#feitan smut

[love-me-satoru]

Imagine laying in bed next to your lover but they’re asleep. And you’re wide awake literally so horny you can feel yourself dripping through your sleep shorts. Not being able to handle it anymore you pull out your trusted toy from your bedside table. Slowly pulling off your shorts trying to not make a lot of noise or movement. Throwing the shared covers off of you. You slowly start to tease yourself. Soft moans falling from your mouth, covering your mouth with your free hand trying to slience yourself just to not wake up your lover next to you. After teasing yourself for a bit you decided to sink the toy deep inside of you moaning out then immediately throwing your hand back over your mouth when you felt them slightly tussle the bed. When you were confident they were sleeping you continued with fucking yourself. So focused on tying to keep your noises at bay you didn’t really pick up the fact that you were really fucking yourself eyes closed moans muffled against your hand when you felt their hand wrap around your wrist. “What are you doing baby?” they said voice relativly deep from being asleep. “Nothing..” “Mhm..” Your lover pulls your toy completely out of you pulling a moan from you and dives straight into your pussy sucking up all of your juices. “Oh fuck!” "You close baby?" "Yes!" “Good. Cum for me” And oh boy you do. Squirming all over the bed cumming hard against their tounge. You literally passed out before they came back to clean you up.

[mamayan]

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.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Feitan would gladly die between some soft thighs

Oh definitely. He already loves soft things, but to have his head squished between your thighs while he eats you out… now that’s heaven.

He’ll mark you up of course, leave hickeys and bruises all over the fat flesh of your thighs, taking his time to suck and bite into them…

Feitan loves himself a plump woman that’s all I’m saying. Tummy, thighs, tits, ass… anything that he can knead or sleep on he’s in love.

He’s kind of like a cat, so if you’re laying on your back he’s probably resting his head between your tits and kneading your chubby tummy. It’s relaxing!

[hoejosatoru]

Well Trained

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

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

Word Count: 4.1K

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

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

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

Well, almost everything.

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

Your brows knitted. “What is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A smile spread across his face. “Excellent.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do, I ju-”

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

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

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

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

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

“What rules boss?” Feitan asked.

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

Feitan nodded. “Understood.” 

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

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

“I don’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

“O-okay,” you replied. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gulped. “P-please don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to cum? Beg.”

“Please!” Another hard slap on your ass.

“Better than that.”

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

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

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

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

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

You sniffled. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All off.”

“Yes sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Undress me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just like Animals

It's my first time posting. Sorry for any mistakes. (In case someone actually reads this)

MINORS BEGONE. DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: The bed breaks while y'all bang like rabbits lmao

Warnings: None, I think. Let me know in case you think otherwise.

The creaking sound loudened as he thrusted into you at an impossible speed. The poor bed sounded like it was screaming with you. Each animalistic stroke of his cock in your tight little cunt drove you closer to insanity. The bed was going to break any moment now, you were sure of it. But you couldn't care. Not when he was fucking you so hard that you could feel each jolt of pleasure like an electric shock coursing throughout your body. And so, the bed falling remained a hazy thought floating into the back of your mind where it belonged. He was groaning into your ear like an animal feasting on its prey. You were close. So, so close. You could taste it. You could feel it deep in your stomach. Every second, every thrust, you screamed and cried. Writhing under his weight with no relief. No matter how much you shook your head or dug your nails into his back, there was just no relief. You just didn't want him to stop pounding you. No, no, no, you could even entertain that thought. And it must have been the same for him. Because he was shouting at this point. Gripping you so hard that it hurt. It was all too much. Between the sound of the skin slapping against skin, his groans and the bed creaking, you were helpless. You couldn't take it anymore.

With a silent plea followed by a choked yell, you came. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over you. The wrenching, numbing sensation started between your legs and spread everywhere until it consumed all of you. Your mind in a bliss. You were too lost. So much that you didn't hear the bed detach from the headboard. Nor did you feel it fall until it crashed against the floor while your orgasm crashed against you. You almost had one practical moment of shock but there was no time, no. it all felt like a dream. The soft mattress underneath you sprung up softly and absorbed all the shock. It threw you upwards gently and sank you back in like you were laying upon fluffy clouds. You felt as if you really were. It was heaven. Your legs were shaking and locking and unlocking around him as if they had a mind of their own and he was still riding you through the orgasm.

You felt sensative. Oversimulated beyond your capacity. You weakly pressed a hand against his chest but you had no energy. He didn't stop. He kept fucking you. Thrusting over and over and over until you were filled up to the brim with his load. Rope after rope, it shot into you. It oozed out of you and spilled all over the sheets, painting your walls white. He let out a loud groan and collapsed into you with all his weight. Loudly beating hearts, breathless pants and gasps for air was all you could hear until the outside sounds began to register. Slowly the voice down the floor of your apartment grew louder and clearer. It sounded like your downstair neighbours weren't too happy.

"Are you people or animals? Keep it the hell down!" the middle aged woman cried at the top of her lungs, "No shame at all!"

You couldn't help as you giggled into his chest.

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NSFW Alphabet-Feitan Portor

I never write headcanons really, but this is a great way to me to workshop information for my Janitor AI characters as well. Enjoy! Trigger Warnings: It's Feitan, is his own trigger warning. Mentions of blood, torture, etc...

A = Aftercare

At first, when Feitan just pays for sex, he doesn't bother with aftercare. In his mind, that's already been taken care of by the transaction. But when he meets you and realizes you have more needs than just physical, he begins to pay attention to your well-being. He starts by checking your body for any injuries or cuts and making sure they are taken care of. If necessary, he will bandage them up. Afterwards, he'll carry you to the bath and make sure all traces of blood and fluids are washed away. For less intense encounters without any kink involved, it takes a while but he eventually learns to enjoy having his arm around you and nuzzling into the back of your neck. He's not one for talking much, but this is his way of showing that he's there for you if you need anything.

B = Body Part

Feitan doesn't spend much time admiring his own appearance, so it's hard to say if he has a favorite body part. But on you, he loves your legs. From your thighs to your calves to the curve of your ass, he will mark every inch of them with his teeth or knife. Most likely both... definitely both.

C = Cum

Feitan may have a fit body, but that doesn't necessarily mean he eats great. Don't expect the taste to be great. It's quite watery, but there will definitely be a decent amount. He enjoys cumming inside you, but has no desire for baby-making, so his go-to options are either finishing on your face or your backside. It's clear this man has a thing for marking his territory.

D = Dirty Secret

I don’t think he has any secrets per se (well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate; he definitely HAS secrets), but scandalous secrets? He’d be transparent if you asked him about his history, and he’s probably been with both men and women. Maybe once or twice, Feitan and Phinks have tag-teamed someone – that's just the type of friends they are.

E = Experience

People tend to assume that Feitan is inexperienced or a virgin, but I believe the opposite is true. However, he has never been in a traditional relationship. In my opinion, both him and Phinks prefer to seek paid companionship when they feel the need, for their own personal reasons. It's simpler and faster, without having to deal with emotions. Feitan has specific "preference" and it's easiest for him to pay someone who is willing to indulge in his frustrations and kinks.

F = Favorite Position

It's hard to say what he wants more. On one hand, he loves seeing your face during sex – the way your expression changes when you climax or when he brings out his blade. But above all else, he just wants to make sure you're okay. He reads your body language and facial expressions, especially if you've taken on an intense scene. He has a safe word, of course, but he'll also stop if he senses that you're not using it properly.

On the other hand, sometimes he just wants to bend you over any available surface and fuck you until both of you are exhausted. These quickies usually happen when he's feeling particularly worked up or just needs a release. He'll grab your hair, push your face into whatever is nearby, and pull down your pants as he takes you from behind.

G = Goofy

Contrary to popular belief, Feitan is not as serious as he appears. While he may have a stoic demeanor, it does not mean he lacks a sense of humor. In the bedroom, his behavior can vary. When he takes on the role of Dom, he is completely focused and aware to avoid unleashing too much of his torture skills on you. However, during more casual moments like a quick morning romp, he may crack a smile and playfully nip at your skin in an attempt to make you laugh.

H = Hair

Feitan isn't a very hairy person, with smooth skin all over his body. He has a slight trail of hair that leads down to a small patch of black hair. While it may not be perfectly groomed, it doesn't bother him much. When it comes to his partner, the amount or style of hair they have is of no concern to Feitan; he enjoys them regardless.

I = Intimacy

If Feitan is transitioning from paying for sex to pursuing a relationship with you, congratulations - you have reached an intimate level. For him, this is already a huge step, so if there is anything specific you want, you may need to communicate it clearly. As his feelings for you deepen over time, he may start to appreciate the softer moments between you, even though he might never say so out loud.

J = Jack Off

I don't think he masturbates frequently. It's not because he lacks interest, but rather because he is very self-aware and in control of his body. However, if you were to ask him to do it or even let you do it for him while he lays back on the bed and watches, he would absolutely be up for it.

K = Kink

It goes without saying, we all know he's a dominant, but not in the conventional sense. He craves control and isn't afraid to use restraints. But for Feitan, it's about more than just physical pleasure. He wants to leave his mark on you, carve his symbol into your skin, use ropes that bite into your flesh. The feeling of your blood on his skin is intoxicating to him, and he would savor the opportunity to cut you open and bathe in it. It would be even more thrilling if you possessed a Nen ability with enhanced healing capabilities. He enjoys blood but is not interested in any other bodily fluids. His marking kink would involve carving his name or number onto your skin; in my imagination, you have a "2" engraved somewhere on you.

L = Location

Feitan is not one to hold back; when he wants you, he takes you. However, his preference would be in a bed or a special room akin to the one he uses for his victims, where he can unleash without worry of making a mess.

M = Motivation

Before you came into his life, he would only get in the mood after a demanding job or if it had been a while since his last encounter. But with you around, even simple activities like washing dishes or reading a book can make Feitan ready to go. Just one look from you and he's all fired up.

N = No

I don't believe he has any interest in anything involving feces or urine; it's just not his type of kink. It's not that he finds it disgusting, it's just not something he enjoys. But with almost anything else, even things he initially may not like, I feel like if you persist enough, he'll eventually give in and try it.

O = Oral

He's a giver, through and through. He will bury his face between your thighs, losing himself in the moment until he's dizzy and gasping for breath. Even then, he won't pull away. He'll lick, suck, and maybe even bite if he feels like it. By the time he's finished, every inch of his face will be slick, and his eyes will be wild and primal as he looks at you. And if you try to tell him to stop, it will only fuel his fire. Keep that in mind before you ask him to ease up.

P = Pace

It's always a 50/50 gamble with him. I wouldn't say it's sensual, but he definitely likes to take his time. If you agree to a rougher scene, where he can let loose and show off all his skills, be prepared to be tied up and at his mercy for hours. He may even leave you there, tied up and sweating, before coming back to start the whole thing over again.

But all of this is just the warm-up before he even enters you. When he's finally ready for the final round, he will take you hard. The bed will shake on its rails and the headboard will slam against the walls. And it's absolutely incredible.

Q = Quickie

Feitan doesn't mind a quickie, especially when you're in the middle of a mission and there isn't enough time for a longer session. He has impressive self-control, so if you're not feeling up for it, he's okay with that. However, he also knows that you can't resist him when he asks.

R = Risk

Risk? Feitan doesn't even comprehend the concept, especially when it comes to sex. So what if the other Troupe members might overhear or walk in? Who cares if they fuck during a job and the target might catch them in the act? Feitan would simply eliminate any witnesses and continue as he pleases.

S = Stamina

Oh dear, your body is in for a rough time. When Feitan gets riled up, you'll be in for an extended bout of physical activity. Thanks to his rigorous Nen training and natural stamina, he doesn't tire easily. You'll probably lose consciousness long before he's finished, but even then, he'll likely continue on without missing a beat.

T = Toy

If by toys you're referring to the collection of knives, ropes, and gags he uses for his regular torturing sessions, then yes, those are his "toys." However, I have a feeling that once you explore his kinky side with him, he would have a separate set of these items just for personal use. Some people headcanon that he's dirty or gross, but in reality, he's canonically a germaphobe. He wouldn't want any blood or fluids from his victims to touch you. In fact, I bet he would even invest in a high-quality vibrator for other types of "torture."

U = Unfair

This is Feitan's domain. He takes pleasure in teasing you in every possible manner. He considers himself a master of all forms of torture and you are his favorite subject for experimentation. You better not cum without his permission, or there will be consequences. I can't help but wonder if there's a hint of masochism in him, deliberately prolonging his own orgasm until it becomes unbearable.

V = Volume

Feitan's voice is naturally soft, so he doesn't make much noise during sex. But that doesn't mean he's silent; his words are like whispers in your ear, filled with degrading comments and descriptions of what he plans to do next. He watches closely for your reactions to his words, using them to gauge your pleasure.

W = Wild Card

Feitan may not even realize it, but he’s a tsundere with yandere tendencies. He is fixated on you and will go to great lengths to gather information about you. He sees it as a way to bond with you. Your past and relationships with others hold little importance to him unless he can use them to manipulate you. He pays close attention to every detail about you for his own gratification. While this can lead to unexpected surprises, there is a fine line between showing affection and being overly possessive.

X = X-Ray

Let me begin by saying that size isn't always the most important thing. However, that doesn't mean Feitan is lacking in that department. He may not impress when flaccid with a modest 2 inches, but he definitely makes up for it with a solid 5 inches when fully aroused. "Size not matter in fight… or in bed."

Y = Yearning

Feitan has an above average drive and libido, but an even higher level of self-control. He can easily suppress any desires he may have, but when the opportunity arises, be prepared for him to let loose. After finishing a job, it's best to take a few days off because you won't be able to walk afterwards.

Z = ZZZ

I can hardly imagine him getting any sleep at all. I'm sure he does, but as a long time Spider, he has likely trained his body to function on minimal rest. Those rare moments after sex, when everything is calm and still, may be the only times where he truly lets himself relax, though. Even then, it's probably only momentary.

[spaceydoo]

MAKE HIM MOAN

feitan may seem like a man of a few words but when you’re in bed he knows every word in the dictionary to turn you on. it’s like he’s a completely different person when he’s pounding you into oblivion.

“ah- shit you feel so warm” feitan says as you slowly start going down on his dick in riding position as he layed down flat on his back. you said you would be the dominant one this time just to try something new which he honestly didn’t care about. as long as he was getting fucked, he was happy.

you were completely in him at this point but just to mess with him a little you planted kisses on his lips to see his reaction of you not moving. he wanted to fuck into you badly but didn’t cuz he’s a man of his word. sometimes.

“the fuck are you doing.” he said staring at you coldly. you didn’t want him take over just yet by making him mad so you started grinding first then started bouncing like no tomorrow. you leaned back grabbing his legs for support and continued to bounce.

“you’re so fucking tight- ah- you’re doing such a good- job” he said in between moans. you wanted to mess with him more by stopping him from cumming by slowing down drastically because he stopped your orgasm the last time you had sex.

“did i tell you to stop? keep on going. what? you can’t handle it? guess i’ll have too fuck you silly myself to teach you a lesson.” he said as he sat up, you still being in him. he did break his promise about you being the dominant one but at that moment he didn’t care. he then grabbed your waist and moved your hips up and down on his cock at crazy speed, earning multiple moans from you. you wrapped your legs around him to feel him better as feitan stared into your eyes.

“you like when i fuck you sliiy? yeah? tell me how much you want it.”

“i wan- i want- ah”

“speak up princess so i know what you want.”

“i want you to fuck me stupid fei!” you said moaning out loud.

feitan always seemed to know exactly where to fuck you to make you collapse and he loved seeing you crumble in his touch.

your eyes were rolled back enjoying the noises your pussy was making and his dick touching all the right places. fei was sweating and looked dazed by aware at the same. his moans and praises were sending you off the edge and his high was coming as well. your body looked so beautiful to him he hugged you and hid his face in the crook of your neck as he came in you muttering praises and moans while your orgasm came as well.

“i love you so much y/n- mhh ah-“ he struggled to say in between moans. he never expressed this much love to you in bed which caught you off guard. all your juices soaked his cock as you finished cumming.

“princess look at the mess you made. don’t worry ill clean you up.” you we’re still panting when you got off him and layed on the bed.

“what was all the moaning about? you should do that more often it’s hot” you said as you finally regained your senses.

he shot you menacing a glare signaling to you to shut the fuck up which you instantly did.

he brought you a towel and cleaned you and him up. he stared at you the whole time which made you a little embarrassed when you were going to grab the sheets to cover your self when he stopped you.

“i just love staring at my girlfriend what’s the big issue? i’ve seen you like this many times.” he knew he was getting you flustered and he thought it was so amusing.

“nothings wrong i just don’t like you staring.” you said with an attitude.

“drop the attitude.” feitan said as he glared at you

“or else what fei?” you said in a joking tone to get under his skin

“or imma fuck it out of you”

let’s just say that attitude of yours was never seen again after this

[rockstvrdotcom]

♱☫ ⪼ "silly little brat"

hi guys ik u missed me

fem reader btw

summary: a story in which you and feitan hatefuck after getting into a heated argument after the both of you fuck up a mission

tw/cw: hatefuck, spanking, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, etc), spanking, slapping, hair pulling, feitans a total b word, rough sex, slight knife play? not rlly feitan js threatens u wit a knife (technically his umbrella) and cuts thru ur panties 😝, dub-con (if u squint)

"oh my gosh. can't you just admit it was your fault? you literally got in the way right when i was about to punch h-" your rambling was interrupted by a loud thump, feitans hand making contact with the table; watching as the wood split.

"shut up. you're too loud" he muttered quietly. you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you blinked as you watched him walk towards you, little to no expression on his face.

he took out his umbrella, pointing the sharp end to your face. "you annoy me. very much." he said, his mask thingy; or whatever the hell it is— slipping off his chin just a little bit to reveal a small frown. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"wow! thanks! i didn't notice." you said sarcastically, before you could even let out a small laugh; he had you pinned to the wall in just a blink.

your breath hitched. he had one hand next to your neck and against the wall. his lips curled into a small— mischevious smile. he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "what the hell are you doing-"

"shhh." he cut you off, his hand now moving from your ear to your waist. his thumb rubbed circles; your mouth was slightly opened. you were confused, but went along with it— there was very obviously sexual tension in the room while you guys were arguing. his hand retracted from your waist, now sliding his thumb along your bottom lip.

"silly little brat, i might have to teach you a lesson." he chuckled. you looked into his eyes— his pupils now blown with lust. he pulled you close, bringing you in for a deep kiss. you kissed back, your tongues dancing with eachother.

while you were distracted, he took his umbrella, sliding his hand down the waistband of your pants/skirt. next thing you knew, your panties were cut in half; falling to the ground. you bit your lip as feitans hand snaked down dangerously close to your cunt.

"i don't even know if you deserve prep.. dumb slut. what do you think?" he asked, his tone mocking you. you didn't know what to say. you just stood there, wondering what he would do next.

he took your silence as an answer. "oh— so no prep? had no idea you were a whore." he teased, dipping his middle finger inbetween your dripping wet folds.

"you probably wouldn't have needed it anyway. i've barely done anything and your cunt is already drenched" you felt your cheeks turn red as he spoke. he took his middle finger and shoved it in your mouth, making you taste yourself on his finger.

"fuck. i need you s'bad feitan," you cried out, bucking up your hips into nothing. he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling. "wan' you in me, please." he watched you beg, finding it funny how just a second ago you were arguing and now your begging him to fuck you stupid.

"i think i might be a bit too big for you, you think it'll fit in your tight cunt?" he laughed, then wiped his hand on his baggy pants. giving you a look that told you that he'd let you take the lead for now. your hands rushed to take off the layers of clothing he had on. you were both making out on the table that he almost broke; once everything besides his pants was off, you admired the way his dick stretched the fabric of his pants— begging to be let out. your eyes trailed up to his abs, covered in scars.

you palmed him through his pants, watching his pupils dilate in pleasure. "fuck, its' so big," you whined, eyelashes fluttering innocently "don't know if s'gonna fit, baby" you complained, lowering your head down to his crotch as he sat up on the table. he grunted in impatience as you slowly took the waistband of his pants with your teeth and slowly slid it down.

"hurry up before i do it myself." he demanded, taking a fistful of your hair. he looked down at you, taking in the look you were giving him. you looked up at him innocently, eyes glossy and hair messed up. he licked his lips, his boxers feeling tighter.

now that his pants were gone, you became eager. you quickly slipped his boxers off. you watched his cock spring out— making you second guess even more if you could take it, he smirked when he saw your reaction.

and now he was tired of your slow pace, he grabbed you by the hips and bent you over the table. you let out a breathy moan as you felt his dick against your ass, looking behind you to see the sight of him spitting on his dick and stroking his cock; using his spit as lube.

you arched your back and backed up into him so your pussy would make contact with his crotch. "calm down. be patient or you won't get fucked, dumb bitch" he tsked, grabbing your breast and kneading it roughly. his hand released your breast, and moved back down to his dick, stroking it roughly before sliding it up and down your folds; covering his tip in your slick.

"put it in alread—" you begged, but stopped mid sentence when you felt a stinging pain on your ass. you looked up at feitan, who looked back at you.

"you're not one to make demands, sweetheart. i told you to be patient, didn't i?" feitan said, wincing as he grabbed you by the chin. all you could do was nod in agreement, your lips pursed shut.

he aligned the tip with your entrance, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a delicious meal.

you whimpered in both pain and pleasure when you felt him slide inside you roughly— his cock stretching out your walls and leaving no time for you to adjust to his size as he began to thrust in and out of your wet cunt as if his life depended on it. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, your moans and pants mixing with feitans grunts and groans to create a harmony.

curses spilt out of feitans lips, his eyes focused on your pussy and your pussy only. the sight of your cunt squeezing and gripping him; refusing to let go as he slipped in and out of you.

you looked behind you to see his thumb drawing shapes with your clit. "fuck.." you muttered as the pleasure of him playing with your clit added to the pleasure of him fucking in and out of you.

"hah— it's like this pussy was made for me. squeezing around me so nicely; she just doesn't wanna let me go." feitan laughed inbetween grunts, his cock throbbing— he felt it and so could you. your cheeks were flushed red, short breaths escaping your mouth.

"fuck– i'm close." you moaned out, cursing as you felt your stomach tighten. his eyebrows perked up in amusement, his pace picking up even though you thought it couldn't get any faster; but it did.

you almost gasped as he thrusted in and out of you so much more deeper and faster than before— your moans stuck in your throat, his speed leaving you speechless. "fuck, feitan, s- slow down!" you begged, tears forming at the waterline of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"you can take it." he purred into your ear, grabbing you roughly by the hair. the mix of pain and pleasure was just enough to drive you over the edge.

the feeling of pleasure and euphoria washed over you, clouding your vision. you squeezed around feitan, about to let out a loud moan until he covered your mouth with his hand. "shh.. i think i can hear the rest of the troupe coming back" he whispered. the thought of getting caught made your walls flutter around him, the pleasure of you tightening around him bringing him closer and closer.

finally you felt him release his warm load inside of you, biting your lip so whimpers don't escape your mouth. he pulled out of you, watching his spend leak out of your used hole. "what a pretty pussy.." he took his fingers, swiping up his cum that was flowing out and shoving it back in you. a silent moan came out of your mouth— only to be replaced by feitans fingers.

you both heard the sound of approaching footsteps. panic swept through you. "oh my god-" you said as you pulled up your pants quickly and put on your shirt. you looked over to feitan who was doing the same.

just as you tidied yourself up, machi walked in first. then the rest of the troupe. you sat on the floor, fiddling with strands of your hair as if nothing had happened.

[rotten-pomegranate]

(Happy Easter! 🐇) Hiiii, in the headcanons you did about the reader who escaped for years, how long do you think it would take for the characters to trust their darling after escape attempt? Have a wonderful day! 🫶

I will have a wonderful day(it’s 5:00 in the morning where I am) thank you

Warnings: torture

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Feitan

Feitan will never trust you again your gonna be used as a slave for the rest of your life once he gets you back

He might give you privileges like cooking or having a bed back but when he has a meeting with the troupe your chained to the wall

If you ask him for forgiveness he’s gonna straight up cackle in your face and rough you up a bit

The only reason your aloud to cook is because he wants to eat without having to make food so you do it

Shalnark

Shalnark is gonna take a while and you may start to think you got his trust back early on you didn’t he’s just tricking you into thinking that so you let your guard down

He’s gonna keep you in a dog cage until he trust you again, a big dog cage with lots of fluffy pillows and blankets but still a dog bed

He might fully treat you like a dog for a while just to humiliate you, making you beg for food and water every time you wanted some, and you gotta drink and eat it out of a bowl to

He holds a lot of stuff over your head after that, you won’t suck him off to get rid of his morning wood? Remember how nice he was when you ran away, he could have been cruel

He just uses it to guilt trip you

Phinks

Phinks folds the quickest, hearing your little cries coming from the room he locked you in is to much and he wants to hold and comfort you

He doesn’t give you all your privileges back and he’ll never fully trust you again but it’s better then nothing

He expects you to put an effort in your “relationship” now including intimate situations as well, he wants you to do stuff not just lay there and cry

Illumi

Illumi was livid when you escaped and he was livid when he found you, your never gonna get privileges or trust back

He just uses you a an incubator for his heir until he has one and after he has his fairly large family your going on birth control and your just his sex toy that he uses for stress relief

He’ll let you have a knife for cooking which he also makes you do all off

He’s gonna be hitting you a lot more as well, if he didn’t do it often before he does now

Hisoka

You don’t get privileges, you don’t even get to eat most of the time, your his personal flesh light until he forgives and stops beating you up every chance he gets but your still his personal sex doll and your only job is to warm his bed from now on

He’ll let you freely use the bathroom and eat without begging but don’t take it for granted because he can hold a grudge

If you start asking for stuff again he might beat you up to remind you of your place again so just don’t

Chrollo

You better have enjoyed your little vacation because your never gonna see the light of day again, your tied up in his basement, attached to a little bed with access to a small kitchen and a bathroom but it’s far from freedom

He’s still gonna get you pretty dresses but they are only for him to see

He’s never gonna trust you, he’s gonna hold everything over your head from now on, he got you a tight skimpy dress that you don’t even like? Your gonna have to set an alarm because he wants to wake up to a blow job to make his morning wood go down

It’s not gonna be the worst but it won’t be nearly what it was before

©rotten-pomegranate- All rights reserved, don’t steal, translate, copy, plagiarize, claim my work as your own or post it on other platforms.

[apollodarling-writes]

something occurred to me when i was thinking abt hxh :

phinks likes eating pussy because of the taste and also because he genuinely enjoys eating it.

feitan likes eating pussy because he likes overstimulating you and likes to punish you when you squirm too much.

chrollo likes eating pussy because he likes making you feel good.

hisoka only eats pussy on occasion and he has to be in a good mood to do it— overall, it’s still pretty good.

[love-me-satoru]

You're Mean.

pairings: brat!fem reader x Dom!Male

- can be any dom but it’s Sukuna & Sugu coded 🤭

being bratty doesn’t end up being fun for you.

"You fucking brat."As you ran away from him truly trying to get out your punishment. After egging him on all day pulling insult after insult out in public mostly embarrassing him than yourself, he said he'd fix your attitude when you both got home, and he was determined, and you weren't going down without a fight. You ran up to your shared bedroom thinking of somewhere to hide when he slowly closes the door and you feel his rough calloused hand around your neck pulling a small shriek from you. "Where do you think you”re going baby?" Trying to get out of his grip he pulls you flushed against his chest. Youre still trying to wiggle away from him when his grip got tighter. Not enough to actually hurt you but enough to know youre in trouble."So princess.. Why did you think it would be a good idea to run away from me?" You stayed silent. He didnt want your silence. He wanted an answer. He loosened his grip around your neck and grabs your arm so you didn’t try and run away again. dragging you to the foot of the bed and sits pulling you over his lap.“You gonna talk baby or..” he starts slowly rubbing your ass. “Am I going to have to spank you.” You didn’t care at this point. It was the principal. “Your bed baby.” He pulls your panties off in one full swoop flipping your skirt over your ass and swats your ass twice. Soft moans came from your mouth and it made him chuckle.“Oh you like this baby?” You stare back at him. Not saying a word when he smacks you two more times on the same cheek. more moans fell from your mouth. His hand ran down to cup your soaking cunt with his hand which causes you to yelp out. Trying to push his hand away when he grabs both of your hands holding them behind your back. “What are you doing.” “Nothing!” “Now she speaks.” “You’re mean!” “I may be mean. But you were the one who was being a brat.” “Stop it!!” “It’s crazy how you think you have any say right now baby” You pout up at him when he shoves two fingers inside of your soaking cunt. Pumping his fingers in and out of you pulling moan after moan when he felt you tighten up against him he completely pulled out slapping your ass. “What the fuck!” He just laughs. Slapping your ass again. “Still think you’re in charge sweetheart?” “Yes! Get off of me!” As you’re trying to squirm off of him his grip gets tighter holding your hips with his free hand.“You know baby you’re so fucking cute when you think you’re in charge. But we both know who realy owns this pussy” As his hand releases yours he shoves his fingers deep back inside you. Pumping at a ridiculously speed. “Who’s cunt is this baby?” “S’Yours daddy!” “That’s what I thought. Now cum for me brat” You’re squirming against him again feeling that tingling feeling in your lower half moaning his name like a mantra.“I’m cumming!” Squirting all over his lap with him whispering praises into your ear.“Good girl. One more time baby who owns this cunt” as he slowly pulls his fingers out cupping your cunt “You.. daddy. You own my cunt” “Good girl.”

[shiftingparadise]

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”. 

[bwabys-scenarios]

Sweet Thing(NSFW)

Feitan × Chubby!Reader

warning: cockwarming, reader and feitan are married, Feitan is feeding reader pie but it’s not sexual

A/N: another fic that has been in my drafts forever, time to banish it!! it’s a little short but I think it’s cute :3

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After a long day of thievery and mischief, it was always nice to come back home to his cheerful little wife. Feitan would count down the minutes until he would be able to leave the meeting.

"Feitan, you've been distracted today. What's on your mind?"

Chrollo smiled down at him. He, Phinks, and Shalnark were the only people Feitan had told snout his precious little secret. Feitan grunted, pulling out his phone.

"(Name) wants to watch movie tonight. Can't say no to her."

His eyes softened at his wallpaper, her pretty smiling face making his heart race. "Ah, I see. You're dismissed then. Don't want to disappoint your wife, right?"

Feitan was gone before Chrollo could finish.

(Name) pulled her apron off, looking over the small feast she had prepared for dinner. For such a small man, Feitan ate a considerable amount of food.

"Home."

She glanced up, her eyes sparkling. "Fei!"

He caught her when she jumped into his arms, squeezing her lightly before sighing into her shoulder. "Smell good, wife. New perfume?"

"Mhm, it's the one you got me last week?"

Little things like this filled Feitan with pride. (Name) wearing the or using the thing she stole for her slays made him happy. "Tch.."

He followed her to the kitchen, eating dinner with her. Feitan usually didn't talk much when he ate, but did listen to (Name) blabber on about her day. He really was a good listener, and took in every little detail. "Oh, and I kept slipping on the ice outside.

Can you believe it's snowing in November?"

Feitan grunted in response, making himself another plate before lookin out the window. "... fix that later.

Won't slip again."

She smiled, giggling as her face heated up. "Aww, Fei. Are you worried about me?"

His cheeks turned pink, and he continued eating without answering. Of course he was worried for her, his wife was a fragile compared to him. He feared she would fall and break a limb.

(Name) happily washed dishes after dinner, giggling when Feitan came up to hug her from behind.

"Movie?"

"Yeah, as soon as I finish washing the dishes. There's some pie in the fridge by the way!"

He gave a squeeze to her plush hips before walking towards the fridge to snack on a slice of pie.

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After finishing the dishes, Feitan followed (Name) with the entire pie in his hands, watching her turn on a new ghibli movie she had been begging him to watch for weeks.

“I heard it’s really cute, I wanted to wait to watch it with you!”

Feitan blushed behind his coat. If anything was cute, it was his sweet wife. She always made him feel so loved and special, even when he struggled to return that love. He still tried though.

He sat down and patted his lap, looking up at her with those dark eyes. “Sit.”

(Name) giggled in delight, sitting on her shorter husbands lap, facing the TV. He made it clear very early in their relationship that her weight meant nothing to him, so she’d grown quite confident in him holding her.

“Okay, so the movie is about this witch that-“

She is silenced by a spoonful of pie being shoved into her mouth. “Shh, starting.”

(Name) chewed of the pie, getting comfortable in his lap as the movie began. “Mmm… Fei, can I get another bite?”

Her husband hummed, his hand resting on her soft tummy. “Another bite? Sure.”

He fed her a few more bites, but stopped when she wiggled around. She whimpered a little when she felt his hard on pressing into her, glancing back to see his eyes clouded with lust.

Feitan’s hands lifted up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, sliding his cock into her wet cunt. “Keep me warm, cold outside.”

She nodded, sighing happily. “Mmm, of course baby.”

He rubbed her clit slowly as they watched their movie, giving her gentle praise when she clenched around him. “So good, precious wife…”

Around the ending of the movie, he began to bounce her slowly, one hand on her hip, and the other slipping under her shirt to cup her breast. She’d already cum a few times, and the wet plapping noise of their hips slapping together was enough to make the man groan.

“Fuck… gonna cum…”

He groaned into her shoulder, biting down on it as he filled her with his seed. She whimpered and whined, panting softly as he pounded into her ruthlessly to ride out his orgasm.

“Mmm… good girl…”

Feitan rubbed her tummy, planting kisses on her sensitive neck. “Mhm… can I have another bite of that pie?”

“Of course.”

The two of them spent the rest of the night cuddled up together, eventually falling asleep on the couch in each others arms.

[dreams-writings]

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???)

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

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

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

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

but then he doesn’t.

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

feitan was pissing in your mouth.

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

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

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

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hello!! <333

(sorry for poor grammar or language mistakes, english is not my first language😭😭) (also this is my first time requesting something, AND I'M NOT A MINOR, i turned 19 a month ago <33)

your writing is AMAZINGGG AGHHHH

nah but srsly the way you write the characters is sooo realistic, i hate fanfiction where the characters are written totally different from how they actually are, but the way you write the characters IS SO CANONNN

i'm already in love with ur blog🆘

sooo ummm im requesting for non-con w feitan🙏

anyways ily pls be healthy

aww, thank you so much! i do get a bit insecure about how i potray characters and this just made my evening! and sadly, you didn't provide a storyline, you know, specifically what you wanted to happen aside from the non con (how they meet, whether the reader is apart of the troupe or not etc etc) so i decided to make my own storyline so i hope this is nice! also, because it's easier to write imo the reader is afab with she/her pronouns.

BUNNY.

feitan x female!reader | nsfw

tags: there is a bit of chrollo x reader however it's still mainly feitan x reader, reader insert goes by the name "bunny" to avoid using things such as y/n not to mention it's a lot easier to memorize,

tw's: heavy non-con (obviously), blood, slight gore, torture usual feitan shit, reader pisses herself (thought it would be interesting to add), dacryphilia, anal

notes: this took a lot longer than expected, i'm not the most proud of this piece so sorry if it's not ground breaking or the most descriptive literally ever, this will also be posted on my ao3

w; 4,227

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"let me go! let me the fuck go!"

she yelled as the restraints on her arms and legs were tightly bound to the seat beneath her, she tried biting at anyone who dared to touch her.

in front of her was the dead body of her last comrade, his face was unrecognizable due to how much blood covered it, cuts and bruises everywhere on his body and all 10 fingernails were peeled off, scattered on the floor.

it was something she was used to seeing, she had saw peoples guts spilled out of their stomach, she had seen peoples heads ripped off of their necks..

but what it's someone she had known for so long in the same fate.. she can't help but feel uneasy.

her captors didn't seem even the slightest bit fazed by her behavior, it's like they're used to people acting this way.

one of them was taller, he lacked eyebrows is a notable feature of his, and the shorter one was pale, with messy black hair, the bottom half of his face was covered by what appears to be some type of scarf.

"she's a feisty one, how do you plan on breaking her?" the blonde said, who she later learned that his name was phinks, and the other's feitan.

"i have something new in mind." is all feitan said.

"alright, i'll leave it to you." phinks takes his leave, all she could do is wonder what he plans on doing to her, she heard that he tortures people, so, she expects to come out with scars.

but little did she know, she was in for something pretty different.

feitan steps closer to her, softly placing his rough, cold hands on her soft cheek, she flinches at the touch, making him pull his hand back at her action.

he stares at her, watches as she tries to break the restraints, only bruising her arms and legs.

"you're too weak." he said.

"either shut up or get me out of here!" she gathers enough saliva and ejects it to his face, spitting on him.

he goes to pull out something, a cloth, to wipe away the spit at his face.

"pathetic little girl.." he walks closer, bending down to her level to admire her features, but all it appears is him staring at her, blankly.

no wonder they call you bunny..

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there were 15 people apart of a gang, dealing with drugs, getting into fights with other gangs, and other things of the sort, it was dangerous work.

it was all started less than 15 years ago by a man, a 19 year old boy named adrian, who had joined a gang in order to protect his sister from other gangs, the area they lived in was ridden with poverty and crime, murders, rapes and kidnappings happened what seemed like almost every day, anyone was at risk no matter the age or gender.

and throughout the course of these 15 years the crime started to drop, all because of this gang, but after the leader died due to unknown circumstances, most likely murdered, adrian became the leader, and things changed,

adrian became the thing he swore to protect his sister from.

but his sister, now an adult, had gone down her own path of crime, she became more ruthless than that of her brother, at first not wanting her to join, he thought that she would be useful in a way, so, she became the first female member.

because of her cute appearance, they referred to her as "bunny," she may be cute but she's anything but, her face and clothes covered in blood and guts, an arsenal of weapons at her disposal, and, a master manipulator, often times used to "seduce" men into gaining information, but she would never actually sleep with any of them.

things started to take a strange turn when another gang had gotten involved.

the phantom troupe.

how this all started was that the spiders leader, chrollo, had gotten himself involved with bunny, she had to admit, he was a fine, handsome man, he spoke in a way bunny had never even heard of.

for their first "date," he took her to a nice, upscale restaurant, the food was expensive, something bunny may not ever afford, however, it was delectable.

the two of them never actually suspected one another to be apart of any type of gang.. or did they?

things didn't turn out well for obvious reasons, chrollo was using her to get closer to their boss, because apparently, he had something valuable, the details were vague, not even bunny was aware of what the hell was going on, and now her and the rest of the gang were dragged into it, because her boss, no, her brother, had owed someone something.

and it may possibly lead to his death.

when bunny found out, she was pissed, her brother had stolen from the spiders, and now they were after them.

what the hell was bunny going to do against the spiders, she's smart enough to know that she is no match, and that it's sudden death for her if they ever manage to put their anger towards her.

or was it?

bunny was not weak, she was one of the few apart of the gang that used nen, she rarely used it unless it calls for desperate measures, but, her ability consisted of her being able to manipulate her opponents to see their fears.

and she might have to use it against a few members.

but it didn't work.

she was still defeated.

she was the one left standing after the gang, her family, all fell beneath her, at the hands of the phantom troupe.

her brother, adrian, holds his broken, bloodied arm as he limps over to her.

"b-bunny.... get out of here.. you're no match for them... just ru-"

he was cut off with a sword stabbing through his chest, blood staining the concrete floors as she succumbs to his death, the sword is pulled away and his lifeless body falls to the floor.

the one who killed him appears to be a samurai.

bunny felt what appears to be fear for the first time in her adult life, she couldn't move, she just froze..

she shakes at the sight of him, as he slowly moves forward.

she was going to die, there was no doubt about it.

she closes her eyes, preparing for the same fate, but that's not what happened, she's still alive.

"kill everyone else, except for bunny" were the orders given by chrollo according to one of the members; nobunaga, that same samurai that killed her brother.

but why? why was she spared? did chrollo see something in her? was she useful?

"feitan, do whatever you want with her, but don't hurt her too much, and don't spill too much blood."

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and now were here, she stares into the dark purple eyes of her captor, he steps back from her face.

"what the hell are you doing to do to me?" she asked, she knew now that trying to fight back was useless, the restraints were on far to tightly.

he didn't answer, but goes on to pick up something on a nearby table; a small blade.

she was going to be tortured the same way he was.

he walks to her slowly, pointing the blade at the top of her shirt, slowly lowering the blade down, towards the end of her torso, making a clean slice, the shirt falls apart, revealing her breasts covered by her bra.

at the sight of the medium sized breasts, feitan feels his pants growing tighter, hidden cock twitching at the sight of not only her angered, yet scared expression, but how her breasts sit perfectly up.

but he wanted to drag this on further.

and with one quick slash, the bra is now cut in half, too, her breasts fall out from the now useless bra, revealing only a small bit of her areola whilst the rest is covered by the bra cusps.

now going down to her pants, with the same blade, it cuts smoothly away, slowly revealing her underwear, she didn't want to make any sudden movements, as he might cut her skin if he does.

the pants were now cut in half, her clothes were ripped in half to reveal the most intimate parts of her.

feitan goes on to untie the restraints.

"any sudden movements, and i'll kill you." he said lowly.

it was useless to fight back now, she got the hint on what he was planning on doing, he wanted to break her in another way, not in the usual torture way.

but by fucking her, whether she wanted it or not.

the restraints were removed, but before she could even think about moving, the blade was held to her neck, so close that it poked her, but not enough to draw blood.

"on your knees."

slowly dropping to the floor to get on her knees, she listens to every command he orders.

"remove your clothes."

she removes her shirt, bra, shoes, pants and underwear, she's naked, while he remains fully clothed, looking down at her pathetic frame, she could've sword a small chuckle was heard from him.

this guy was menacing.

he starts to shuffle with his pants, pulling them down only to reveal his leaking cock.

for his small size, it was just slightly above average, but enough to do something without causing any pain.

it was hard as a brick, was he turned on by her suffering.

he grabs the back of her head, and pushes her head towards his cock, forcing her lips to part around the head, he pushes himself down her throat, making her gag, pulling out with a single strip of saliva trailing it.

"a stupid bitch you are, can't even take my cock down your throat."

she wanted to punch his head off right then and there, clutching her fists as his cock re enters her mouth, but he didn't push all the way to her throat, going slow as he pulls and pushes in and out of her mouth.

she felt small drips of his precum touch her tongue, feitan pulled at her hair to remove her from his cock again, and pushes her face to his balls, forcing her to smell them, for a minute she realizes what he's trying to do, she pulls out her tongue out to lick the base of his cock.

"good girl." he tells her. "now you try on your own."

he officially removes his hand from her hair completely, he now expects her to suck his cock on her own.

she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to pump back and forth as her mouth follows behind, the pace gradually grows faster, the sounds of her soft moans and saliva begin to fill a part of the room.

his hand returns to the back of her head while his other goes to remove her hand that is pumping away at his cock, only wanting her mouth, helping her move at the pace he wants her, he moves his hips back and fourth a little faster than her, every time the tip touches the back of her throat she gags, rejecting him.

he wants to bypass her gag reflex, not caring at all for her gags.

"thats right, choke on it.." he says to himself, he sees the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, enjoying the sight of her wet eyes, because he's the one thats causing it.

a girl who came in oh so mighty and oh so tough, is now slowly but surly falling apart at his hands, he is slowly undoing her, and he loves it.

he can't help but go just a bit deeper, to her her lips touch the small amounts of pubic hair he has, she squeezes her eyes shut as she tries not to gag, a grin creeps up from behind his scarf, she's trying oh so hard.

"poor bunny, is my cock too much for you?" he mocks. "don't worry, it'll all be over soon.."

he pushes as far as he can, her cute, soft, delicate features will soon be covered in his semen, pulling away from her mouth to pump away at his cock, shooting out small amounts before more and more cover her face, shooing away at her hair, mouth and cheeks, and once he was done, he lets go of her now messy hair, viewing what he had done.

she uses her index finger to remove some of it from her face.

"taste it." he commands her.

looking down at the substance, the blade returns to her face, reminding her that he can and will kill her if she doesn't obey.

her tongue grazes the liquid, before sticking her whole finger in her mouth, tasting the salty, murky substance.

"not so bad, right?"

"i guess not." she responds.

"bend over on the table, over there." he commands again.

she stands up to walk over to the table, despite for how long she had been sitting on her legs making them a bit weak, she bends over on the table, sticking her ass forward for him to see.

viewing her ass, feitan grazes his hand over one of her cheeks, giving it a good hard slap, making her jump, and tighten her legs shut.

after seeing her reaction, he had gotten an idea.

feitan walks to a part of the room she couldn't see in her peripheral vision, before returning mere seconds later with something long and lanky in his hands.

was that.... a belt? or a whip? or maybe a mixture of the two.

after he managed to make it over to her, the leather piece of whatever-the-hell-it-was softly grazes the other cheek, before a hard, painful slap hits her, making her throw her head back, and borderline scream in pain.

"that was 1, out of 10."

just 10 more to go, hopefully he doesn't raise the number... hopefully.

another smack, this time on her left check.

"2."

and another on her right.

"3."

and another, on her left.

"4."

but he stopped, for a short moment, he see's her trembling, her legs especially, her cheeks were red, she gripped the end of the table, tears welling up in her eyes, she tried not to give him what he wanted, she tried not to sob.

but something else came out as well.

she feels herself let loose, as warm liquid falls to the floor.

feitan watched as she, quite frankly, pissed herself.

and we didn't even get to number 5.

feitan shakes his head in disappointment. "how old are you?"

"what?"

"i said how old are you?"

"uh... 23?"

......

"i'll raise the number to 23."

"damnit." she said to herself, why did she have to piss herself? she couldn't have just held it in a little longer?

"but i'll be nice this time and start from 5.. you were good up until then... you count this time."

he resumes, this time again on her left, and waits for her response.

"if you don't respond, we'll have to start over."

"5..." she stutters out, through her tears, she couldn't help it, he was hitting her so hard, and it hurts.. so fucking bad.

on her right cheek.

"6..."

she let out a few quiet sobs, not even close to the last 2 digits.

on her left cheek.

"7..."

her tears started to stain the table, she wept, and screamed at each smack.

on her right cheek.

"8..."

it kept going on, and on, and on, until she finally reached 23, she felt like she would almost pass out by the amount of pain she had to endure, not even period cramps were this bad, and that was saying a lot.

her pussy still moist from her piss, feitan had gotten an idea, but for him, it was still far too early for it.

he flips her on her back, getting a good view of her, her clit was peaking through the lips.

normally, he wouldn't care much for the pleasure of the person he's sleeping with, it was all to chase his own pleasure, however.. something came to him.

just fucking her senseless won't do for now, he wanted to see her completely undone, of course he was halfway there, she still looked at him with hatred and disgust.

but he wanted to hear her moan, to at least hear her beg for more of him.

and he knew exactly what to do.

using his middle and index finger, he pushes her lips apart, revealing her clitoris in all its glory, it sits unbothered and for now untouched.

for now.

he starts off with soft, teasing touches, in the most sensitive areas.

for her, it wasn't painful, no, it was pleasurable.

he wanted her to feel pleasure, all to boost his ego.

that he'll for sure break her.

she tries not to make any sound, its easy, but she can't lay here and lie by saying it didn't feel good, it did, in fact, it felt amazing.

especially when he goes on to remove his scarf, revealing his face entirely, she doesn't know if its because of what he's doing, but he isn't all that bad looking.

he pulls out his tongue to softly lap at her sensitive clit, her legs twitch at the sensation and she throws her head back, damn, it really did feel good.

she couldn't help but let out at least a couple cute soft moans, but, he heard them, continuing to lick away, he pressed his lips against it to suck, making her, unknowingly, slip out a groan, urging him to continue.

his plan was working, she was moaning for him to continue, just to take things to the next level, he sticks two fingers inside of her gaping, wet entrance, curling his fingers to find that spot.

and once he did, her reaction did not disappoint.

"f-fei!"

he didn't stop, but continued doing the thing that made her yell out his name.

music to his ears.

"f-fuck..." she gasped as she felt herself already nearing her orgasm.

but he felt her start to tense up, and he backed away, watching her, watching him.

she looked at him as if he was crazy, she could see the amused smile on his face as he watched her look up at him, her face once again showed those soft features of hers.

"... just like a bunny." he whispered to her.

she scoffs, looking away from him, getting a chuckle out of him, he could see how embarrassed she was, but he'll make sure to wipe that off her face again.

he debated on it, but, he decided to remove his cloak, revealing his fit body, he could tell by the way she looked at her, she was surprised he hid all of that underneath him.

she didn't know how or what to feel.. no.. she can't grow attracted to her captor, no... no...

quickly looking away from him, he starts to put his cock near her entrance.

"whats wrong?" he asks her.

she looks back up again.

"fuck.. he's so...." in her head, an eternal conflict, but for sure, her body would show it.

feitan looks down to see her producing the lube for him.. "it seems like your body is telling me what you think..." slowly pushing in his tip, then forwarding a little more, watching her reaction, she looks in anticipation as she teasingly enters her.

until he reaches it, making her tense up, curling her toes.

"don't be shy.. let me know how good it feels.." he starts to slowly back in, and back out, softly making contact with her sweet spot.

her breathing became manual, as she watches his thick, yet averagely long cock appears then disappear inside her, using his thumb to play with her swollen, needy clit once more.

she bites her lip to keep shut, she saw how he reacted when she moaned, she wanted to make him work for it.

"playing that game, are we?" he asks her.

"yeah, i guess we a-AH!"

he uses his index and middle finger to pinch her clit, making her yelp.

"there it is.." he said to himself, he thrusts faster, hitting her spot each second, her breathing started to get heavier, and vocal.

she couldn't help but let a few moans slip out as he played with her clit, while pounding away inside of her.

he hasn't even been in for less than 5 minutes and she already feels herself reaching her end, squeezing tight on his cock.

"f-fuck... fe-f-..."

"say it, my whole name.."

"f-f-fei...feitan... please..."

"please what?"

"please... make me cum..."

feitan lets out a short laugh, seeing her beg underneath him, seeing her spirit is fully broken.

the sight itself makes him want to cum.

he pulls out from her, making her whine for more, but he had gotten an idea, he observes her body, figuring out how this plan will go.

he wants to try something different.

flipping her over on her stomach, he parts her cheeks to view the second, more tighter yet often forbidden hole.

she looks back to view what he was trying to do, and realizes that he wanted to fuck her ass.

she wasn't ready.

"w-wait! i don't take it up there!"

feitan shoots a glare at her, making her relax.

he gathers some of her slick and coats it on both her ass and his cock, before pressing his tip against the hole, but she tightens it.

"relax." he tells her.

"i'm trying.. but.." she tries to unclench, but every time his tip presses it makes her tense up again.

feitan slowly sticks a finger inside to get her used to it, pushing it back and forth.

she tightly grips the table once again as even his finger was too big for her, she didn't want to clench since it would make it even more uncomfortable for her.

but, feitan was feitan, he didn't necessarily care, if anything he wanted to see how she would react to his cock pounding at her ass, he easily slides in with the help of lube; created by her.

she borderline screams out, as he was only halfway inside of her, the new, uncomfortable feeling was too much for her to handle.

"what happened to the bunny before?" feitan was at this point in all the way.

she couldn't answer, at this point, he got what he wanted, just by her being here, he already won.

because of how tight she was, he wasn't able to move as freely as he would if he was inside of her pussy, and even with the use of her slick it was still a bit dry.

grabbing her still bruised cheeks, the sensation still stung, but not as bad as before.

hell, now he was in the position of trying to keep his moans hidden, though not the easiest to move around in, the tightness was it's positive, without the wetness of her pussy.

her ass clapped against him as he thrusted in her, despite how red it is, he couldn't help but deliver a hard slap, making her yelp in pain, her head was thrown back, and feitan catched a few locks of her hair, and starts to pound away, seeing she starts to loosen up just a tiny bit, getting used to his size.

"so.... tight..." he says under his breath, to her it was only mumbles, they didn't even sound like moans.

he tried not to cum so quickly, especially since chrollo had told him not to cum inside of her.

"oh.. oh shit.." she moans softly as he holds on to her hips to keep her steady, noticing how fast he was thrusting; he was getting closer.

and closer.

and closer.

until he swiftly pulls out, and shoots ropes of his semen onto her ass, and lower back, hearing him groan as he pumps his cock.

she was worn out, laying on the table as if it was a bed, she didn't move, staring in the far distance of her long dead comrade.

"what happens now?" she manages to get out, tiredly.

feitan was too busy putting his clothes back on, as if he never even took them off, did he hear her question or was he ignoring her? who knows.

footsteps could be heard in the distance, and then the door opens.

that same blonde guy from earlier.

"so, how'd it go?" phinks asked.

"she gave in pretty easily." feitan replied.

"thought so, those types always do." phinks jokes, followed by a short laugh. "hope you didn't catch feelings or anything, you know what chrollo plans with her, right?"

"no, actually." feitan replied.

phinks looks back at her, still passed out on the table, he walks over to get a closer view. "damn, you sure you didn't kill her? or drug her?" he sounded a bit concerned.

"nope." feitans short response. "she's probably just tired."

"i guess so." phinks takes a look over at her ass, bruised.

the two men talk and converse, but she was too knocked out of it to really pay attention.

she didn't know what she had in store.