting her weight as her weak legs could barely keep her upright.

Feitan watched her knees tremble, and her pretty, soaked hair fall around her face into a curtain that concealed every feature except her gaping "O" shaped lips, fingers having found the faucet to the tub to clench onto for support. Or for dear life, rather.

At some point, nonetheless, Feitan had had his fun teasing her and he was done with that, focused moreso now on mindless pleasure and chasing that sensation of how good he felt. She was taking his rough treatment rather well, but.. he was calming down.

While typically sex tends to escalate in speed and pace, Feitan found himself going from a feral approach to a softer one once he had relaxed here with her in the shower, and his instinctive predatory prey drive had gone down after the initial spike of thrills.

He was just fixated on how her vaginal walls made him feel right now.. velvety and smooth with such a comforting squeezing grip right around where he was most sensitive. Like a snug sleeve, he revelled in the sensation, subconsciously going slower to revisit and remember the particular shapes, textures, and structure of her insides. His breathing ragged and heavy, he dragged his cock in and out of her while watching himself enter her each time in total fascination. His eyes, transfixed, as if under a charmed spell.

Fuck. He'd had wet dreams about her just like this for ages now.. he'd closed his eyes and desperately tried to cling onto every detail from that single experience, cursing and swearing in frustration when he realized he'd been too flustered and brainless that time to actually focus on storing memory for future use. Now.. this time.. he would be sure to burn it into his mind and never take this for granted. He would etch every detail of her beautiful weeping pussy into his permanent memory, from the sensory pleasures of his body, to forever reference when he craved this again.

He liked the way he could feel his tip bend further into her if he pressed his hips a little deeper, and the bump of her cervical entrance when he bottomed out.

He was losing himself in it like the first time.

"S-so good.." he let this slip mindlessly and without meaning to. His intention was to refrain from showing weakness this time around but he was really starting to throb and ache down there, the octave of his moans raising slightly into a more wanton, needy sound.

"Feitan-" the woman who'd caught his eye spoke his name so sweetly and so blissfully. It was music to his ears, making him sigh in delight at hearing it spoken so adorably. She was too fucking good.. so good. So strangely demure and fragile in all the right ways. Or perhaps it was just feminine allure, the kind that had him carnivorous and hellbent on his primitive breeding urges.

"Feitan, can I have your cum again please..?"

She used the most honey sweet voice on him.. he shuddered and felt his eyes roll backwards in ecstasy at the mere idea of her begging to have his seed just one more time. She sounded like an angel beckoning him in.

Feitan wanted to taunt her but he couldn't do it. He couldn't hold out any longer and he lacked control. Rather, he was too weak to this, breaking down into a quivering mess whilst violently spilling his semen into her rather disgracefully. It was the strength of the orgasm that made it so vicious - a shiver ripping through his body and tearing through his spine like an unforgiving jolt of electric shock. His whole body was left tingling and throbbing.

Feitan was not so ashamed this time, having had the satisfaction of dominating her; his shakey moans filled their shared space and he rode out his high with a few last shallow ruts into her heat. All he could think about was how good his dick felt. How good his body was feeling right now.

Rather than pushing her further down to take his load in an unbecoming position, he pulled his woman upright and pressed her into him, a hand wrapping firm around her hip to press down possessively over her womb as he stuffed it with his essence. He felt he was marking her in a way - claiming her, by cumming in her. While such an intimate part of him remained inside of her, she would always be tainted by him.

Faintly, he sort of comprehended that she was saying his name now.. praising him in some way which he could only half understand as he gained back his senses. Feitan felt his ears were sort of ringing and pounding.. his vision had gone a little strange. White at the corners. But he wasn't concerned really, nothing hurt and it wasn't in a bad way. Rather, the climax had been so good that he still felt a nice radiant warmth in his lower parts. He could tell he was very sensitive.

This would become a problem soon after when the women unexpectedly flipped around in his grasp, the light movement being enough to make Feitan hiss her name out in protest. His girl would pause and raise a brow.

"...you alright then?"

She would ask. After all it was the first time he had ever actually voiced her name. She'd left it for him on her note, but.. until now he hadn't seemed to want to use it. Perhaps it was a subconscious mistake.

Feitan, on the other hand, just huffed at her in exasperation. He couldn't believe that she was worried about him. The reliable strength of his arms were the only thing holding her up anyway - her legs were jelly and he could tell. "Fine, fine-" he brushed her off, panting just a few more times to regain his breath and his composure. The woman giggled and Feitan tensed. The contraction of her diaphragm had caused a light squeeze - an unexpected sensation.

That's right. That laugh.. the sound she made usually before making fun of him.

"So then are you done fucking me like a desperate, male dog in a rut... or what? You're way too horny."

Feitan just deadpanned at her. Was she really calling him something like that right now? Unfortunately, deep down, he knew it was true. He just sniffed bitterly in reply.

"That's now how I taught you to touch women. Remember? I showed you how. Before you got anything from me.. I made you watch. Tsk.. did you not absorb a damn thing I so graciously demonstrated?"

Feitan winced and he gave a choked gasp as the girl pressed her hips down gently. They were still connected by their sexes - and the simple movement, despite how gentle, was enough to send him reeling due to sensitivity.

"Naughty, selfish, self centered.. I was trying to condition you to understand you have to wait to get off and put your woman first. Clearly it didn't sink in. Maybe you need.. a refresher? You'll never make a woman cum if you fuck her like that. Sloppy work."

Feitan's jaw dropped at her ridicules and critiques. Mostly because of her arrogance. For the first time though since before, he was seeing her personality shine through. The one he had been expecting to have to counteract - the one that tied him up in a knot before and had him melted into a mess by the time she was done with him.

Admittedly he both loved and despised it. Even now, her words made his blood boil. The sheer arrogance. He wanted to snap at her for even thinking that a man who'd just broken into her apartment unannounced had a single care for how she felt. But he also found himself speechless by the madness of it all. Reminded, again and again, that a screw must be loose somewhere in that brain. He wasn't a disobedient animal to be trained. He was a very real, very dangerous criminal with a bloody body count to his name.

It was also difficult to protest because the woman was actually facing him now and that intense gaze of hers was locked on his eyes. Her body was so close.. her tits flush to his chest and her hips locked to his. Her arms were beginning to dance around his waist, and Feitan whined softly as she started moving again.

"I'm gonna show you one more time.. how to touch a girl..."

Feitan was frozen as he felt her hand reach for his and as he expected, it was placed at the perfect seam between her legs.

Admittedly, he didn't want this to end. She was so close.. her smell was intoxicating even beneath the steam of the hot water, her eyes were filled to the brim with promises of a tempting challenge, and her voice was hypnotic. Drawn in, Feitan was carried by his desire to stay comfortably nestled deep inside her. He was softening up a bit but he was still blissfully comfortable like this. He loved warming his cock inside her.

Hesitantly, he would play along, knowing what she wanted. His middle finger coaxed her folds apart gently and be began to press his fingers down, anticipating the need to work quickly if he wanted to stimulate her.

To his surprise the woman gasped sharply and stopped him, snatching his wrist. "S-soft.. softer.. go slow. Like you're petting something gently. Sensual circles.. but that's.. the right spot.

Feitan prodded lightly at her clit again and felt her stiffen. Was it really that sensitive? He paused, finding himself admittedly curious, before he traced his finger in a leisurely, light circle around the bundle of nerves. To his surprise and fascination, she immediately writhed, jaw dropping into an unapologetic moan as he touched her. Feitan was not known for having gentle touches.. but this was a circumstance where he oddly felt his slender, long fingers were good for the precision work.

This really wasn't difficult - he could see that perhaps many others would over compensate under the assumption that it was hard. He was perceptive and began to observe almost immediately what she liked best.

Feitan decided to kiss her once he noticed her vaginal walls were beginning to flutter and squeeze around his cock again. It seemed that the intense stimulation to her clit was making her muscles react and he sighed - it was feeling really good. Maybe touching her like this was worth it for him in some ways, after all.

"Fei... That's.. t-thats perfect.."

She purred and melted into a puddle in his arms. And Feitan snickered. This was enjoyable, to his surprise, watching her actually react to him and become putty against his body. All of this..

It was a different kind of control.

He wasn't imposing his will anymore by threatening her, overpowering her, and fucking her mindlessly like a toy. That had been a lot of fun too, admittedly - but this was different. He had the power to affect her now. He could touch her right here.. just the slightest bit. And Feitan understood he had her absolute compliance. Effortless.

His twisted smirk returned and he reflected on how pathetic she sounded. Perhaps his newfound joy in pleasuring her had some kind of sick and twisted link to his sadistic glee when inflicting pain. The reactions.. the surge of adrenaline.. it was all eerily similar. His hands, his touch, he could weaponize pleasure now the same way he so expertly did with agony. And he intended to be just as skilled in this area as he was with the latter. Years of practice counted for something, right?

It was like a lightbulb of correlation went off in his head. That's right. Could he perhaps utilize some of the same knowledge he'd so meticulously absorbed during his studies to understand torture - to instead inflict a different kind of intense physical sensation? Erogenous zones.. start with highly sensitive parts on the body.

Feitan began to thrust into her again, albeit very slowly and hesitantly, being that he himself was still extremely sensitive from cumming a few minutes prior. Switching from rotating his slick fingers around her clit, to rubbing the top of the delicate tissue, he grinned as she really began to fucking lose it. He decided to experiment, kissing and nibbling on her ear as she clenched around him with a vice grip.

A symphony of his name followed, followed by her whimpers and sighs. Feitan liked that so far, she was very honest and genuine about her pleasure - it served as reward and praise so that he could learn accuracy much quicker. He would continue, practicing his perfected and keen approach until she unravelled around him.

When she came, it reminded him of the first time, feeling her gush around him and soak his entire length in her excessive juices. He smirked, thrusting without remorse to keep her strung along the climax as long as possible, soon finishing for the second time with a groan. He leaned into her and pressed forward, causing her back to make contact with the wall as he steadied himself with an arm.

She gasped as her skin made contact with the cold ceramic. He panted heavily.. knowing full well he was spent. Her sounds died out, and soon he was left hearing a waterfall of praises from her. Good. She should be as whipped for him as he unfortunately was for her in this way. Now, she was chained and enslaved to this situation like him, and they could both be humiliated. It was only fair.

Feitan breathed heavily, reflecting on all the new, different experiences he'd just had. He had just tried out two different ways of engaging in intercourse and he could appreciate different aspects of either for different reasons. The first felt like rough and mindless fucking while the second.. well.. he was still processing. He struggled with bigger feelings and anything tied to legitimate intimacy was a touchy topic. But he had to admit there was some sort of strange, unexplainable charm to softer, slower lovemaking. Maybe though, he just really liked having sex in general.

Was that what he should even call it -? Lovemaking?

No, not really. Neither of them loved each other.

Not even remotely. Not even close. It dawned on him that he still barely knew her. Not that Feitan cared right then to get to know her.. at least he thought. She was troublesome and annoying sometimes.

"I'll see you next week then?" She asked, as Feitan finally pulled out of her with a hitched breath. Even the slightest friction from the one motion was overstimulating.

The dark haired man scowled - he didn't like her being presumptuous like that. Assuming that he should be tied down to some kind of visitation schedule. That would make things seem more like.. he was coming to her for what he needed and wanted. No, he wanted to come when he decided to. So he just clicked his tongue, already deciding that because of that one remark, he unfortunately couldn't show up next week. He'd have to wait.

Perhaps she would've gotten fully chastised if he was in a bad mood. But how could he be, when he was in his own quiet version of afterglow?

This time, at least, he left her with something. Perhaps in a similar way to her leaving him a note before she'd been done using him, and left him behind.

"Goodbye. Lock window, stupid." He said. And that was all he could emotionally afford to muster.

He'd stayed for far too long.. his next worry was going to be concerning how he might sneak back into base while appearing as if he never left to begin with.

He unashamedly stole one last greedy glance up and down her naked form before he left her there, drying off (with her only remaining towel) and dressing in a hurry to leave. Before he did, her voice left him with one departing message. "Just use the front door next time."

As if.

Nonetheless, he was distracted. Enough that he could hardly care if someone noticed the odd detail of his hair being damp. It wasn't raining out.

Feitan was too busy reminiscing on his sinful, pleasurable escapade. And the exciting fact that...

Someone wanted him like this.

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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nsfw headcanons ➪phantom troupe

i’m obsessed with headcanons rn. i was going to do another set of jojo ones but this came out instead. ill be adding on to ladies part ;) i just couldn’t wait to post

𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋

♡he’s a busy crime lord now and doesn’t have as much time as he used to :( this is absolutely devastating for him.

♡don’t worry though he still has more than enough time for you! hisoka had told him about a magical thing called cock warming and he hasn’t looked back since

♡service top! he much prefers to give than receive (he still loves head though <3)

♡he’s super talkative during sex. he doesn’t mean to be he just kind of babbles on about how good you feel and how he’s going to fuck you sooo good.

♡you’re not his first but he’s definitely not very experienced in bed so be prepared to explain how to make you feel good. he’s very obedient and a fast learner !

♡crazy possessive!!! you’re the leaders partner after all. he will mark your neck up during a make out session just to make sure the other members are clear about your owner.

♡ride his face y/n pls. believe it or not the feeling of your thighs squishing his head while he’s eating you out is bliss for chrollo.

𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋

♡be carful with this man- he loves to play rough. knives,ropes,cuffs and other weapons are always present in your bedroom.

♡very much kinky so don’t worry about ever becoming bored with your sex life.

♡very much over protective. you won’t be showing much skin unless it’s with him. and if you have some thing to say about it he is more than happy to put you in your place again.

♡over time he learns that your needs are just important as his. he starts off as a selfish lover not caring if you get off.

♡not very talkative at all. he might praise you (if you’re lucky) while you’re going down on him or if you’re taking him without crying tonight but that’s about the extent of it. he doesn’t make much sound either. aside from a few grunts and groans he’s as silent as a mouse. it’s kind of weird.

♡insanely possessive. he’s carved his initials into your thighs multiple times as well as covered your neck in enough bite marks to make it clear to the other members you are his prize.

♡doesn’t like lingerie. he thinks it gets in the way of what the real prize is so don’t go out buying anything nice because he will tear it to shreds.

♡keeps his nails sharp for battle don’t let his fingers anywhere near your pussy y/n!! he might cut them once or twice if you ask him extra nice.

♡don’t even think about calling him anything other than feitan or sir in bed. there will be hell to pay. he doesn’t like daddy or master it makes his stomach turn.

𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗄

♡such a sweetie. he just wants you to feel good :) he is a service top

♡just because you’re together doesn’t mean he doesn’t stalk you anymore. he has cameras set up everywhere just so he can watch you. he has specific tapes with all his favorite moments in your life (mostly of you showering or masturbating)

♡has an absolute FILTHY mind despite his cute exterior. some of his fantasies are absolutely insane.

♡films most of your sessions (most of the time without you knowing) so he can go back and get off on it when you’re away. the folder on his computer with your name is filled with videos like that.

♡he’s not as stingy with you. he’s a bit of a cuck so if any of the members want a turn with you he’s more than willing to share but he has to get front row seats to the show.

♡he’s always so needy for you. he will beg to fuck you like on his knees. it’s kind of cute how desperate he is for some pussy

♡has lots of pretty pictures of you around his apartment. the best looking ones in his room so he can jerk off to them ~ don’t worry these aren’t pics he took in secrete you send them willingly. shalnark doesn’t get many visitors anyways

♡has deepfaked porn to make the star look like you. those are in his little collection

♡he gives hisoka kink/sexy ideas. his mind is a baron wastland of nothing but horny thoughts

𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖼𝗎𝖻

♡corruption kink!!! when he finds out you’re a virgin he over the fucking moon. he is so happy he gets to be the first to ruin you.

♡doesn’t like to be called daddy. it’s just such a turn off for him. he would much rather hear you scream his name over and over

♡got a collar for you. it has his initials on it in big red letters. you wear it as a choker sometime and that drives him crazy.

♡has a hard time degrading you at first. he wants you to know how truly loved you are with him :)

♡he really likes trying new things though. he is down for anything.

♡the king of after care !!! he will literally fuck you dumb and then run a bath, change the sheets and give you his comfy sweats. oh he just loves taking care of you

♡prefers to call you animal themed names in bed. ie. kitty,bunny,puppy and the rest

♡fuck him in the car during stakeouts. it keeps things interesting

♡don’t wear dresses or skirts around him he will sit you down on his lap and bounce you on his dick. he doesn’t care who sees

𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗆𝖺

♡he’s so vanilla but that doesn’t mean he can’t fuck you nice and good.

♡he’s a switch i think. he doesn’t mind it when you take control to him it makes things more interesting.

♡has a bit of a darker side though. if you piss him off bad enough he will fuck you into oblivion. he can be extremely rough..like feitan style rough. this only happens once in a blue moon bc he has a lot of self control.

♡lots and lots and lots of pda. like an insane amount

♡thigh riding happens a lot. he wasn’t really sure if that would be something he liked but hisoka convinced him that it’s worth it. lo and behold he became

♡in all honesty his libido isn’t the highest. he loves you to death but he’s just not horny all the time.

𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾

♡a pillow princess!! she may act all hard around her fellow spiders but in bed she’s a total sub.

♡v whiney/bratty. she always gets what she wants so don’t ever respond to her with no. that’s not in her vocab

♡69 pls!!! the combination of pleasure like a drug for her

♡will complain about how she doesn’t like toys and would rather have your fingers and then complain about how she wants her vibrator back. she’s so all over the place

♡messy messy MESSSY!! she’s a squirter :3

♡do not even try to do anything infront of other people. she has a reputation to uphold after all. don’t ruin it y/n.

♡only owns cutest toys. pretty bright pinks and lots of sparkles. for some reason she’s embarrassed to have you use them on her as if you haven’t already seen every part of her body.

♡likes her nails long so expect her to eat more pussy than anything. for a bottom she knows what she’s doing.

𝗉𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖺

♡she is such a soft!dom. while she’s making you cum for the fifth time she’ll make sure you’re abt to go again and ask if you need some water or soothing to help you keep your energy up.

♡MOMMY KINK!!! call her mommy and she’s yours forever. she’s very soft and caring before during and after sex

♡slow sloppy sex. not because she’s lazy she likes to teach you how to patient.

♡learns your body like a book. she is quick to find out what makes you tick.

♡♡♡♡♡

𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗂

♡BIG TITTY GOTH GF!!! she’s a switch who has fun on top and on the bottom.

♡hisoka taught her about bedroom role play and now she is obsessed. y’all partake in all kinds of scenarios. classic stuff like school girl/teacher and more obscure things like car girl and human. it’s always a fun time

♡sex isn’t something she takes super seriously. she just likes to do it with you because she loves you. she doesn’t hold herself up on pedestal so it’s okay to mess up and laugh with her. it makes the act more genuine in her mind

♡zuku likes to explore kinks and try out new things all the time. like all the time. she likes to keep you on your toes. plus its always nice to switch things up.

♡she’s just the sweetest most genuine partner. like honestly

𝗎𝗏𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗇

♡we all know what this man is into. size kink with a sprinkle of cnc and corruption mixed in.

♡oh man he’s just so horny all the time around you.

♡hisoka taught him about a belly bulge and he is obsessed. he hits your spot on all the right ways so he can see his dick print in your tummy.

♡there’s not much he can’t do. he’s so big and strong. he likes to try all kinds of crazy positions seeing how much you can take before you break.

♡♡♡♡♡

𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗓𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗒𝖼𝗄

♡illumi is very straight to the point. he does what he thinks will feel good for him not the other way around. he won’t leave you unsatisfied but that’s only because it takes him a while to bust.

♡lulu has many kinks but his most prominent ones being breeding. he is ever so eager to put the heir to his clan inside you. and then another and another and another. it goes on forever. he also has a bit of pregnancy kink.

♡he is a possessive lover he doesn’t want anyone else to see or hear what he gets to. public sex is always a no…unless he wants to prove a point then it’s on the table.

♡he doesn’t mind using sharp things in bed :) its usually a surprise just to keep you on your toes

♡lulu likes to think he’s immune to the sexual needs of a normal human being but alas he is not. when he’s especially moody or angry give yourself up to him to use , he will be forever grateful. he needs that release but doesn’t know how to ask.

𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗄𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐

♡always horny. always in the mood. is down to do it whenever wherever and however.

♡what kink DOESNT this man have.

♡he doesn’t really have a defined role in bed. he’s a top when he wants to be and he’s a bottom when the mood strikes him. he still won’t call himself a switch for some reason.

♡nothing is really off limits for him which is not something you can say about a lot of people. he’s super open minded so don’t ever be afraid to bring anything up to him. chances are he’s thought of it before you and was waiting for you to catch on.

♡he’s a big fan of toys. they get used in the bedroom plenty and even more so outside of it. he doesn’t mind watching you slowly fall apart in public.

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rotten-pomegranate · 1 month

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Headcanons with Feitan x reader being in a relationship and what their fights would be like?? :3

Yes Tehe

This is short ngl

Warnings: abuse(he hits reader), smut

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He gets mad at dumb stuff all the time and picks a fight with you, it’s like he feeds off it

Fighting with Feitan is like fighting q a brick wall to be honest, just because how little he’s actually listening to you

Even if you prove him wrong he’s not gonna change his mind and he won’t admit it either, if you keep bugging him about it he might backhand you across the face

And PRAY your not wrong because if you are he’s not gonna let you forget it for like a week, he’ll constantly bring it up and if you avoid the topic he’ll make fun of you, don’t you dare do that to him though because his trusty backhand will make another appearance if you do

There is some rare occasions where seeing you all fired up gets him hard and it ends in him fucking you against the nearest surface

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ofrolysdogs · 2 years

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My honest opinion on how Feitan would be as your boyfriend: a self indulgent headcanon post

boy oh boy this took a day to write... I made a post sometime ago that there isn't enough soft fei stuff, and when there is.... it's not soft enough, and sometimes people go a little overboard that makes it a little.. out of character even for someone like him? so, I decided... why not make my own headcanon thingy? I tried my best to make him as in character as possible, so don't hurt me if you see something you don't like.

I tried my best to make this as genderless as possible so if you see something that's more traditionally feminine with no masculine input.......... I did not proofread this for shit so spelling errors will be present, nsfw stuff will be in the mix with an "🔞" on the side, also some concepts will be problematic but it's mainly 98% fluff and the reader won't be on the receiving end soooo minors don't interact!! thx

triggers; sadism and torture mentions (not on s/o) murder (on s/o) general nsfw stuff includes degrading and whatnot.

; this is quite the detailed and long post so you have been warned.

SFW

⭐ How would he meet you?: I feel like he would rather date someone who he knows very well rather than meet someone completely new, and if they are new, they would have to be a part of the troupe or just associated in some way at the very least, I doubt he would show interest in someone completely random in the current state he's in, bonus points if you know him from childhood and grew up with him in meteor city, there's a chance he would be more comfortable being himself around you without fear of judgement since the both of you know each other so well.. to some degree. While I do think he wouldn't care for meeting someone new out the troupe, it is possible! I just.... don't know how LMFAO. But if you aren't apart of the troupe, like I said before, you might as well be his childhood friend he knows very well, that would mean you would have a chance at knowing some of the other members from childhood too! But there's a high chance your relationship with him would be kept out of the troupe's knowledge since everyone's gonna be like "WHHAAAAAAT? YOU BE GETTIN BITCHES??????"

⭐ Realizing he likes you/confessing: Something tells me that once he loves, he loves hard, literally once he realizes he likes you it's like it changes something in him, of course he would 100% deny every ounce of these feelings but I don't think he would straight up try to kill the person he likes because he isn't sure about this fuzzy little feeling he gets when he thinks of you....... okay maybe he contemplated on it a little but after he realizes he really does like you and he officially has you, he would never ever hurt you (unless you're a masochist or something then that's kinda different?), he would treat you as if you are this rare gemstone that shatters easily (ik ik cringe on his part but hear me out pleaaase), you would not be able to tell he feels this way about you unless you get into a fight with someone and you get badly injured, then he'll do everything to get you the help you need and will never leave your side. He would never in two trillion years, express verbally that he likes you, he's just really shit at communication so you would either have to put two and two together or come to the conclusion that he just may not be that into you on your part, he will however show you that he likes you, like treating you a little different from the others in the troupe, being around you more, following you around and such; and if that isn't enough, he'll (awkwardly) ask to hang out with you more outside of missions, he's trying his absolute best to woo you somehow, and if he manages to get lucky, he'll expect you to ask him out since dawg got too much pride, he's kinda rejection sensitive especially since he likes you so much, and if you do ask him out, without hesitation he will accept.

⭐ Random Headcanon I can't name <3: Since he won't hide anything about himself from you, he expects you to be scared of him, he's a sadist who tortures people after all, the sounds of people crying are like music to his ears, and seeing that he's the one who's causing it fuels some weird ego thing in him, makes him feel like he's the shit, when it comes to you, especially if you're a normal person, he wouldn't be surprised if that managed to run you away from him, fine, leave, but me personally? I don't think he would force that type of stuff on his partner, if you aren't comfortable, you aren't comfortable; trust me, if he wouldn't give two shits about you, you would not be in his presence right now unless you're in that chamber getting your legs broken, though it is considered a plus if you are just as sadistic as he is and would love to assist in his fucked up torture shit, he wouldn't think of you any different if you aren't into that, you're special to him regardless, just don't try to change him or things won't work out in your favor!

⭐ Jealousy: The thing I agree on the most is that yes, this man is possessive, he's from Meteor City, where he grew up on nothing and may have been abused in his childhood, love was a foreign concept to him until he met you, best be lucky he decided to give you a chance, and because of how you treat him he thinks you are different from everyone else, and feels as if he'll never find another like you, so you're god damn right he's gonna wanna protect you like you're just this shooting star that appears once every eon, you're the only person he can truly relax and chill around, the only one that he can laugh and touch without having a visceral reaction, the only one he can be human around; after all of the years of removing his brick wall piece by piece and allowing this person to love him, losing someone like that would make him lose his mind, as if a piece of him had been ripped out of him. Now I don't think he would be jealous the minute a man turns his neck to view you, it'll take a little bit more; someone would have to actually go up and flirt with you to see the jealousy bubble up in him. And once you're in this exact situation here comes a 5'1 little man grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you away after giving said person the worst glare they could ever see from a human, his pale face is adorned with rose tinted marks around his cheeks, and once you both are alone, he kisses you, reassuring you that you are his.

⭐ Physical Touch: He's usually not good with physical touch... unless it's your touch; see, he may not want others hugging or kissing on him, but you're touch is familiar, so he's pretty much used to it and slowly learned to like it a lot! Whenever he's away from you on troupe business he would sometimes think about you kissing him on the cheek and running your fingers through his hair. While you will be the one to initiate the hugging for the most part, he has no problem pulling you close to his chest during a movie night and snuggling under the covers and maybe playing footsies (I hate imagining feitan's feet I HATE FEET IN GENERAL he will be wearing socks).

⭐ What if: You Die!: Your death would hit him like a deer being hit by a semi truck, by that point, he wouldn't know what to do with himself, his world will start spinning, his vision will blur, everything starts feeling so unreal to him, bro might just have a heart attack right on the spot, he had never felt so weak before in his life! Once he finds out you have been murdered he will not stop to find your killer, and once he does, oh boy oh boy will he have the time of his life fucking this man up in that chamber, they will feel every ounce of pain they have caused to you, talk about karma! But after that he realizes ... he won't be able to ever get you back, so now, hes the exact same he was before he met you, and now, no one will ever get a chance to get that close to him ever again.

⭐ Other miscellaneous things: I absolutely adore the idea of him stealing things for you during missions, imagine the both of you going somewhere one of these days, and you had been thinking about getting this one thing but you're low in cash, when he's away on business he'll go back to that store and steal it for you because you're his precious, he'll do anything for you (not anything tho LMAO) if it comes with seeing that smile on your face! If you are fem presenting he'll steal dresses and makeup for you because he thinks you look like an angel in them, if you're masc presenting he'll steal other things you like..... idk what masc people like specifically so sorry uh... moving on.. So, specifically for my fems out there: at first he didn't like the idea of you playing with makeup on him or doing various hairstyles on him, too much pride gets in the way, but he eventually lets you, you decided to braid his hair a little and it's safe to say, he thought he looked nice! He's not going outside with them tho, he doesn't really know how to take care of his hair so he lets you do all of the washing and conditioning! He cherishes every moment he spends with you mainly because he's afraid of loosing you by either you cheating or someone killing you, on anniversaries and birthdays, since he doesn't know his own birthday, he basically considers your birthday to be his own, and on this day the two of you spend the whole day together going to fun events you like, you wanna go roller skating? No problem! The mall? No problem! Even if he hates how crowded both places can be, it's all for you! He also loves teasing you, the scene of him calling Phinks "girly girl" runs rampant in my mind like a fucking tomb raider so the idea of him being like that with his s/o is... yeah! He'll playfully misplace certain items of yours just out of sheer joy of seeing you look for them getting pissed by the second and once things start going overboard he'll finally give it to you, he's kind of a kid at heart when it comes to stuff like that so it kind of happens often, it shows how he's comfortable with you. One last thing I would like to add, he would never ever in a million years cheat on you, I personally don't see him as the type to do that, he ain't a big fan of most people around him anyways, so, him cheating will never happen, no matter how bad the argument between you was, he'll also never physically abuse you either, he doesn't really like arguing especially with you so he just gets up and leaves without a warning to cool himself off, might put his anger on a victim of his tortures.

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⭐🔞 What is Sex like?: A loooooooot of people think that he's a lil kinky bastard off rip, as much as I love reading the fics of him tying me up and fucking me like no tomorrow, I that I feel like he would be a bit more vanilla when it comes to someone he cares a lot about, he knows he can be rough if he isn't careful, so unless you want to be tied up and fucked like no tomorrow, he isn't gonna whip out the ball gags and whips and go to town, it'll be a little more intimate, he's still gonna pound the sonic coins out your hole tho... he can't really help how rough he's going in, that feels good to him and makes him cum faster, but don't worry, he's extra careful not to injure your cervix or prostate, if you want him to go slow you're gonna have to tell him that. If you aren't some random fling (which I imagine he didn't really have many before meeting you, not a bit fan of hookups) he would make sure you are also pleasured, hearing you moan his name and how good he's fucking you is ecstacy. Also I know people will disagree but after a while he would have no problem being a bottom for you, riding him, degrading him a tiny bit and just taking control in the bedroom is something he replays in the deepest parts of his dirty little brain, he would love to moan for you on how good you're making him feel, but one thing about it is; nothing will be going in his exit only hole, that's only reserved for you! Its just gonna be in like what... a decade before you open that side of him because bro has too much pride, he'll never reveal this side to you unless you guys have known each other for a while and that you are 100% certain that any information about it will not leave the both of you.

⭐(🔞 slight) Meeting his friends: If you're a non troupe member, the only, and I mean THE ONNNNLLLLY people that will know about you two are Phinks first, and after a while, Shalnark second (yes, the trouble trio, I love them so damn much fight me) that's it, to the other members including the boss himself: don't ask about her, don't even go searching for her! Since he is a literal criminal he just doesn't want any enemies coming for you. The only way Shal found out about you was when he saw your contact in his phone on complete accident, and Phinks? Well, I like to imagine that Fei is much closer to Phinks than anyone else so he has no problem telling him small details about you, a little self indulgent thought light a motherfucker is that Fei would either most definitely have like some emoji's like ❤️, 🥰, 🌸 with a cute little nickname like "Angel" or "Darling", or, he would just go plain like "Girlfriend". Don't open those texts tho, you'll be hit with some freaky deaky shit, he's not a fan on sending dick pics since he thinks they'll look stupid coming from him, but he loves the nudes you send him, you in lingerie or showing off that hot body you worked in the gym for? Booooooyy you better be lucky hes not there to tear that ass up! Just wait until he gets there! the both of you text like crazy on some occasions when he's away and it can get....... interesting when he's alone. ANYWAY, one of these days, Fei invites Phinks and Shal to your shared place to meet you, and that forms an interesting friendship! Once you have established a relationship with the two of them, you'll probably see them every now and again. Maybe one time you all can just chill at your shared place and play games watch movies or whatever.

⭐🔞 Kinks & Icks: I feel like he would have a bit of a praise kink, a bit? Nah scratch that, bro is a praise kink personified, he likes how talkative you can be during sex, like, tell him his dick feels so good penetrating your innards, tell him your holes belong to him and only him, and that no one else has the privilege to see you in this state, tell him you're about to cum all over his dick, tell him how you feel! He'll even praise you in his native language like how good you feel wrapped around his dick, how wet and tight you are, how you sound when he's pounding you, too bad you can't understand a word he's saying. One thing he gets the ick from is being called "Daddy." He genuinely does not understand how people find that hot (I'm projecting here,I saw two people say basically the same thing and I 100% agree), why do you think of your father when someone's going down on you? That's so odd! If you want to call him anything just call him by his name, that's it, that's all. When it comes to him degrading you, he'll call you things like "slut" and "bitch." Here are some dirty talking examples because I love when people do these xP(some might be ooc but again... whatever makes my pussy throb I guess); "Who's making you moan like this? Say my name, tell me who's making you scream like this?" "Fucking slut, just eager to take my cock down your throat, aren't you?" "You've been acting bratty all day, mind if I do something about that attitude of yours?" Speaking of the latter, he absolutely loves fucking the brattiness out of you, mad about someone at work pissing you off? Just got into an argument with him over something? Of course if it's something genuinely serious he's not gonna be sexual about it but 9 times out of 10 he can tell if it's a front, so you better be prepared to take him for a good few hours, he likes reminding you who runs this mf.

⭐🔞 What gets him in the mood?: His dick is average I say, 6-7 inches when hardened, take it or leave it, big dicks are actually dangerous, he's perfect! Or maybe not? Things that you do that make him hard are walking around in tight clothing that hugs your curves, especially if he can see your ass just double cheeked up in some biker shorts, you best be lucky hes not wearing anything else right now other than that one outfit he's always wearing or you would notice his pants are a little tight on him... oops! A small headcanon I have is that when it comes to fems, he's more attracted to curvier women, a nice ass and some thick plush thighs is something he dreams of in a woman every now and again, no hate to my skinny girls! He'll 100% be down for a thin piece too, he doesn't discriminate when it comes to body regardless of gender identity. He also likes it when you sit on his lap, looking down at him, blissfully unaware that his dick is ascending below you, to let you know he's in that mood he'll grind himself on you, feeling how your clothed pussy throbs under him with each stroke of his own clothed dick, dry humping lowkey be better than sex sometimes, he likes to take it slow during moments like this, and once he finally gets you, he gets you!

⭐🔞 Oral Sex: Receiving and giving! When it comes to him receiving he likes it when you got him all down your throat, he prefers someone who doesn't have a gag reflex but if you do, he'll 100% be turned on by the sounds of you choking on his cock, the way his dick feels when it hits the back of your throat as your moans vibrate on it? He prays that he'll last longer than a literal mini second. His balls aren't that sensitive but doesn't mind when you suck on them, his tip though? Good god that'll probably be the first time you'll hear him moan so blissfully, he has some amazing self control but if you just lick his tip a little, the precum won't stop dripping, the teasing sometimes be better than the whole head session! When it comes to giving, if you have a vagina he loves teasing your clit, circling his finger on it as more of your juices push out begging for you to touch him more, he loves the way you moan and cry under him as he fingers and eats away at you, when it comes to people who own a dick like him, don't expect him to go all out, I don't see him as the type to eat ass, I really don't, but it takes a lot out of him to suck some dick, he might start with the tip first and work his way down, you find it amusing when you cum on his face, seeing him a little grumpy ass his face is splattered with your semen.

⭐🔞 Other miscellaneous things: He'd be the type to randomly touch your ass while you're doing something like washing dishes or laying on your stomach on your phone, he'll squeeze or smack it, don't matter, it's his, and he gets to touch it when and however he wants, also he likes the way it jiggles when doing backshots! He hates to admit that he finds the idea of your twerking hot, like, shake that ass while he's taking your from behind a little, its fascinating! When it comes to missionary, he loves the faces you make when he slides his cock in you as it touches your cervix/prostate, you get embarrassed by the way he just fucking stares into you, calmly as he penetrates you, if you put your hands up to your face in embarrassment he'll put them down, telling you he loves the faces you make when he pounds you, no matter how ugly you think you look.

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kazuwhora · 2 years

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— NOWHERE TO RUN

⨳ WARNINGS. fem!reader, dark content, restraints, torture, gagging, n0nc0n, fingering (f!receiving), feitan keeps you prisoner and fucks you with his fingers

⨳ WORD COUNT. 1.450

⨳ NOTE. oop first feitan fic where are the feitan fuckers :o also there may or may not be a part two

THE FIRST TIME feitan porter puts his hands on you, there’s a rhythmic drip of leaky water that echoes through the room, deepening the emptiness in that rattles in your chest as you struggle to breathe. your wrists are bound by cold metal cuffs attached to chains embedded in the stone wall behind you— cuffs that jingle and screech the more you pull for freedom.

from across the room, feitan sits with one leg crossed over the other, and a cold, almost bored expression sits on his face as he watches you struggle against the restraints.

“they not break” he mumbles, though his voice sounds almost taunting behind the collar of his jacket.

logic tells you he’s right— that you stand no match for steel that’s practically cemented into the wall behind you, but instinct wont let you give in, at least until you’ve exhausted your mind, body and spirit to it’s very brink.

the more you struggle, refusing to acknowledge his existence in the room, the more feitan craves your pain. he watches the way sweat dribbles down your neck, and the way your body flinches and shivers every time he moves even half an inch. the power he holds over you is almost pathetic, and he can’t get enough.

“you never learn” he sighs again, standing up from the edge of the stone he had made himself comfortable on, pacing the room with an umbrella in hand as you watch and groan against the fabric gagging your mouth. “why not just be quiet? hmm?”

another groan against your gag has him shaking his head, tapping the silver end of the umbrella to the ground as the ping of metal against stone pierces your ears. your senses are heightened— worsened by the pain of the cuffs that dig into your skin with every yank against them. you wish you could listen— to shut your mouth and suffer through the pain.

but feitan is far from complaining.

the closer he gets, the more you flinch— the closer and closer feitan gets, the more your body trembles and struggles, yanking the chains tight as your screams are swallowed by the fabric soaked in your spit and his mind can’t help but wander to places he knows it shouldn’t.

“you listen now?” he asks, standing above you as he stares down at your bruised knees and shivering body.

your bones feel like they could break at any second, and your lungs are dry and weak from the screaming. you want to give in, but you can’t give him what he wants. not after everything he’s done to you over the past few days locked in a cage like some kind of animal.

“I said, you listen now?” this time he nearly spits his words, and another tap of the umbrella to the ground makes you wince.

but still, you refuse to answer him. your voice is caught in your throat, and your eyes stay trained to the ground until the cool metal of his umbrella is pressed against your torso as feitan drags it up to your chest, stopping at your sternum as your breaths grow heavy and filled with fear.

feitan can’t deny his thrill now— his body is coursing with adrenaline he’s never quite felt before, enthralled with the way you react to his advances. he wants more— to see the tears roll down your cheeks just for him once more. he wants to blur the lines of pain and pleasure until your body can’t function on it’s own anymore, and you’re left limp against your restraints, and a victim of his torture. he wants it so bad, and feitan gets what feitan wants, by any means necessary.

as the tip of his umbrella presses into the skin of your chest, feitan can’t help but snicker as you struggle for breath, and the further up he carries it, the faster your chest rises and falls under the pressure until the cool metal is pressed under your chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes.

“look at me” feitan demands, digging the tip of the umbrella under your chin until you’re forced to look him in the eyes.

there’s something about him that taunts you— something you know is so wrong, and yet so undeniable all the same. maybe it’s the way his eyes flicker as he stares, filled with a mystery and a sense of loneliness that makes him seem a little more human the more you watch. the thoughts that fill your head make you hate yourself— but even as you cough at the pressure of the metal pressed against your throat, you can’t seem to shake the temptation that fills his aura and draws you in like a spell.

“not so hard, right?” he hums, crouching down in front of you as he places the umbrella beside him on the ground.

you can’t reply— feitan knows this, and yet he can’t help but tease you with his words as the anticipation he knows is there begins to simmer in your chest.

“now” he whispers, placing a single finger on your bare thigh. “stay still”

you barely have time to think before his finger slips past the fabric of your sweat soaked panties. he’s swift— quicker than you can track as he toys with clit and watches your eyes widen with a glossy sheen. your breaths are faster than before now, pushing the fabric at your mouth away with every gasp as he pinches and rolls your nerves between his fingers. tears prick the corners of your eyes that sting with the jolt of your nerves between your thighs, but feitan is nowhere near being done with you yet— he’s only just started, and the spell he’s seemed to cast on your aura takes over as an undeniable heat pools at your core. the tiny moans that get caught in your gag make him push you further. he wants to hear you cry, and moan, all for him, and feitan can’t help but slip a finger past your folds as your walls tighten around him. first one, then another, feeling the way you stretch around him until he fits a third, letting his thumb cup your cunt and press against your clit. you can’t help but choke against the fabric, letting your cries echo against the damp stone walls as his fingers curl inside you.

“shhh” he whispers, though he doesn’t want you to stop. his cock is hard and aching, but he can’t let you know how much seeing you like this turns him on. he can’t let you know his weakness.

as hard as you try to keep it away, waves of pleasure crash against your body with every push of his fingers deeper and deeper inside your cunt. it’s like he can’t get enough as his eyes flutter shut the more he pushes— wallowing in your desperate cries for some sort of relief as he pushes you close to your breaking point.

“I said shut up” feitan hisses, using your defiance as an excuse to dig his nails into your thigh while the other hand works at your cunt until the pain and pleasure of his hands spin in a whirlpool of conflict in your body. “shut up and cum”

what was once a defiant spirit has quickly submitted to his words as your mind crumbles piece by piece into a pool of numbness that consumes your senses. your arms go limp against the cuffs as your vision goes blurry— you can barely make out the expression painted on feitan’s face as he knits his brows with resistance to his arousal the more your body tenses and convulses around him. one flick of your clit is all it takes for you to fall apart, giving yourself up to his torture as your high washes the pain away and throws you into a cycle of dependence on his body for your pleasure.

“ngh.. ! .. ” you moan, as the hum of your voice pricks your lips against the gag.

feitan hides his blush beneath the collar of his jacket, pulling his fingers away from your messy cunt as you nearly drop to the ground with exhaustion.

“no screaming” he whispers, reaching for your mouth as he pulls down the soaked gag and frees your mouth. “now taste”

before you can even think about making a sound, feitan’s fingers shove past your lips and press down on your tongue, forcing you to taste your own pleasure and reconcile with the fact that you want more.

feitan mutters under his breath as you suck his fingers clean, checking over his shoulder to make sure nobody had poked their head through the door to hear.

“be good, and you get more.”

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spiderlilydreams · 25 days

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I hope I wrote this alright. It was a comment asking for this idea, and I did my best trying to write it. I'm sorry if there are any errors. I also got kind of carried away writing some smut in this fic 🫣

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Smut (quite a bit of it) pregnancy, breeding kink, creampies galore, mentions of blood and torture, but nothing too extreme, some sad stuff but not too much, lots and lots of sappy love family stuff lol, and some more, I'm sure

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Feitan As a Dad

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Feitan with a gremlin smile came up behind you, rubbing your pregnant stomach, making you squeak. Feitan laughed softly. He then pulled you into a tight hug, still rubbing your stomach. You melted against him, feeling relaxed at his gentle touches. You remembered when Feitan wasn’t as gentle, and had no idea how to approach intimacy. You cherished a memory of the first time when Feitan actually held you, about to fall asleep. How his breathing slowed, how he gently rubbed your body exploratively, how he pulled you closer with his slender hands gripping your soft flesh, the way his content face looked, and how his body felt completely relaxed compared to the usual stiffness his body would have. You’d always smile remembering how he woke up cuddled into you in the early hours of the morning, startled by the contact of your body so close to his. You remember pulling him in closer to you, and how Feitan didn’t fight back. He just gripped at your soft body against him, gripping onto you like this would be the last time he ever got to.

It didn’t take long before you were swollen with Feitan’s seed. After that night together, Feitan refused to leave your side. You could be doing anything, and Feitan would just embrace you, feeling you all over your body with his boney shaking hands. He always seemed nervous at first, but even with his nerves, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. He couldn’t stop holding you, desperate for the warmth he never received before. You still blush remembering the first time he touched the warmth between your thighs. How his hands ran up your thighs, how Feitan’s breathing was quickened, how he had you bent over the dining table. You knew what Feitan felt like when hard pressed against you. In the morning, after cuddling every night, Feitan's member would be unbearably hard pressed against you. One of the mornings, Feitan half asleep, grinded his erection against your thighs without knowing, since he was asleep. You had trouble breathing, trying to not pull him in closer, but the more you tried to resist, the closer Feitan would pull you in. He was clingy to an extreme degree, and all you could do that morning was soak your panties and feel Feitan’s need against you. When he woke up, he didn’t say anything, he never did. You had no idea what Feitan wanted most of the time back then, but with you bent over the dining room table, you finally had an idea. Feitan feels safe with you, Feitan feels attraction to you, Feitan doesn’t want to stop filling you with his warm semen. Love was never a conversation brought up between you both, but you knew. Even if Feitan couldn’t express the feeling, you knew by the adoration in his eyes. He knew you loved him too, and Feitan couldn’t resist you knowing that. That someone accepted him, wanted to be with him, wanted to carry his love.

He was too good with his hands. He knew about the human body, but even more so, he knew you. He knew he was pleasing you, and it made him unbelievably needy. The first time he touched your soaked core, Feitan couldn’t even breathe. His hand explored you a bit at first, but it took no time at all for him to have two fingers pumping in you. You came way too early when he finally rubbed your clit. He knew, somehow, maybe through stalking, how you liked to be touched. It should’ve worried you, but you were already far gone. When you came it shook the table, and you squirted harder than you ever have before. Before you could apologize in embarrassment, Feitan had your ass in the air, your wet pussy exposed to his feasting eyes. You never thought you’d hear your usually quiet Feitan, make the noises he did. When he licked your pussy, he was groaning in delight, every so often cursing in his native tongue. You almost came again when he flipped you over so your legs were wide apart, him delving his tongue immediately in your warm dripping cunt once again. He looked even more deranged than usual, but it didn’t scare you. Your juices were coating every inch of his face. His black hair was a mess, and his eyes were full of crazed lust. His cheeks were warm and pink from blushing intensely.

Once he entered you, there was no turning back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, absolutely drunk off of lust, pounding his throbbing cock deep in your womb. Still connected, he carried you into your now shared bedroom, keeping his cock secure in your tight pussy. You were always impressed with his strength because of his smaller frame. He gently sat you on the bed, crawling on top of you as you laid back. You felt his cock twitch, making your pussy squeeze tightly around him, and your hips buck in need for more of him. Feitan’s breath hitched at this, desperately trying to not release his seed so soon into your accepting cunt. He fell on top of you, slowly fucking into your sloppy pussy. He came faster than he wanted, and you knew you’d be addicted to him forever as soon as he came hard in your womb. He was shaking slightly, whimpering as he stuffed your pussy with his thick white semen. He cursed more in his language as you came again when he came. Your pussy was gripping onto his cock, you moaning his name over and over, making Feitan against his will fill you even more, draining every bit of his warm semen. He didn’t pull out for a while. He collapsed on you, and then he nuzzled your neck. You thought he fell asleep, but minutes later he was sloppily fucking into you, gripping onto your hips, and then pulling your thighs up around his waist.

Feitan since then was addicted to filling you with cum. Feitan was almost always feral, and you couldn't do anything without him gripping onto your plush body, and fucking semen into you. It made sense you got pregnant. It made sense you got pregnant twice, now with a child, and twins on the way.

You were happy that you had Phink’s wife by your side. No matter how much Feitan tried to be there for you, he could never grasp how to help you in certain situations, but he tried. Phink’s wife was also pregnant at the moment, and had also already had a child. You both joked that maybe Feitan and Phink’s planned it this way. They'd deny it, but their blushing faces and stammering was cute to see. Phink’s wife and you tried to not wonder about it too much, enjoying having someone to relate to through the pregnancies and raising children.

Phink’s had a somewhat normal daughter. He always seemed the type to be a good dad, and that he was. He was over protective (of course) and often was going on some adventure with all of you. Feitan laughed way too hard when he found out Phink’s had a daughter. He teased him for passing on the “girly girl” to his child, and then when Phink’s daughter was old enough to understand, Feitan told his daughter the story. Phink’s could not escape Feitan's torment.

Your child on the other hand, wasn't so normal. There was no way you were going to have a normal child with Feitan, there was just no way. You gave birth to a boy, who looked almost like a little clone of Feitan. Chrollo couldn't help but sigh when he saw your child. He predicted Feitan would make a little clone of himself, and this scared him.

This made it easier for Feitan to accept being a father though. To Feitan it was like looking into a mirror, and almost in a weird way, healing his inner child. It warmed your heart seeing Feitan hold yours and his child. He was gentle, thanks to you mostly. He looked content whenever he interacted with what to him, is like taking care of a younger him, who never got to be taken care of.

You were stressed at first, bringing two more children into both of your lives. Feitan didn't react badly like you had thought. He was mature, logical, about approaching such a thing. It almost seemed out of character, unreal, for Feitan to accept being a father. To live a new life full of warmth and intimacy. Love even. You knew it'd take time. He still worked for the Phantom Troupe after all. There were some nights where he'd come home dripping in blood, and you'd send your son immediately to his bedroom. You'd wash Feitan, who was quiet and a lot more cold than you had become accustomed to. Even then, you out of anyone, knew Feitan the most. You knew how to help him. With just a bit of time in the bath, Feitan would be able to relax and decompress. You'd be able to feed him some leftovers, and then have your son join the two of you in a hug. Feitan would slowly look to be happy, a sort of warmth becoming of him.

He still enjoyed torture, but it had turned into something different with the new kind of lifestyle he had. He enjoyed torturing horrible people, and anyone who'd bother you or his son. He was ruthless, and enjoyed their misery. He'd never bring it home to you both, but you'd know if he enjoyed himself. Some of those times he came home bloody, he'd be smiling a bit, and that's when you knew taking care of him would look much different. You'd get excited, biting your lip as he showered and put on casual clothes. When he was like this, he'd torture you for hours before fucking you. The kind of torture would look different. Instead of him removing nails and fingers, he had instead, his own fingers deep in your warm loving cunt. He always looked animalistic, crazed, psychotic even, and you adored him for it. You actually were excited for the times he'd come home this way.

You were all a perfect family, in an odd, twisted way. No matter how weird all of you were as a family, there was so much love, more than Feitan would have ever imagined in his life. Not really knowing how, Feitan would still try muttering loving words before you'd fall asleep as he held you now, like you used to do for him. Sometimes, your son would even ask to come cuddle. He'd talk to your stomach sometimes.

The words that stuck with you the most that Feitan had said one night were, "I understand now. What family is."

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bwabys-scenarios · 11 months

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HXH men I feel would prefer a chubby!wife

characters: feitan, kurapika, uvogin, illumi

warning: nsfw, marking, breeding, oral(f!receiving), size kink, boob sucking(?), mention of murder, biting

PT 2

Feitan

-life is hard and cold, chubby!wife soft and warm

-he has never really had any interest in woman or men until he meets you. so soft and delicate, with your cute tummy and thighs that he NEEDS to pinch and squeeze

-Feitan falls first, and falls harder. If you catch his attention he is never letting you go

-NEEDS to lay on your boobs and thighs. he’s the most talkative when you refuse him, huffing and growling about you being unfair

-enjoys leaving his mark on you, loving how his hand print leaves a deeper mark on your soft flesh. bites into your flesh, marveling at how soft you are!

-loves to have your butt in the air, pounding into your cute pussy as your cute ass bounces. big on spanking, not even as a punishment he just wants to smack your ass LOL

-will literally never admit to liking your body, but will gladly show it

-his head is constantly between your legs, eating your pussy. you just taste so sweet and make such cute sounds for him! be careful though, he bites!!

-has and will kill for you again. can’t stand hearing anybody talk bad about you. They aren’t even worth his torture, they need to be taken off the earth IMMEDIATELY

Kurapika

-never knew he had a preference for bigger women until he befriended you

-literally could not keep his eyes off your swaying hips and the imprint your thigh highs left on your thick thighs

-bro is always subtly grabbing your ass and thighs

-has the biggest breeding kink, so you having them child bearing hips turns him on to no end. the first thing he asks after you’re in a relationship is if he can get you pregnant right then and there

-will actually get on his hands and knees to beg to cum inside you. he wants to stake claim to your womb NOWWW

-please let him fuck your thighs he’s creaming in his pants thinking about it

-loves to praise you and remind you how much he loves you body. if you’re insecure, fuck that! he makes sure you feel thoroughly loved and beautiful

Uvogin

-bro is fucking huge, he can’t fuck a thin woman without breaking her

-if you thought Kurapika was handsy you have not met Uvogin. He loves slipping his hands into your panties to play with your plump pussy, doesn’t matter where you are

-he has a size kink, but pretty much every woman is small compared to him

-he will not hesitate to pick you up, so get used to being carried around like a doll

-he loves cumming on your cute tummy!!

-please let him hold you in his lap, you aren’t gonna hurt him don’t worry!! he needs you constantly, so grind against his crotch and he’ll be so sweet with you

Illumi

-boney mfker that craves the gentle touch of a chubby woman

-another with a huge breeding kink. he’s incredibly strong and loses control during sex, so he needs someone with some extra cushion so you don’t like… die

-cums inside literally every time without fail

-makes you wear lingerie that shows off your tummy and boobs

-he’s a huge boob man, will bite and suck on them for hours

-he’d sleep on your boobs or tummy every night if you let him(pls let him he’s so touch starved)

-he’s another guy with no shame, always had his hands on you in some way or another

-likes to take you in missionary so he can see your cute face turn red when he sinks into you

-holds your hand while he fucks you, loves how soft your hands are

-another guy that will kill anyone that talks bad about you. you’re his precious wife!!

A/N: I have so many other characters I believe would love a chubby wife, who wants a part 2??

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mamayan · 10 months

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YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!

TOUCH

⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️

MDNI•18+

Trigger warnings!

This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia

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I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!

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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.

The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.

He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.

He sat in his usual spot.

Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.

His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.

It mattered hardly at all at this point.

You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?

It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.

Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.

It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

Outside was duller than your mind remembered.

You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.

You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.

Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.

A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.

When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.

“Still want to die?”

You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.

You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.

Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.

Only a little.

“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.

It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.

It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.

“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.

His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.

Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.

Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.

You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.

Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.

You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…

You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.

He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.

Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.

He just kept observing you.

Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.

Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.

Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.

“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.

“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.

“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.

“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?

You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.

This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.

Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.

“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.

The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.

This was insanity.

He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.

“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.

It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.

For once, you dreaded him stopping.

Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.

“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.

“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.

“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.

You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.

“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.

Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.

Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.

It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?

The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.

It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.

Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.

You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.

“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.

“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.

“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.

His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.

“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.

You should cry and beg for him to stop.

Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.

Debauched.

His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.

“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.

He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.

“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.

“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.

Like a good little pet.

You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.

He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.

“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.

He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.

Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.

“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.

His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.

“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.

“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.

“My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.

You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.

Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.

You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.

“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.

“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.

You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.

You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.

“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.

“I-I don’t understand…”

“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.

“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.

“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.

“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.

“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.

It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.

#HxH #18+ please #Hunter x Hunter #Feitan Porter #Feitan x reader #mdni #Feitan smut #Feitan fic #not edited sorry not sorry #soft! Feitan #yandere Feitan #Yan! Feitan #Phantom Troupe #Yandere Phantom Troupe

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Moarrrr mooooaaarrrr soft spotttt it'll never be enough nothing will ever be enough 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

Aaaa, I get so happy when you guys ask for more. I hope you like it 😇. This one's kind of different, but I really think it fits the story. If you guys have some ideas, feel free to let me know 🤍

Warnings: angsty

Word Count: 2115

‘Where? Where is she?’, Feitan’s eyes were fixed on Chrollo’s, his breathing heavy. ‘I don’t know Feitan’.

How did this happen? Feitan was in his basement, cleaning up his mess like usual while Chrollo was in his study, reading a book… They would’ve noticed an intruder, right?

‘Someone’s been here’, Feitan let his digits feel the soft fabric of your sheets, ‘Someone took her’.

‘Feitan?’.

Chrollo almost whispered his name, but he never sounded angrier.

‘Boss?’, Feitan walked towards the opposite side of your bed.

‘When we find her, don’t murder whoever did this’, Chrollo whispered with a shaking voice, his eyes wide open in anger.

Feitan couldn’t believe this. He didn’t want to believe it. The spats of blood on the ground made clear that whoever took you, hurt you. Something neither of them could forgive.

‘How could this happen?’.

‘I don’t know’, Chrollo turned around, his anger growing by the second, ‘But whoever did this knew about her’.

---

‘P-please’, you whimpered as you felt a cold hand stroke across your cheek, ‘I-I haven’t done anything-‘. ‘You’re his darling, right?’.

That voice. You recognized the buttery, warm voice. This wasn’t a stranger, but the lack of vision thanks to the blindfold made it hard for you to know who.

‘Don’t know what you’re talking about’. ‘Sorry’, a familiar chuckle, ‘You’re their darling’.

This couldn’t be a stranger. Only the Spiders knew about your existence, Chrollo made sure of that. So, unless someone talked-

‘H-hisoka?’, your breath hitched at the realization. ‘Hm’, he sighed happily, ‘You’re smart for a pet, aren’t you?’. ‘Why are you-‘.

‘Because I want to fight Chrollo’.

You pulled back your head in fear as you felt his digits lifting your blindfold.

‘W-where am I?’, tears streaming down your cheek as you scanned the room. ‘Oh, this dump? It’s nothing, just an abandoned factory’.

You followed his every move as he smugly played with his cards, his eyes gliding over your body.

‘Where are my manners…’, he slowly stood up, ‘You must be cold’.

Cold? You couldn’t feel the cold, even if it was the middle of the night and you were only wearing that stupid nightgown.

‘So sorry about that’, he kneeled in front of the chair you were sitting on, ‘Let me clean that up’.

‘G-get away from me’, you tried to sound brave, in control, but you failed miserably. ‘Be nice, or I’ll make you bleed even more’, he smirked as he wiped the blood from your cheek, ‘It’s your fault anyway. If you hadjust listened to me instead of making all that fuzz-‘.

‘Why would I follow a fucking clown?’.

Too far. You went too far. Just as you did with Feitan at the start.

‘My, my’, Hisoka stood back up, his height towering over you, ‘Quite a brat, aren’t we?’.

You wisely kept your mouth shut this time.

‘I’m a magician, but I’m sure a dumb little pet like you doesn’t know the difference’. ‘They’re going to kill you’. ‘I sure hope they try’, his eyes lit up at the thought, ‘But in the meantime, let’s have some fun, shall we?’.

---

Chrollo let out a sigh as he heard his phone ring.

*4.50 AM: Lost something? :)*

*4.51 AM: Oh! I found your precious, little darling <3*

*4.51 AM: She’s a little cold :( :( :(*

*4.52: Don’t worry!!! I’ll keep her warm for you (or should I say the two of you?) >:) <3*

‘Hm’, Chrollo tried to keep his composure, his sight blurry as his grip around his phone tightened.

‘Boss?’.

‘Fuck!’, Chrollo threw his phone against the wall of your room. For the first time in his life, he lost his temper.

Feitan never saw his boss like this. He never lost his cool or his confident smirk, but right now his hands were shaking in anger, his breathing heavy…

‘Hisoka?’, Feitan coldly asked.

‘Hisoka’, Chrollo’s eyes darted towards his second man, ‘That fucking prophecy was right’.

---

‘What’s wrong? You were so chatty only minutes ago’.

Even though you were used to more pain - thanks to Fei - it still hurt. The cuts his cards left in your soft flesh, the blood that slowly dripped out of them… It hurt, nonetheless.

‘You know…’, he continued as he faked his concern by wiping some blood from your cheek, ‘Those pretty eyes of you are tempting me to run away with you. You’d be the prettiest pet I’ve ever had’.

‘D-don’t touch me’.

Well, this just feels 10 times worse than your first night with Chrollo.

‘I can only imagine how mad Chrollo would get if I used his little pet’.

Sick. It was sick, the way his eyes lit up as his tongue rolled over his lips.

‘S-stop’, you closed your eyes as his long fingers slowly glided over your arm onto your shoulder, lifting the strap of your nightgown. ‘Heard you beg Chrollo many times to stop… Seems like you enjoy his touch now’.

‘This isn’t the-‘.

A nauseous feeling took over when his tongue grazed over the cut on your cheek.

‘Hm, so sweet’.

‘S-stop, please’, you sobbed as you tried to break free from the ropes around your wrists, ‘Please, I haven’t done anything wrong. Chrollo will fight you now, no matter what, so you can let me go and-‘.

‘Ssh’, he coed as he brushed through your hair, ‘You don’t get it, do you?’.

‘W-what?’.

‘I want you to see how I kill them. I want my little pet to see who her owner is. I want to hear you cry and beg me to stop when I kill your precious little ‘Fei’ and Chrollo’.

---

‘Ah, you brought the whole family?’, Hisoka opened his arms when he saw the Spiders, ‘I only want to fight you though… And well, I guess Feitan too, with your ‘darling’ and all that’.

‘Let Phinks bring her to safety, and you’ll have your fight’, Chrollo responded, his heart racing with adrenaline when he noticed what the former Spider did to you.

Feitan couldn’t take his eyes off you. Images of all the possible ways he could torture that clown started running through his head.

‘Can’t do’, Hisoka raised his arms, ‘I’m going to keep your precious darling. Just wanted her to watch when I kill you’.

‘What’s stopping us from killing you?’.

‘If one of your little spiders comes closer, I’ll kill her’.

Chrollo’s heart sank when he saw the bruises and cuts on your body. He hated the way your head was hanging low, the way your knees were pressed together, sobs escaping from your lungs…

‘Fine’, he nodded for everyone to back down.

They talked about this. His Spiders knew what to do if something went wrong.

‘Fei or Chrollo?’, Shalnark sighed as he watched them. ‘What?’, Phinks looked at the blonde. ‘Who’s going to lose his temper first?’. ‘Fei’, almost all of them agreed in union.

‘Do you think we’ll need to intervene?’, Shizuku looked at the ceiling. ‘Not a chance’, Machi sighed, ‘Never seen boss this mad’.

---

‘There you go’, a gentle touch, but it scared you, nonetheless. ‘C-chrollo?’, your lips trembling in relief. ‘I’m not the only one here’, Chrollo gently wiped across your cheek. ‘F-fei?’, you tried to look over your shoulder when you felt someone untying the ropes around your wrist.

‘What should we do boss?’, Phinks’ yelled from the other side of the room. ‘Let him run, we’ll get our revenge. Right, Fei?’.

‘Hm’, Feitan coldly replied as he looked at the cuts on your arm.

He knew he sounded calm and composed, but inside his heart, there was a hurricane. He wanted to run after Hisoka, to make him pay, but Chrollo told him this was going to happen. Chrollo knew that if he brought his Spiders, the fight would never be ‘fair’ in Hisoka’s eyes, because Hisoka wanted Chrollo. He didn’t want Feitan, or Shalnark, or Machi… He wanted Chrollo’s blood.

‘There we go’, Chrollo smiled as he picked you up from the chair you were sitting on, ‘Let’s go home’.

‘Boss isn’t boss anymore’, Franklin grunted. ‘And Fei isn’t Fei anymore’, Phinks added, a confused expression on his face.

No one would’ve thought this would happen. No one would’ve thought the two most heartless men would care so much about one person. All the spiders’ eyes were fixed on Chrollo and Feitan. They watched as Chrollo gently caressed your cheek, as Feitan’s digits ran over your body, his eyes burning with concern…

---

‘What?’, Feitan lifted his head from the backseat. ‘Nothing’, Machi rolled her eyes, her hands on the steering wheel. ‘Can feel you staring at me through the mirror’. ‘You’ve gone soft’.

For a minute, the only sound that filled the air were other passing cars and your heavy breathing as you slept on Chrollo’s lap.

‘Only for her’, Feitan replied softly. ‘Only for her’, Chrollo added with a smile, his fingers gently brushing through your hair.

---

‘I’m so sorry’, Chrollo clenched his jaw when Feitan took off your nightgown, ‘I should’ve protected you’. ‘Not your fault’, your eyes fixed on the ground, arms wrapped around your stomach.

‘Bath’s ready’, Feitan closed the tap, a lump in his throat as you hissed when the warm water greeted your soft skin.

‘Here-‘, ‘Don’t touch me’, you pulled your knees to your chest, ‘Don’t act like I haven’t been here before’.

You didn’t know why venomous words flowed from your mouth; you didn’t know why you wanted to hurt the two you cared for most in this world.

‘Darling?’, Chrollo tried to brush some hair from your cheek, but you immediately pulled back. ‘You’re fucking hypocrites. Both of you. Pretending to care when both of you tortured me in ways that were much worse than what Hisoka did to me’.

Silence.

‘You know what went through my mind as he hurt me?’, red-stung eyes found Chrollo’s, ‘I thought that it was nothing compared to what Feitan did to me, to what you did to me’.

Feitan? You never called him that. It was ‘Fei’.

‘I see’, Chrollo replied as if his heart didn’t break into a million pieces, ‘Well, I’ll be in my study’. ‘Basement’, Feitan added coldly.

You watched as the two men closed the door. You didn’t want to hurt them, you really didn’t, and you hated yourself for saying such things.

‘I’m going back-‘, Feitan turned around once he heard your uncontrollable sobs. ‘Don’t’, Chrollo held him back, ‘She wants to be alone. We should at least give her some privacy’.

---

‘Fei? Chrollo?’, you softly called out to them. No response. With careful steps, you headed downstairs, ‘Fei? Chrollo?’.

‘Darling?’.

Both men were sitting on the couch, staring at the TV.

‘What are you watching?’, a guilty tone in your voice as you sat down between them. ‘I don’t know, some cooking show’, Chrollo tried to keep himself from hugging you. ‘Hm’, you carefully laid your head against Chrollo’s shoulder, ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said’.

‘You did’, Feitan answered, ‘You don’t have to lie’. ‘No, I didn’t. I was never this scared of you, or Chrollo’.

‘It’s fine, darling, why don’t you lie down for a bit? Get some rest?’.

You let your head rest on Chrollo’s lap, your feet on Fei’s.

‘Thanks for bringing me back home’.

‘H-home?’, Chrollo widened his eyes. ‘This is our home, isn’t it?’, a content smile on your face.

‘Our home’, a small smile on Feitan’s face as he repeated the words in his head.

‘Get some sleep, you’re safe now’, Feitan gently stroked your leg.

‘I know’, you smiled as you closed your eyes.

---

‘Huh?’, you lazily opened one eye, the sunlight greeting your sheets as you looked across the room. ‘Chrollo’s room’, you frowned.

Everything hurt. The cuts, the bruises…

‘Y/N?’, Feitan’s arm slowly wrapped around your waist. ‘F-fei?’, you widened your eyes as you immediately turned around. ‘Hm, get some more sleep’, he pulled you closer. ‘W-where’s Chrollo?’. ‘Out’. ‘To where?’, you nestled your head into his chest. ‘Went to see someone. She’s probably going to have dinner here tonight’.

She?

‘A woman?’. ‘Hm, she has some great nen-ability boss wants’. ‘O-oh’, your heart stopped as you realized the feeling that washed over you, ‘Here?’.

‘What’s wrong?’, Feitan never failed to see right through you.

‘Nothing’, you forced a smile on your face as you wrapped your leg around him, ‘Is it okay if I get some more sleep?’. ‘Of course’, he placed a small kiss on the top of your head, ‘I’ll be here when you wake up’. ‘I know’, you tightened your grip around him, ‘Thanks Fei’.

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imagine-this-doesnt-suck · 1 month

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Sleeping with Spiders

YellowJewl

Chapter 2

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!!!!!!SMUT AND GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AHEAD!!!!!

You were all packed and ready to catch your train hours before it would even arrive at the station. It was just about 2:40 AM and nerves alone had you up and walking the city streets. You quit quite a bit ago but you would have killed for a smoke right about now. Were you restless about such a big move? You don't know why but something in the pit of your stomach was telling you that something was wrong.

When you neared the gallery, that feeling grew stronger. Looking down at your phone, it was already three. The witching hour. You started to walk faster towards the gallery, you knew something was happening. And at closer inspection you were right. The front windows were shattered, someone had broken in.

Your work. All of your work is in there.

Without giving it a second thought, you climb through the broken window. It's dark inside and you can barely see a thing. You can't help but wonder what you are even doing here. Did you think you were going to fight off the intruders on your own? Fat chance. Why didn't you just call the police? The police! That's right! You sink to your knees and begin to fumble for your phone but freeze dead in your tracks as soon as you hear voices.

"Damn Feitan. You couldn't have picked a smaller picture to steal?"

"I like this one."

"Wish Shizuku was here with that vacuum. It would make this a whole hell of a lot easier."

"Stop complaining, crybaby."

That voice, it sounds familiar. Hesitantly you rise to your feet to grab a better look at the burglars.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The words fall from your mouth as your jaw hangs slack. You immediately recognize the shorter of the two men. Though he has traded in his suit for long black robes, you easily recognize the pretty pale face peeking out of the large scarf he's using to conceal it.

At the sound of your voice the men freeze. The taller looks to his short friend, who at this point just looks exasperated. But now, you're angry. "Seriously dude? I offer to make you a piece and you turn around and steal my art? What the hell? Did you really not want to pay for it that badly?"

The man looks to his partner and says, "Phinks, take the painting. I'll take care of this." You must have blinked because before you know it he has you pinned against the wall and a knife to your throat. He's fast, real fast, and despite being so small, he's really strong. He has your hands pinned above your head and seems intent on not giving you an inch of leeway. His blade tickles your throat as he runs it across your skin. He's toying with you.

"What? Are you really going to kill me now?" You growl through gritted teeth.

"Yes." He says, not missing a beat. A devilish smile slithers onto his lips as he drags his knife down from your neck, across your body and finally stopping at your abdomen, "I want to have fun first." He plunges the knife into you. A gasp leaves your lungs as the stinging sensation rushes through you, you quickly clench your teeth to avoid giving him any satisfaction.

"Don't do that." He orders as he slaps the side of your face. "It's no fun if you don't scream for mercy."

He's a damn sadist, you should've guessed. He would have killed you by now if he wasn't. Stringing it out like this, its torture. He twists the knife still inside of you and you bite down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper from tumbling out of you. "Scream." He repeats.

You glare into those cold eyes of his, your face a crimson red, and you spit in his face, "Make m-"

He grabs your jaw pulling your face towards him so you are eye to eye, "Stupid girl, do you really want your last words to be 'make me'?" In one fail swoop he pulls the knife from your gut and slashes across your chest. The blade tears your shirt and you can see the red beginning to stain the tattered cloth from beneath. Your chest begins to rise and fall in fractic beats as your breathing becomes ragged. You were covered in blood from the chest down, though the cut on your chest was shallow, the wound in your stomach was deep but you could hardly feel it due to the adrenaline pulsing through your veins. If he didn't kill you first, you were sure that your heart exploding in your chest, surely would.

It's a bit odd. You weren't afraid. Or as afraid as you know you should be. You could die at any second and yet instead of fear, you feel…

The blade shoots across your vision like a falling star in the night sky. Swift and sharp. You have no time to even brace yourself for the imminent impact. When the knife plunges into your shoulder, you are no longer able to hold back the noise that rips through your throat.

He stares at you, wide eyed for a millisecond before his brows furrow and his eyes are narrowed and fixed on you.

"You moaned?"

If your face hadn't been beet red before, it is now. The utter embarrassment rushing through you somehow makes you completely forget about the knife sticking out of you at this very second. "No I did not!"

His look of speculation quickly turns smug. "Did too, slut."

"Shut the hell up!"

"I should have known a freak like you would get off on this."

"A freak like me!? You're the sadistic bastard using me like a pin cushion."

"And you're real mouthy for someone going to die." You watch as he takes a finger and pokes at your wound. With his finger painted red, he raises it to your lips, "Clean it."

"Fuck you." You hiss.

"You really want to, huh?" His grip on your hands has loosened a bit and he looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye. You watch as he takes the bloody finger poised at your mouth and raises it to his own where he gives it a soft kitten lick. That thing that's been stirring inside you, that lack of fear, it's clawing to get out. Screaming to see the light of day. You're unsure of what to call it exactly, excitement, arousal, malice, insatiable greed? All you knew was that seeing your blood stain his lips like rouge made you crave all the things that everyone always told you to push down deep inside, to ignore.

You wanted him. You wanted his flesh, his blood, and his bone. You wanted him to want your's. You wanted him to mutilate your body with his blade and allow you to do so in turn. You wanted to paint the sky red with blood, yours and his, intertwining into the most vile shades of crimson. And you knew that to want all this, you must be sick. But that didn't matter, because all you really wanted was for him to rail you.

Your hands now free, you toss your arms around the man's neck and dive in towards his lips. Your mouth captures his in the most violent kiss. To describe it as passionate would be too simple, it was raw and hungry. You were two starved wolves fighting over the same scrap of meat.

When you finally break away for air, he still has your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it, so hard that he draws blood. When he does finally release you and take a step back, you find his usual narrowed glare has fallen into a lustful gaze as his eyes trail up and down your body.

Starving for more you are already pulling at the bottom hem of your shirt to pull it off and disrobe. You're stopped though as the fabric gets caught on the knife jutting out of your shoulder. "Shit!" You wine.

"Here. I'll get it." He says as he reaches for the weapon and quickly unsheathes it from you. You whimper with pleasure. A light chuckle escapes him as he mutters, "slut."

You groan in annoyance as well as impatience as you start to pull at his robes, trying to undress him as well, "could you just shut up and fuck me already." When you accomplish your task of leaving him exposed from the waist up you gawk at what you had just revealed. He's fucking hot. This guy not only looks good in a suit but also has abs and is a murderous psychopath!? All God gave you was the ability to draw, and mental illness. What the hell!?

You're running your hands up his chest taking in the view when his hands grip your ass and you're thrown back against the wall once more, this time with him holding you. He bunches up your skirt around your waist so you're properly exposed as he reaches towards his pants and pulls out his dick.

He doesn't bother taking off your underwear or even pushing them to the side instead he decides to approach the problem head on and ram his member into you. Your panties, already soaking wet from earlier, do their best to fend him off but ultimately fail and move themselves to the side as he pistons himself toward your entrance. While he sinks within you, your head drops to the crook of his neck, with a sharp inhale, you breathe in his aroma mixed with the stench of blood. It's an intoxicating smell. You test your luck and lick the side of his neck, not receiving any immediate criticism you decide to suck and bite on the flesh, leaving your mark on him. You resume your attack on his soft skin, leaving a menagerie of bruises and hickeys on him. Beneath you, a groan rattles from the man's throat, making you blush from the indirect praise.

He slides in and out of you with reckless abandonment with unprecedented speed. The moments he pauses and pulls out are the most agonizing. When he finally drives his shaft back inside of you, it slams against a spot that makes vision darken and your mind numb. You let out a howl of pleasure as he relentlessly pounds into you, over and over again. With every movement you're slammed into the wall again, the cheap gallery wall paper rubbing your back and ass raw.

"Fuck. Oh fuck yes! Please- Fuuuugh-"

"Do you ever shut up? You moan like a bitch in heat." He scoffs as you let out a string of curses with every movement of his hips.

"Thou- thought you wanted me to scream." You sneer as you dig your nails into back as you let out another moan.

"Yeah. My name."

"And what's your- oh Shit! Shit! Oh fuck yeah! What's your name? What's your name?"

"F-Feitan. F- you- you real tight." He mutters something between ragged breaths in a language you don't understand.

You let out a chuckle, "Who's the bitch now? Ow! Oh yes, Fei Feitan! Right there! Right-" you're in absolute bliss. You feel like you could die at any second and yet, you have never felt more alive. You wistfully reach for one of his hands and place it on your throat. He understands instantly as he holds your neck in a vice grip and begins to speed up his thrusts.

His beautiful raven locks now stick to his face, wet with sweat. His once ghostly pale face is tinted red, starkly contrasting your own which is quickly turning blue due to asphyxiation.

"Fei- tan." You choke out. You are so close. Your body begins shaking violently and you can feel your insides tighten as he hammers into you before his pace begins to kilter off. You let out a scream, then you go limp and you're left feeling fuller thsn you have felt in a long time.

The night is silent, the only sound to be heard is the heavy ragged breaths of the two of you coming down from your high. Feitan lets go of your limp body and you slink to the ground with a thud. He runs a hand through his inky mop and immediately begins looking for his robes.

You watch him go about his business and are hit with a sudden pang of pain. You crumple to the floor as you clutch the wound on your stomach. Your shoulder is pulsing with pain as well from its stab wound. It seems that since the adrenaline has worn off you are much more aware of the seering pain.

"You should apply pressure to that. Or you'll bleed to death." He says, looking down at you.

"So what? Decided not to kill me? Was the pussy that good?" You taunt from your place on the ground. He doesn't answer, istead he's back to giving you those silent, narrowed looks. You try to flash a smile but only suceed in coughing up blood.

When you look up again a hand is outstretched towards you. You gingerly take it as he helps you to your feet. "You still going to paint for me?"

"... Sure, but you owe me a movie."

#feitan #feitan hxh #feitan porter x reader #x reader #smut fic #hxh #hxh x reader #feitan x reader

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dreams-writings · 10 months

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Reverse Interrogation -

Part 3

[sub!Feitan Portor x top!Reader]

‼️NSFW / MDNI‼️

[afab reader is more experienced, Feitan is a deprived virgin & gets edged / mind broken into submission.]

Tw: smut, torture, violence, NSFW/MDNI, vulgar language, Feitan gives verbal consent but still isn't happy with the situation/ (dubcon????)

taglist: @chrollosbiggeststan @astresoleil

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Feitan regarded the woman above him in silent awe, drinking in her image as he reflected on the surrealism of the current moment. She moved with such effortless grace, and his eyes watched her back curve into a perfect arch as she straightened up a bit, not failing to notice the way her exquisite body became a living work of art with each fluid motion. All for exclusively him to witness.. and just his eyes only. it felt like an odd privilege to be here. Her shoulders rolled backwards, lifting her breasts along with the movement in a seamless display of striking beauty.

"Are you ready?"

She asked him softly. Before he knew it, she was reaching out to him, and he flinched beneath her touch. He was still unaccustomed to any kind of gentle, harmless physical contact. A tender thumb, tracing a smooth and delicate line down his cheek had him shying away. It felt out of place for someone like him to be touched in such a manner.

There was so much of her that he hated, including her awful need to always have the last word.. her entitled attitude and her cleverness which she consistently weaponized to make him feel powerless. She always succeeded, and eventually got the better of him, to his dismay. He could not handle how she backed him into a corner so well and left him without options. It was legitimately maddening.

But there were also parts of her that he found himself drawn to like a lost moth to a flame. He couldn't describe it.. or put it into words. But she was, in a way, comparable to all things associated with comfort. The more time he spent flush against her wonderful body, the more his own would ease and melt into the mattress beneath him. In his eyes, she carried the same sweetness of a first flower blooming in the spring, sprouting out from beneath the snowfall to clear away the biting cold. Like a hot meal after days of starvation, clutching at a warm bowl with trembling hands and savoring the swaying steam that warmed his cheeks and left a blanket of humidity on his skin. Like quilts, pillows, and clouds.. she was indescribably inviting.

All of this a stark contrast, to him - and his jagged, sharp, ruthless edges. If she were those wonderful things, he was a merciless blizzard wind that left sharp ice gnawing at your flesh and your fingers freezing off in morbid chunks of necrotic lifelessness.

He wasn't sure how to answer her question other than to nod.. just once. A bob of his head to indicate she could proceed. Feitan turned his gaze away from her, closing his eyes as his heart began to squeeze, and skipped a few beats. The palpations of nervousness made him a bit nauseous.. or maybe it was that odd phenomenon people described as butterflies? Either way he didn't like it. He wished his stresses would ease away because it was just an added discomfort to his insecurities with the situation.

Feitan's breath hitched as she began to sway her hips from the position of her naked straddle, feeling a rush of warmth wash over him like a wave both from the physical stimulation and also the slick of her arousal coating his hard length. It was all so new and so strange.. and he gave a shudder as she started to pick up into a slow rhythm. It felt so nice.

Maybe she was trying to properly lube him up before penetration, or maybe it was a teasing behavior, now that she was grinding back and forth over the shaft of his member in order to experience some contact on her clit. He was just waiting and hoping for the moment where she'd be gracing him with the generous experience of her pussy, if just this was enough to make him disintegrate into mush.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that? You really are breathtaking to look at, even if you're insufferable to talk to. Pretty eyes, pretty face... Beautiful voice,"

"...Don't understand you.." he admitted quietly, averting his gaze yet again in the opposite direction as she tried to lean in and catch his attention. At this point he was definitely thinking she was just fucking off her rocker. Nothing she said could ever be factual in any sense.

"You don't have to, love," she replied, matching his uncertain tone with a soft one. This has his head reeling with confusion. He'd never ever experienced feminine care before. Not that this was necessarily genuine care, it couldn't be - but this stranger really was pushing him far out of his comfort zone in more ways than he initially expected.

He wasn't sure if he even liked being brought face to face with comfort like this. It felt.. wrong, for someone like him to have. He was a bad person - he'd made peace with that long ago. It was difficult to endure such affection as a result. But it was unmistakable now that they were going a step further - there was more than just desire alone in her body language and her tone. Especially her eyes.. There was something softer there too. He hated it. Kind of. Maybe?

The woman paused in her movements to kiss him, dipping down to savor his lips, and for the first time, Feitan made a conscious effort to reciprocate. He was simply curious and engaged now, setting aside his personal feelings of a grudge to get a taste for these things and see what he might like.

He gave a soft exhale. A gentle, pleased sound. He had to admit, the sensation was relaxing in a way. "You're being so good for me. I'm very impressed. I'll let you continue to touch me as you wish, while I take care of your needs."

He was taken aback a bit by these words. Ever since he'd agreed verbally to continue towards heavier sexual intimacy, and after he'd eased up and started returning physical contact.. her entire demeanor had changed. It felt like she was almost amorous towards him.

There was something Feitan wanted to do, ever since he took in the full sight of her body under these contexts, so with her blessing on the matter he went ahead and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her downward in a deliberate motion. One hand went to clutch at her left breast, lightly squeezing the second his palm enclosed around it, while his mouth reached for the right. His lips locked over the erogenous zone, suckling experimentally.

The delighted cry of surprise she gave was very satisfying indeed. Enough that he instinctively rolled his hips upwards with a desire to fuck what made such nice sounds. Feitan doubted she would let him actually take full initiative here, but this small act of defiance was all he really needed to be satisfied for now. It was something he decided on for himself.

Sucking on her with a tad more confidence, he swiped his tongue over her nipple to see how it would feel, immediately grunting in surprise as he felt her grind a bit harder than before in a more sudden motion from the base of his length to the head. His dick twitched, a few droplets of desperate precum finding their way up his tip and immediately becoming indestinguishable from all the fluids, mixed in the excessive slick of his bed partner's arousal as she smeared the two together with a single motion. In his opinion.. it was mean to be using him like this, stimulating him with minimal friction while his cock essentially rubbed up the sensitive rim of her entrance.

He began to meet with her smooth motions, thrusting in harmony with her rhythm to feel himself glide between her vaginal lips, still brushing past her actual hole each time. He humped against her greedily, and she gave back a slow pace just to tease, easing him between the petals of her wet core and lightly petting her own clit with his cockhead. At the perfect time, a bit more of his virgin precum beaded together at his slit, kissing her clitoris and leaving the runny wet remnants over the sensitive bud.

"I'm going to put you inside now.. alright?" She whispered softly. Feitan unlatched himself from her breast, giving nothing but a small nod, bracing himself as he moved his hands from her chest to her waist.

"But I have another command for you. One you have to follow.. for the sake of this whole trade. Look me straight in the eyes while I take you inside me, okay?"

The woman, who's name he didn't even know yet, lowered herself slowly to align her body, and she even kissed softly a few times over his flushed neck in a way that was unmistakably adoring. She couldn't possibly be mistaking this for some kind of romantic exchange.. it wasn't. Nonetheless, he felt kind of lightheaded, but in a good way. Cheeks warm.. stomach warm.. everything was warm. Her body heat was like utter sustenance to his skin.

He glanced down to watch where they were soon to be connected as one, noticing his penis was an angry red near the top, swollen from how much he'd been sexually tortured, teased, and turned on since the start. He was sure the relief would be worth everything.

Feitan really craved to be imbedded in her core. Perhaps it originated from how touch starved he was. But he was not the first to move and shove himself upwards into her like he wanted. Instead he felt the soft head of his desperate length penetrate past the initial coating of her wetness, stretching and pulling apart tight walls, and he held his breath for a split second. His jaw dropped upon feeling himself deliciously slide into her with perfect fucking ease.

Something about the way she so sensually and teasingly took her time with him here made him shake with impatience. He could feel the warm, velvety walls squeeze around his most sensitive place in a way that made his body practically melt into puty. He moaned quietly, quick to tighten his lips around the sound to stifle it.

All the while he was sure to follow her order. Don't look away, she'd said. He remembered it. He watched her eyes soften into a look of satisfaction, maybe something even more than that - her lips parting into a gasp as she also assumingly felt something by him filling up her cunt to the brim. It was all horribly vulnerable, and he was sure she had witnessed every miniscule piece of him that shattered and broke into a messy pile of transparent honesty.. screaming the truth out that he fucking needed this so badly. But also.. it was hot watching her face contort in response to the penetration.

Feitan knew he couldn't pull himself together enough to keep the shameful evidence off his expression with how quickly he was unravelling here. He knew his cheeks and ears were blistering red because they felt scorching, and he knew his look had changed, and his eyes too - all by the way she was staring at him with such smugness.

Still.. the intimacy of conjoining bodies really hit him differently with the eye contact all throughout start to finish. He felt humiliated and yet... More frantically turned on at the same time.

Mouth slightly parted, moistened lips trembling, he involuntarily gave a sweet sound once he bottomed out. The sinfully sensual embrace ripped a shudder from his body, too - all so barely audible. His mouth started forming words before he could even comprehend them leaving his tongue.

"Ohh fuck.. so good.. tight.."

he spluttered out these vulgarities, eyes glassy and hazy. "I know baby.. it's all just for you," He faintly heard her chuckle. But all he could focus on, all he could drown in, was this feeling of being sheathed in a pretty, tight hole between her plush thighs. Wrapped within her body, he squirmed a bit, pressing his hips forward to feel her cervix rub a few circles over his tip, and it made him groan.

Did she really want him to push past here and dump his cum so far up into her? Did she wanna get knocked up or something? Well.. he didn't care. Not his problem. He was eagerly thinking about filling her up, clear into the deepest part of her womb if she would let him reach her there with his seed.

All Feitan could really reflect on right then was how beautifully blank his headspace was. No stress.. no tension or suffering. He just felt good and there was nothing else to consider. Nothing else mattered but just how much of this feeling he could milk out of her, all for himself. He hated to admit it even to himself, but it was a much needed relief. Total, absolute freedom in that moment from responsibilities. he felt disentangled from all the millions of little things that weighed him down day by day.

"Oh-"

A second later said feeling was amplified so quickly he felt his stomach.. and other places.. light up as if on fire, but much more pleasant.. a fizzy summersault sensation just squeezing together under his tummy. She'd started moving. He got maybe two or three slow bounces from her before she halted. Suddenly and without any verbal explanation.

"Nng.. Don't.. s-stop.."

He clawed with impatience at her hips, realizing he had been digging his nails recklessly into her skin just a moment ago. Well.. what was to be done about it? After she let him pick out something to touch earlier and he'd gotten a brief moment of victory earlier, touching her breasts - he'd been pretty unreserved with his fingers. Trailing all over and exploring.. sometimes squeezing over her curves to absorb as much as he could before this all ended.

But to his disgruntlement, she was frowning at him a bit. But.. she looked.. thoughtful? Lost in an idea perhaps.

"Stay right here."

Feitan didn't know he could lose so much so quickly. He gave a breathless gasp of protest as she moved upwards and removed herself from his body, his sound of despair warping into a strangled whimper of agony the second he lost that tight warm grip around his leaking and ready cock. His rock hard dick was again deprived of attention, left throbbing and painful in the exposed chilly air.

He flushed red immediately, he hadn't ever thought he was capable of such a lewd noise like the one he just made. His lip quivered, his breathing becoming almost erratic as he realized..

This was it. His last fucking straw. His breaking point.

It was like giving a microdose to a full fledged addict and watching them crash instantly.. a truly evil power play.

He struggled to stop himself from succumbing to panic and doing something he would regret later.. like begging. He would rather die than plead or ask.

Instead he coped by slipping back into his first language, his gut reaction being so strong that he had to curse profusely in Mandarin to feel even slightly better about her depriving him.

A few more disgustingly pathetic whines made their way out against his will and he realized that if she wasn't gonna touch him then maybe he just needed to do it himself finally. It was her fucking fault for being so fickle and deceitful.

Hand wrapping around his cock before he could think straight, he began jerking himself, breathing labored and coming out in short puffs. This had always been the perfect solution to frustrations he had with unfulfilled lust but suddenly he realized his dry, icy hand lost all appeal in less than a second.

After one new experience for half a second, suddenly.. compared to the luxury of vaginal stimulation, this idea ultimately delivered no sense of relief either. It also would get him in trouble apparently.

"What do you think you're doing? I didn't say you could jerk off in front of me. What an insult. Can't you wait two more seconds? I just decided.. I want to bind you down. Have some damn dignity."

He flushed with a mix of rage and exasperation at her words, completely baffled she would suggest he could ever throw his dignity away as if SHE hadn't pushed him to this point.

He stuttered, unable to even begin reprimanding her about that, because he was simply too flustered and disheveled to feel confident doing so. Rather, he could only tense up and give a hitched gasp as soon as her body came into contact with his again. Her precious warmth returned, and he noticed she was indeed holding the same restraints he'd used earlier to bind her to his torture chair.

She must've remembered them and where he set them down. But why bind him up? He felt an uncomfortable lurch of suspicion cloud his emotions, wondering if he was failing to proceed with proper judgement here just because her seduction was so effective. He still hated himself for his weak will in this particular scenario.. but.. he had to reassure himself that he could break out of those bonds if need be. Feitan was already certain she would demand him to wear them, and not hinder her plans, as per the rules of this agreement in the first place. So it might displease her if he didn't obey.

He hadn't come this far for nothing, so he sighed and growled in disapproval the whole time she worked to lock his wrists together. Sure, he'd take it, but he'd let her know he was pissed about it.

"Sorry about that baby. I just figured this might be my only chance to enjoy you like this.. so I wanted to add this little detail last minute. You'll forgive me if I do a good job riding you, right?" She gave him a devilish smirk and Feitan's jaw went slack the second she took hold of his painful erection again, lined him up effortlessly, and.. slid completely down to the hilt in one instant motion.

Being fully sheathed for the second time so abruptly, was like a straight hit of heroin to the body. He began to quiver and shake, wrists catching on the bindings as he gave an instinctive tug, and he gave a deafening moan, the first sound ripped clean out of him against his wishes similarly to the violent method in which he could tear someone's tongue from beneath their teeth.

"F-fuck!"

He hissed sharply, writhing as she started to bounce on him repeatedly. She was picking back up on where she left off so casually, not allowing him any kind of readjustment before stimulating him. With every rhythmic rock of her hips, he gave a soft pant, eyes glazing over with pleasure as he scatteredly obsessed over how incredible her body felt.

"Does it feel good sweetheart?"

More of his shy little squeaks and whimpers were immediately coaxed from his throat in a sequence one after another, completely out of his control.. as she began to really grind her hips and rub him up with friction. It felt as if her core was practically sucking him in with every drag of his cock back to the rim of her entrance, inviting him to plunge back in and stretch her cunt.. and he was losing it. He'd never experienced anything so mind numbingly pleasurable. "Something about your beautiful voice really gets me going, my dear~"

He whined again, realizing he didn't have much control anymore over his noises. And it dawned on him why she'd restrained his arms above his head to the bedrame. Knowing his tendency to close off and evade embarrassment.. she'd probably guessed he would cover his mouth or bite on his fingers to withhold his sounds from her. He didn't want her to have evidence of his weakness, and yet here he was, a complete mess. A sweaty, panting, flushed red puddle of shame and ecstasy whom she was playing with like a fun new toy. Indeed, there was nothing he could use to stifle any noise now that his hands were taken from him, and he felt all the more helpless.

Transfixed, Feitan's gaze lowered, and he adjusted his head to both relax better and watch better. He observed her body intently, seeing her hips and her waist move in a repetitive swaying pattern which was almost fucking hypnotic to witness.

He could literally see his dick sliding with perfect ease in and out of her.. profusely coated in what he presumed was her aroused lubrication. She would pull him out, feeling the suction of her pussy resisting the loss of contact, before she sunk back down on him in an instant and the head of his cock kissed the surface of her womb.

He was fucking frantic, fingers curling hard to make indents into the bindings, groaning and hissing at every last jolt of stimulation to his groin.

Every once in a while, despite his best efforts, his normally raspy and soft-spoken voice would escape through the form of a moan or a whimper. He really couldn't help it - the whining was more or less a result of him being overly sensitive as an inexperienced virgin as well as his natural tone of voice typically raising a few octaves when he was normally pleased. He did have an overall softer voice. She'd been complimenting it.. and as he watched her face, her look of approval with every sound that slipped by made him wonder if he could earn her favor this way. Should he contemplate being louder?

The bed he'd brought into this basement area was for rare occasions when a victim of his lasted through the night, or longer than he was able to really stay awake for. It almost never happened, but when it did, he would sleep here to keep an eye on them and ensure they stayed put. He also liked that it kept them up, feeling paranoid and threatened by his mere looming presence.

Therefore, it wasn't a very nice bed, being seldom used, and the frame was flimsy at best. Their intense fornicating made the metal squeak and cry with every plunge of the mattress, mixing in beautifully with their shared heavy breaths and moans. She wasn't apologetic about her sounds, a few of them making his body tremble, thinking to himself that girls sound nicer than he thought when fucking someone like him. She really sounded happy.

He tugged on his restraints a bit as he felt his skin grow more heated and sticky with sweat, his lips slightly dry from his repetitive pants. Everything was so heavy and thick with tension between them, but in the best way possible, and his head swimming with euphoria. By now, he was eagerly meeting her descending motions with light thrusts of his own, trying to encourage her to speed up. He was becoming a little feral with more impatience by now, chasing his orgasm with over eagerness.

His respiratory rate began to heighten into excited hyperventilating, his eyes widening in ecstasy as she sped up for him too, to accomodate his need to be pushed into climax. Feitan began to assert a little more strength with his yanking on the bonds, feeling the bed creak again under the pull of his ungodly strength. He shut his eyes tight, biting on his lip as he felt the wave fast approaching.

"Gonna.. gonna c-cum.. gonna cum-" he husked breathlessly.

"What's the matter, love? Am I making your pretty dick feel really good? Is it too much to handle..? I can stop if you want."

And she fucking did. He gave a choked dry sob this time, eyes brimming with a look of genuine torment as he felt his impending orgasm slip away from sight. The searing heat in his nether regions ebbed away into a far more subtle tingle of warmth. And then, it disappeared altogether.

She giggled, amused by his flustered state. And it only made more blood rush to his cheeks, if even possible. He was being brought to the cliff of his own frail sanity, and pushed by her to the edge in so many ways. He couldn't believe she was teasing him again. And at this point his face and his body were feverish, his limbs shaking with withdrawal from the whiplash of complete orgasm denial during his first time.

This.. this was torture.

Forget the many times he'd lost blood, suffered a bone snapping in two, or his body mangled in some way through the countless grueling trials he'd endured in life.

THIS was what he found insufferable.

"D-don't s-stop, want more.. give m-more-" he gave a sharp snarl as she suddenly leaned over him, snaking her hands behind his neck to grip some tufts of his hair and tug his head roughly upwards to force eye contact.. her lips capturing the silky smooth skin of his neck, just above the collarbone. His weak spot too, apparently..

"Ah-ah, you must wait a moment longer now," she purred softly, smoothing back some of his hair ever so gently despite having just performed such a cruel act on his body.

Oh God. His response to this was simply a low, drawn out groan, his expression becoming even more faraway and wanton with broken desperation. He was practically a melting puddle in her arms by now. A ragdoll that was her plaything. And Christ did part of him despise this fact. Nonetheless, this didn't change the fact that it was somehow.. very much needed. Without the movement, his dick twitched momentarily, and like an animal in heat he started trying to rut back up into her by his own volition.

"I n-need it.."

He tried again, still hesitant to plead too much in any way, gripping onto his last miniscule shred of pride like his life depended on it. There wasn't much left to salvage, of his image and reputation. At least in her eyes, as of now. Should he just give it up?

"I know baby... You really wanna cum don't you? You poor thing.. how about, if you're good for me, I'll promise not to tease anymore and I'll let you finish."

He nodded frantically, eyes wide with urgency as he attempted to get her to understand how much he needed this and therefore how crucial it was that she let him have it.

"I think that pretty voice of yours would sound so nice begging me to let you finish. Hm? Can you do that just for me?"

Now.. Feitan did hesitate. He had never been pushed that far before, and he'd never succumbed to defeat like this, pledging to never mirror how his victims acted. He could never judge them again if he ever did this. He couldn't maintain his sense of superiority and indifference to their pain, if he was just as much of a weak man at the end of the day, too.

So this was a major ultimatum for him. He just blinked, terrified of what she'd done to him and how. The fact that this would bring him to this fork in the road, of all things. After all, his victims didn't have a choice at the end of the day. Uvogin had once stated - Feitan didn't ask his captives to spill their secrets by speaking to their minds. He asked their bodies.

She was doing the same.

Who knew pleasure could be as motivating as pain.

"I...."

He struggled to find the words. It went against every fiber of his being.

But his violent shaking and his tortured, swollen cock demanded it of him. There was no room for a choice.

"Please.." he tried weakly. He felt himself shrivel up internally with self loathing.

"Please.. have to.. h-have to cum.. n-need it.. hurry.."

And his expression began to sink with defeat. She could pinpoint it, unbeknownst to him, that this was finally, officially the moment she'd broken him into submission. His eyes said it all.

The look of euphoric satisfaction on her face might give it away though, as her tongue dragged across her lips hungrily.

"That's a good boy~!" She drawled in complete delight. "You've done it, the hard part's over, so now I'll let you cum like I promised. Make sure you really enjoy it, I won't hold back anymore."

And he could only give a deep shuddering exhale of relief. He purred softly, as she started moving again, only fidgeting slightly when he realized that all the cock teasing made him even more sensitive than before.

Feitan was the type of person who had to be in control of everything at all times. It took a toll on his body, and his mental health - to be so constantly wound up like a pressure pot about to explode. All the pressure was seeping from his body right now, though.. he was succumbing to her will and her plans for him.

And honestly? It wasn't anything like he had expected before. He didn't feel any less of himself at this point.. at least not by the amount he was dreading. Perhaps this was just the nature of rock bottom.

He just felt complete desire. For once in his life he didn't have to have total obsessive control over how things were around him. Whether it be the situation, what was to come, and what was happening to him... He just let her do whatever and found that the feeling was truly liberating. He knew somehow now that she wouldn't harm him. That it was something his mind needed, to let go.

Did he have a choice? Not necessarily. She had seduced him with tricks he didn't understand, to get him stranded in this weird state of hypnosis. It wasn't natural for someone like him and therefore still new. Kind of foreign.

For a while she laid some wet kisses over his neck, sensual and slow, before moving upwards to suck softly on his earlobe. Another kryptonite spot for him. By then he was practically buzzing with overwhelming bliss.. instinctually chasing the rising feeling of pleasure, threatening to burst. A melody of whispered praises and pleasures began to slip past his lips in his native tongue, reverting again to what was natural to him in such a mindless state. He would speak in her language, though, to make a request.

"More.. more, m-more" he began, seemingly only capable of forming the one simplistic word. She wasn't fucking moving enough, dammit. He was getting fidgety and extra impatient again. With all these interactions with her though, he thought briefly to himself that she was putting actual effort into this. Not just fucking him. Actually, the woman was gushing all over his dick by now. It was very enticing.

She had decided to have mercy on him.. mostly because he'd been so wonderfully responsive to her wishes.

"Feitan~" she moaned his name for first time during the entirety of the session as the beautiful woman nearly doubled her pace, reacting in her own way to his cockhead now pushing harder against her cervix with every bounce. And good Lord did it turn him on. He didn't like being called submissive but he found that he couldn't bother to cause a problem when he really was focused on chasing his high right now.

She leaned over him, gripping onto his shoulders for leverage as she increased her speed and roughness more and more, in turn the result being a much higher level of stimulation for them both.

This new rhythm elicited sounds of wet skin slapping together, as he felt himself penetrate her deeper than before with the new angle she'd adjusted him to. She gave a cry, hips stuttering, and he responded with a low groan.

"Feitan, I want it in my cunt, p-please, I could touch myself just thinking about your cum dripping down my thighs. I want it.. g-gimme it.. baby.."

The slow, intimate love making had really done it for him.. but this was something he definitely found himself addicted to as well, just moments after she initiated the rougher sex. Their passion ignited further as she loomed over him, hair cascading like curtains and tickling his cheeks, whilst a hot and heavy open mouthed kiss began. Moans suffocated by her mouth, he put more effort into his own thrusts, lifting his body to meet with hers in the middle each time.

What qualified prior as potential gentle fornicating became the two of them fucking into wild abandon - short, harsh thrusts to achieve a heightened speed. Both just wanted to cum so badly.

Such shamelessly lewd, dirty language could have gotten him off alone. But when paired with so much stimulation, well.. he broke down completely, helpless and at her mercy pressed into the mattress. He gave a broken whimper, followed by a deafening moan as he hit his limit.

His orgasm hit him with blinding force which he was not entirely prepared for, white hot pleasure viciously tore through his mind and body, stranding him into a welcome purgatory of ecstasy. He thought deliriously to himself that he loved this woman- For a second, for making him feel this way. It all stole his breath away.

He could only ever worship someone who ignited his body in such a way. So, he drank in her image like that of a benevolent deity, feeling her also come undone as her muscles went slack and she collapsed upon him to ride out her orgasm in a clouded high. She sighed and ground her hips lazily a few more times, using his lasting erection just to gently coax her high into dragging on a little longer.

He felt more warmth, as his semen released into her drooling, hungry cunt just in the way as he'd hoped, his eyes rolling backwards in motion with his head as he let his climax overtake his senses. The amount of prolonged repression and teasing during the entire session caused his brief moment of euphoria to extend as well.

The high of dopamine that he felt right then was simply intoxicating, even as he began to cool down from the rush. His mind was so wonderfully blank of anything but contentment and relaxation. He oddly felt warm, and deeply happy with the current moment in time. Sure, he still didn't like this girl, but the sex had been incredible. He kind of somehow hoped she felt the same.

It felt so nice, to the point that his body was still involuntarily pulsing and twitching with the rapid sequence of his cum stuffing her fuller in spurts, pulling a second groan from her at the sensation of being properly filled.

He caught his breath, both of their panting slowly beginning to return to normal, and he sighed one last time, collapsing without a word. He felt very loose, and careless. It was nice to be at ease like this, feeling her walls still flutter around him on occasion in recovery from everything that had happened.

He said nothing, closing his eyes and trying to bask in a rare moment where he felt no pain and no discomfort whatsoever. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so calm.

He wasn't thinking about the interrogation at all or the original trade they'd agreed upon, either. Not even a little bit. It just wasn't really on his mind right now because that was all work related - he was in a completely different headspace, reflecting on his first time having sex and how he definitely already knew he enjoyed it significantly.

His first wasn't very appealing personality wise but she was cute and pretty, both things he was admittedly grateful for. Her body had done a good job helping him adjust, being how soft and inviting she was from the start. He just thought.. she might've been perfect if only her ruthless teasing habit went out the window. That was his only enormous critique.

Now, he gave a half-hearted groan as she eventually pulled herself off of him, vaguely taking note of the fact some of his own cum had apparently eased its way out of her body and pooled between his legs during their moment of recovery, and he'd have to clean that up. But his legs were jelly, his body was tired, and he oddly felt like someone had drugged him with a bit of melatonin, not realizing that cumming too hard can make you sleepy.

He blinked tiredly, seeing her rise to her feet, wondering if she'd untie him. But it was oddly quiet, save for a bit of shuffling around and a humming melody in her voice.

He tried to lift his head and see what she was doing but he just couldn't bring himself to give a fuck right now. She was still here, she hadn't escaped. It was fine.

A rustling of paper could be heard and then she returned to his side - he felt her presence again.

"You did so wonderfully~" she purred gently. "I don't cum very often, did you know that? But you were perfect. So perfect. And it felt good."

He purred softly as she cooed at him, and he was only half awake by now, feeling her hand which was now semi familiar settle on his forehead to pet his hair out of his eyes. She kissed his forehead. Feitan sighed wistfully, feeling his exhaustion start to pull him under.

........

When he awoke, Feitan sat up abruptly, brows knitting together in concern as the issue dawned on him almost immediately.

He felt a lot less tense than usual, which was a nice surprise. But he was instantly overcome with stress as he whipped his head around and noticed the woman he needed to complete an exchange with was missing.

Fucking lying snake...

She hadn't told him her secret as she had so insistently promised.

He noticed he was clean and had been bundled up into a cocoon of fresh blankets, shielding his naked body from any eyes, but also the cold. It didn't seem like anyone had come in here, as they would likely wake him up and scold him for losing sight of the Troupe's prisoner.

Nonetheless, something caught his eye that was out of place whilst looking around in a panic for traces of her whereabouts.

A note, in handwriting he didn't recognize.

In a rush, he scurried over, hopping to pull on his underwear and pants in the process. She'd left it by the rest of his tools, which were never completely cleaned from their first interrogation together. Her blood still caked onto three in particular. But he wasn't looking at that right now.

Her message certainly made him feel many things at once. For one, she had left him what he'd worked so hard for, and sacrificed so much of his dignity to obtain. A detailed secret, written perfectly with concise wording but nothing left vague for his mind to guess at.

Despite all that effort, that wasn't really what he was staring at in complete disbelief.

She'd left an address for him. And beneath it, a short but sweet departing message.

I had fun. See you again sometime soon.

-(Name)

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