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#feitan x reader
highbats69 · 1 day
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yandere Trouble trio + uvogin making reader smoke weed
Warnings: rape, torture, smoking weed, being high, forced smoking
A/n: I like getting high
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Phinks
Phinks just wants you to loosen up a bit and stop screaming and crying for a couple hours, this man literally just wants some peace and quiet
He brings home a light dab pen because he doesn’t wanna get you totally buzzed
If you put up I fight he might offer to do it with you and if you still put up a fight he’s probably gonna threaten you with locking you up in your room for a week
If you don’t put up a fight and just take a few puffs and chill out he’ll be happy and just let you go about your day or night in peace
Shalnark
He wants you to let him have sex without you screening and trying to get his much bigger form off you the whole time
He’s also gonna get a dab pen but a stronger one just to make it extra easy for him to have his way with you
If you put up a fight he’s pinning you down putting it in your mouth and plugging your nose until you have to breath
While he’s doing that he’s also gonna taunt like “wow imagine what I can do if you do pass out, it would be so much easier”
When your body finally betrays you and you breath in the smoke he’ll be so happy he might pick you up and spin you around
Uvogin
Uvogin wants you to loosen up and let him snuggle you without having to catch you and then pin you down the whole time
He gets a classic bong and bag of weed and shows you what to do
If you put up a fight he’s gonna pretty much do what shalnark did and force your mouth over it until you breath he won’t taunt you though
He’s gonna give you the biggest bear hug when you finally calm down and stop struggling
Your totally sleeping in his bed so he can snuggle you all night
Feitan
Feitan wants you to shut up and let him touch you in peace
He brings home a bong and threatens you with torture if you don’t smoke it
If you put up a fight anyway then he’s dragging you down to the basement tying you up and cutting you up a little
He’s also gonna make you smoke it right there and then he’s bringing you back up stairs so he can just hold and touch you without all your annoying cry’s
He’s also gonna have you sleep in his bed and not yours because your never this quiet
Your gonna be smoking a lot more
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bwabys-scenarios · 4 months
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NSFW
He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”
He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…
He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.
He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.
He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance
He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!
The sounds…
He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy
He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.
He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!
Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…
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|| GOJO|| NANAMI|| GETO|| SUKUNA|| CHOSO||TOJI ||KURAPIKA|| LEORIO|| CHROLLO|| ILLUMI|| FEITAN|| EREN|| JEAN|| ARMIN|| RENGOKU|| OBANAI|| TENGEN|| YOUR FAV
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mamayan · 9 months
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YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!
TOUCH
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⚠️ 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
You have been properly warned and notified of what this work contains. If anything above offends or triggers you, please do not continue reading. Don’t make me waste my time writing all this out only for someone to read and get offended when all the warning literally tell them what is in this. You reading this confirms you are 18+ years of age, meaning a consenting adult agreeing to proceed and consume this content, do not come after me or report me because you aren’t capable of managing yourself.
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.
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0asisbliss · 2 months
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Men who just want a little love. Little kisses, hugs, head pats, etc. Your little touches drive him mad. There really wasn’t much of it before he met you anyways, so he takes every little inch of it you hand out to him.
LOKI, THOR, Buddha, (SNV) GOJO, Geto, Sukuna, (JJK) DAZAI (BSD) Chrollo, Shalnark, Uvogin, Nobunaga, FEITAN, (HXH)
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tinfairies · 5 months
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hello! could you please do nsfw headcanons for hxh chrollo, feitan, shal, and phinks, where their favourite place to cum is? inside or on their s/o?? please and thank you!!!
Paint It White
Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark and Phinks x AFAB!Reader
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Chrollo Lucilfer
He's prefer to cum in your pussy, but understands if you don't want that.
Instead he'll cum on it, and all over your thighs. Then he'll take great care to get between your legs to lick you clean.
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Feitan Portor
He prefers to cum in your mouth or on your chest.
Fei makes it as messy as possible and always makes you swallow his jizz. Don't expect him to clean you up if it's on your chest though.
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Phinks Magcub
Loves to cum all over your ass and back, smacking your thigh and then rubbing the jizz into your skin.
He's so nasty, he'll collect it on his fingers and have you suck it off sometimes.
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Shalnark
Begs to cum in your pussy, he gets pouty about it and will find reasons to make sure his cum gets up inside you.
Even if he cums on your pussy, he'll just finger it up into, hoping it takes and that you'll get pregnant. (baby trapping mother fucker)
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l1tw1ck · 3 months
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Saw you write for hxh, I was wondering if you could do something with Feitan x dom male reader, anything. There’s barely any content like that.
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sub!bottom!ftm feitan x dom!top!male reader
this super duper short, srry
cw: mild dub-con, rope bondage, aphrodisiacs, nipple play, creampie
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Feitan wakes up in an unknown bedroom, naked and wrapped in black ribbons. He looks up at you in confusion, his vision blurry and cheeks flushed. “What's going on?”
You look at the card attached to the end of the ribbon and chuckle. ‘Merry Christmas – Chrollo’. “Looks like Chrollo sent me a late Christmas gift.” You lick your lips. “Can't believe you've been hiding a body like this all this time.”
He realizes what's going on, his body growing even hotter. He's definitely been drugged but he can't say that his attraction to you is only because of the aphrodisiac coursing through his body. He wants this. He smirks. “Merry Christmas then, [Name].” He spreads his legs.
Feitan moans loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks as you ram into his wet cunt. You litter kisses and bites along his body, grinning when you hear him whine from biting his nipple. You lick the hardened bud and earn more whines and whimpers from Feitan. You use your hand to show love to his other nipple. He digs his nails into his palms and comes with a loud shout, his soft walls flexing around your cock. You pull away from his chest and bring him into a kiss while you continue fucking him. Thanks to the drug, he’d be upset if you did stop.
You finally slow down and come inside of him. Feitan smiles happily at the warm, gooey feeling inside him.
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lightfeltmemories · 4 months
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episode one: phantom troupe and romance; headcanons from least toxic, to most toxic
characters include: chrollo, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, uvogin, shalnark, feitan, phinks, bonolenov, kortopi, hisoka, illumi, nobunaga, franklin. (not in order)
tw's: nsfw but nothing explicit, mentions of non-con, spoilers for the deaths of pakunoda, shalnark, kortopi and uvogin, toxic relationships, lovebombing, mentions of torture (not on reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of reader's death,
notes: a completely self indulgent post, you can probably tell who im biased towards by how long certain sections are.
because this contains mentions of nsfw, do not interact if you are under 18, you will be blocked if you do !! also, do not leave negative comments please, they will be deleted :)
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pakunoda
out of everyone, guaranteed, she'll be the best partner out of everyone else, you might even end up shocked that she's apart of the troupe if it ever comes to you finding out.
she's a darling, spoils and cares for you like anyone else, a great listener and partakes in your interests in hobbies, its (almost) like a fairytale by how the relationship is, the troupe knows you but you don't know them! and she wants to keep it that way, of course still she's a murderer, so it would break her if you were to have found out about everything, she vowed to never let you know or even have you close to knowing about what she does, but you just can't help but wonder what she's doing when she's away for long periods of time.
until it comes to her death.
now, you eventually find out that she died from a close friend of hers, but he knows paku doesn't want you to know about the troupe, so, he's a bit vague, and a bit creepy.
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nobunaga
personally out of everyone else, i feel like nobunaga would be other most normal when it comes to relationships, but then again, he's an enigma, he doesn't strike me as the type to be the best boyfriend literally ever or very very toxic, i feel like out of everyone else, if you're looking for someone to be in a semi normal relationship with, nobunaga is your best shot, but of course, he's a part of the phantom troupe, and any member apart of it isn't exactly the best partner by default.
he's still a murder and thief, like all members i believe that he would definitely steal things that remind him of you, he'd most definitely kill for you.
unlike someone like feitan or machi, he doesn't exactly have a problem with being vulnerable when you get to know him, he'll tell you about himself, and of course, because he's a criminal he can't exactly tell you what he does for a living, but can't bring himself to lie about it either, he's just hoping that one day, if you know, you won't leave or judge him for it, his childhood isn't exactly all sunshines and lolipops, y'know?
he'll love you from the ends of the earth, but he definitely won't let you walk all over him, quick to put your in your place and won't allow you to manipulate him, he won't lie to you (about trivial things, at least) so why should you? (who knows, maybe you're apart of a criminal organization and is pretty much a wanted criminal yourself :P)
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bonolenov
similar to nobunaga i think if you want something that's somewhat normal, bonolenov is also a nice choice! (100% not putting him up so high because we don't really know that much about him it's totally because he would be a decent partner! honest!)
for one, you would definitely be introduced to usual romantic gestures and advances that come from his tribe, he'll tell you all about how things work with him, he'll do dances he learned when they were still here for you to show how much he adores you, and dresses you in garments that resemble such from his tribe, it's pretty cute, honestly!
now, what concerns him a bit is.. how you'll react without his bandages, he's not exactly sexy like chrollo but (to me, TO MEEEEEE) he's not the ugliest thing in the world! he just hopes that eventually if you see him in his true form, you don't scream and run away at the sight of him, its okay if you do! ..... kind of.
and if you don't, oh you'll mean so much to him!
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kortopi
now, here's another one we don't know much about! but i'll try my best either way (i just want to contribute to the lack of attention him and bono get in these spaces.) he's another somewhat normal one, he also doesn't strike me as the type to be the absolute worst, but still is apart of a troupe of murderers and thieves.
similar to everyone else, he'll steal and kill for you (idk if this guy even has a body count but lets pretend he does.) and is a lot more open to being vulnerable than some other members.
now, nine times out of ten you'll be taller than him because this guy is even shorter than feitan, so, he'll definitely be wearing your t-shirts and hoodies, and he ain't complaining about it!
and eventually, he dies, now, honestly, something told you that kortopi seemed... like the odd one out when it came to the troupe, he doesn't seem like the type to be apart of... that! you better hope that hisoka doesn't care about you, or things are gonna turn ugly faster than you can blink.
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uvogin
he's big (as hell), but he's sweeter (you know why they're in bold italics) than the others twice his size.
physically the strongest, you're rather lucky to have him has your partner, if someone won't stop messing with you, they're dead within a millisecond, or at least scared off since you know.. he isn't exactly built like the average guy and having someone that's eight foot fucking two walking up on you not really excited to see you is quite terrifying, depending on his mood they'll sometimes get away.... sometimes.
enough of that, how is it like when it's just the two of you? sitting on the couch or laying in bed watching movies together, his arm around you, it's basically a pillow! a hard ass pillow at that.
not the most vulnerable, he's not some weird incel who see's women as sex toys or anything, he's decently capable of being in a normal relationship, you won't see each other often sadly, but when you do, he'll pay 95% of his attention towards you, he'll even let you know straight up that he won't know when he'll get back, but he will! ... until he doesn't..
ah yes, his death at the hands of kurapika, how will you react? hell, how would kurapika react to your existence? something tells me that kurapika might kill you too, send you right off with him, or, in a rather strange twist of events, he might try to fuck you and take you to the other side, not in the way of barging into your house and straight up non con, nah, more like a get to know you then get in your pants type of way, uvo won't be there to protect you now would he? of course the latter is highly unlikely, but to be honest it's kind of fun to think about.
and now that you think of it... you don't even know what uvo was doing or where he was going, you choose how you want to react to how you found out about his troupe business.
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shizuku
another woman! she's similar to another person right below her! she looks cute, but she's anything but!...... sort of.
she's not the best or worst partner, she's pretty normal, a bit distant but it's not something you can't manage, maybe she just needs some space and you're overwhelming her, but something that really gets to you is her forgetfulness.
at first, she'll forget things such as your birthday or your anniversary, but going further into the relationship, she becomes less and less forgetful (she might even remember things that you don't even remember.)
what exactly do you guys do together? well, she does try to partake in your interests, and does try to get things you like!
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franklin
he's similar to uvo, he's big, he's actually nicer than he appears.
what makes him so low is.. well to be honest i don't know, i don't feel like he could be high up but not so low, so, this is the perfect spot for him.
for one he does have a bit of an anger problem, not as bad as phinks, but he doesn't mind a slight argument, good thing he wont assault you, and is quick to make up for the argument.
i don't know how to write him, so, please forgive me for how small this passage is. :(
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shalnark
we're starting to get into uh... strange territory, he looks kind, and seems normal, but he's anything but that, he's not the most toxic but he also isn't the most caring and understanding either, similar to nobunaga he's kind of an enigma.
he's a love bomber and very good at manipulating, definitely takes advantage of his rather cute looks, he'll figure out what you're insecure about and compliment those things specifically, i do think he is capable of loving someone genuinely, but he sometimes does things without realizing that they aren't really normal, maybe he's getting his troupe personality mixed up with the one he has with you.
he does come off as sweet at first, brings you flowers and takes you on some rather expensive dates (an uncanny feeling creeps up on you about how the waiters act, but you don't pay much attention to it.) and sometimes he's more distant and a little bit aloof, you take this as him needing his space.
he's not abusive, but he isn't the absolute best partner, there's definitely better out there.
his death doesn't hit you as hard as the others but it was still devastating, you best hope hisoka doesn't come for you, and if he does, you hope he swiftly kills you, because you really don't want this murder clown to take an interest to you.
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phinks
phinks is another one 'that's kind of odd to me, i don't want to judge a book by its cover and say "yeah he's a piece of shit!!" but again, he's a lot better in comparison to anyone below.
he's similar to shalnark in quite a few ways, one, he does things that kind of makes you think he's a bit of an odd ball, he's intimidating to look at and is the second strongest physically in the troupe, so you're lucky to have someone like him if you're looking for protection.
i don't see him as the type to take you out to fancy restaurants and bring you flowers, stuff like that is a bit too sappy for him, he shows other ways like giving you thinks you like or taking you to like carnivals or other fun events.
his main problem is his anger issues, he won't physically harm you especially if you don't use nen, but he's not above arguing with or yelling at you, he doesn't do it often, but he might call you an idiot or a bitch if you take him to that point.
the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.
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chrollo
chrollo is weird, some say he's loving, caring, blah blah blah while some might say he's the exact opposite.
for one he is charming, he's a relatively good looking man, he's intelligent, and is looking for someone who's also intelligent.
i feel like chrollo definitely has a type, he likes people who are elegant, he wants someone that'll make him look good while he's in public, he doesn't care much for how people view the relationship outside of that, he also looks for someone with a personality he doesn't want someone who looks good yes, but is boring to be around, someone he can have a deep conversation with and talk about his interests with.
for one, you will not know about the troupe's existence, until he is 100% ready to tell you, which will definitely take a while, but he's confident that the troupe and himself will protect you from anyone who tries to avenge.
now, what makes him so low on this list? well, he's quite manipulative, a gaslighter, too, what do you mean you saw me with another woman? it's all for business, i'm just trying to steal her nen ability.
he does want to be a good partner, but this relationship is kind of a "too good to be true" type, something is happening behind closed doors and the thought is too persistent to ignore.
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illumi
this guy is... strange, for one, his beady ass eyes make him look like a bug (affectionately), and section.. his very warped perception of what love even is.
i agree with the fandom that he has a breeding kink no doubt, his intention on dating is marriage, and you will bear his children, no ifs, ands or buts.
you'll meet his family but you'll never meet the troupe, he doesn't want you getting involved in fighting (he might have someone teach you some basic self protection) because he doesn't want you to die, that'll fuck with him... kind of, you're basically trapped in the mansion.
his overprotection is toxic on its own, you don't have that much freedom, you can't go shopping unless he's with you (or if he can't be there, one of his servants will accompany you), you're never truly alone unless he's away, and when he's here, things are no better, he's distant and cold, there's not much to talk about with him, sure, he loves you, but doesn't know how to express it much.
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machi
one out of three toxic ass individuals, one of them consists of machi.
lets start off with the fact that she's cold hearted, as hell, if you cry in front of her she'll look at you like you're crazy, if she's really in that mood she'll tell you that you look stupid and you need to suck it up.
not good with physical touch or romance, who knows how the two of you managed to continue the relationship, she does leave flowers for you but won't tell you that they're from her, won't admit that she's the one who got them for you.
i feel like similar to a certain clown, she won't care much for you if you aren't either powerful or capable of protecting yourself in some way.
but all she's really doing is putting up barriers, she's actually caring in her own weird way, she'll still be there for you, patch up your wounds if you managed to get cut or stabbed and would probably mourn your death.
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hisoka
were getting lower, and a certain sadist who loves torture is worse, but somehow, hisoka is slightly better than him in some way or another.
for one, hisoka probably won't be that interested in you if you aren't powerful, it would be worse if you were a regular civilian, he'll take that as an opportunity to take advantage of you sexually, physically, psychologically and mentally, and the relationship will be literal hell..
but, lets say you are pretty powerful, dare i say a troupe member yourself, he won't be as interested in fighting you as much as he would chrollo, but he would be interested in... other ways.
how you managed to get into a relationship with this freak is unclear, but you two one day just.. hooked up, and it all goes downhill from here.
he has no problem killing you if he gets tired of you, he already killed two and plans on killing the rest of the spiders, why not kill another? especially you? or, in an alternate scenario where he does manage to kill off all the spider, you're the only one who's left, this can go two ways, one, he can fuck you one last time then kill you, or, he takes you with him! if you managed to have a lasting impression on him, that is.
outside of sex, he just isn't a good partner, he's probably the only one on this list that's probably willing to cheat on you (don't you dare get back at him, both you and your lover will die) he's manipulative as hell, he doesn't necessarily care about how you feel and he'll provoke you just to get a reaction out of you.
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feitan
and last but not least, feitan, oh boy, good luck to you for managing to have this man attracted to you. (im a feitan girlie, so this one might be a big longer than the rest)
for one, he'll hate your rotten guts for making him feel this way, for making him feel so weak, so emotional... he might even contemplate on killing you, but when that time comes he can't bring himself to do it.
i don't want to say yandere is his default since he doesn't really know how to properly love, because i do think he has some potential, but it does make sense for him, because there has to be something about you that makes you interested in him, maybe you're his polar opposite? maybe you're also a sadist?
he's not the most romantic partner, he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable, or sappy, so, what considers as a date to him? he's the type to probably take you to a cemetery at night as a form of a date.
he will not allow the troupe to know you or you to know them, for one he's going to be teased from hell and back for finally managing to pull someone and second while it appears that he doesn't care for you much, him protecting you from them is his way of showing you that he cares.
he can't find himself being vulnerable, he might teach you his language if you're up for it, and he might bring you some things he knows you like, but thats kind of it, also he won't force you to see him torture people.. unless you betray him in a way.
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hoejosatoru · 10 months
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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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I have a hxh request ! feitan with an s/o who speaks his native language headcanons :)
Hey, thank you for the ask! I've been super busy so I haven't been able to get to the multi-character asks but once I have some time for myself I should get to them, thank you to everyone who submitted an ask as well ^^
Feitan x s/o who understands his language
Honestly he would be surprised, like he might've been cursing under his breath about something or someone and you're just like "yeah same" in his language
He would think you only know some phrases (honestly that would impress him too) but then you start full conversations with him. Feitan would tell you "huh, not bad" but on the inside he's fully like "HELL YEAH SOMEONE ELSE!"
You two definitely have convos just between the two of you. Sometimes you guys both rant about troupe shenanigans, maybe something Phinks did that week or Hisoka in general haha. Either way, you two have a lot of secret chats
I think it would be easier for him to speak his feelings and his mind to you if you knew his language. He feels less awkward about it, and he feels like he can express himself better. Feitan still hates talking about his emotions, but it will be easier to convince him to talk to you about how's he's feeling if you ask in his language
If you ever use lovey or romantic language to him expect him to be super flustered. He'll just bury his face more into his clothes haha
Overall, I think it would make him approach you easier than if you didn't know his language. It also makes him feel like he has a connection with you when you two first meet, which helps you befriend him.
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iicloudyiiddyy · 6 months
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𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛.
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They walk in, slamming the door as they step in. Silent as they gaze around your home, the dark lights, unwashed dishes, and the faint light coming from the crack under your door. They head towards it , devilish intent and dark lust in their eyes, feelings running rampant inside them, eager to dominate . To control. Blowing off steam during their work can only do so much compared to you. Craving you, and the power-play they have in closed doors with you.
You give them power, a way out. That’s just what he needs. Your screams of pleasure and you cumming on his cock as he stuffs more into you. Forcing you to take more. You would let him have whatever he wanted, and now more than ever he needs the sense of balance.
They enter your room , your candle still burning, as they look around spotting you on the bed, laying down, breathing softly as your none the wiser to the man across from you, their dark eyes tracing your face, you neck, down to your thighs what’s in between them what they came for.
Walking forward tutting on how careless you are, they blew out the candle, the soft orange light scaring away the darkness fleeing as they stand in pitch black, their eyes reflecting the moonlight as they look down at you, imaging all the things they could do to you, all the things they will do. they smile as they lay down , the soft mattress buckling under the weight of their knees as the scent of you wraps around their nose , only further egging them on as they slide under the covers, full body covered by your sheets as they grab your plush thighs, spreading them as they salivate they start off slow, kissing and moving down your thighs as they sigh out of their nose in relief. They peel of your underwear, their slow pace speeding up as the sight of your pussy comes in sight, they lick and prod, your juices running down , you shuffle, groaning as you make the unconscious effort to close your legs. Futile as they are gripped in his hands never once bothering to look up at you as he opens his mouth to slide between your folds, attacking your clit as they suck ,your body betraying you as it shakes from the familiar touch of your lover. Eager to please, they slip a finger inside , curling and prodding the silky walls inside as they shove their face further in , adding a finger pressing down on the spot that makes you squeal.
You whimper in your sleep , unable to escape as they continue your assault , your orgasm steadily on the way. They pick up their speed their tongue never getting enough, never being satisfied as the taste of you gushes out. He loves this, while it would be better if you were awake , your fingers grabbing his hair as you scream out his name this will have to do. Despite you still in dreamland your core tightens as his two fingers scissor, his tongue sliding against them, breaching inside ,you pant, on the verge of waking up your arms scramble as your legs shake, they only grip tighter as the only thing you can do is lay there and take it. You aren’t done till they say, till they ripped so many orgasms, made you cum so many times with just their fingers and their sinful tongue that you bawl for them to stop, and only then will they ease off, however they switch it out with their cock, hard and dripping as they slide into you, fucking you harshly as they groan, your cunt squeezing him as she demands that you give him more, make him feel more ,that you can take more as you sob.
You cum, back arching as you finally awake , shouting and moaning as they pull you through your pleasure, they don’t stop, don’t even blink as your hands scramble for purchase on their head, needing something to ground you. They pull you deeper into them, shoving their face as they lose themselves in your body, your juices leaking down their chin, soiling the sheets. You heave squirming as they add another finger, you babble out their name, confusion blooming in you as struggle. sleep wearing off as you strain you neck to look in between, to catch the culprit. You spot them, your thigh in their hand as they push it to your chest , their body trapping your other limb as their fingers impale inside you, they hum as they twist their tongue inside, fingers expertly bending to hit that spot as a lewd moan erupts from your throat.Your head hitting the pillow as you grind your cunt further on their face. Breath hitching as you choke another orgasm hitting you like a train as you squirt over their tongue they hum once more, lapping harshly as they murmur how wet you are, how you’re being so good for a slut that can’t say their name right, they chuckle vibrations rumbling though you as they find their degradation towards you amusing as you whine.
Their nails dig in your thigh, dark crescent marks blooming as they circle the ball of nerves. You babble as over stimulation burns in your stomach. You beg, plead for them to slow down , despite knowing how fruitless the effort is. They smirk, sadistic glee to your cries as they add another finger, it stings so good. You moan their name as they speed up, set on making you cum once more, over and over again. To paint their tongue white, to hear your screams of pleasure, and they do just that just because they can.
Eren,Levi (AOT) Feitan , Illumi , Pariston (HXH) Madara , Sasuke , Kakashi (NARUTO) Sebastian (BLACK BUTLER) Light, L , (DEATH NOTE) Muzan , Obanai , Inosuke (DEMON SLAYER) Hawks , Dabi , Bakugou , (MHA)
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HANG OUT WITH THEM
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i. part two: hang out with these characters (part one)
ii. gender neutral. reader | unedited version (lmk if I used any gendered terms!)
iii. cw: spoilers in manga (chrollo's part), mentions of death, massacre/slaughter, torture, trauma, and violence. stealing, fluff & semi-angst (?)
iv. characters: gon freecs, killua zoldyck, kurapika kurta, chrollo lucilfer, feitan portor.
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GON FREECS
You hang out with the boy a lot as the two of you develop a rapport with one another and grow closer. The two of you would often be perched on top of a tree branch as he casts his fishing line into the middle of a swamp. He would ask you questions about your past, how you lived in YorkNew City, and even about yourself constantly while he was fishing.
Talking to Gon is comforting, although he is extremely enthusiastic. You might find yourself baffled as to how he appears to be fulfilled while not harboring any unwelcome feelings or thoughts. But naturally, that wasn't the only thing. He would take you around the town's outskirts. And to pass the time if you were in his place, you two would play a variety of board games.
KILLUA ZOLDYCK
When Gon wasn't allowed to practice Nen for two months because of his injudicious decision of fighting Gido, you and Killua trained together without Nen because Killua don't want Gon to be left behind. Since neither of you was particularly talkative throughout your training session-unlike Gon, who frequently emits a lot of commotion when the three of you are together-it was really awkward and silent.
You're just reluctant to approach him because you two weren't really close. But even so, he would give you advice on how to grow more powerful and tell you about what you should concentrate on. As an outcome, the more you two trained together over the course of the two months, the closer you two grew.
The two of you are hardly alone together unless it involves training, combat, etc. The three of you traveled to Whale Island after leaving Heaven's Arena to meet Mito Freecs, Gon's aunt, and Abe, his great-grandmother. They were quite friendly to you, and his great-grandmother told you and Killua plenty of stories about Gon. Gon once left the two of you because his aunt asked him to go get some supplies she needed to prepare later.
You offered your assistance to Aunt Mito with the laundry. Killua was watching you as you washed the clothes since he isn't really sure how he can help you or do things like that. He would speak about his experiences and escapades as an experienced assassin, a member of the notorious Zoldyck family, and the future heir to the family to keep you entertained. However, it wasn't all that entertaining to hear about how he was actually tortured as a baby.
You also shared your stories with him when you were younger. Being from your typical family, you didn't find it particularly interesting. To your surprise, Killua laughed and thought you were humorous when you were younger because of both your foolishness and your intrepid nature. You attempted tossing him your left slippers, but he deftly sidestepped it. Indeed, the day was enjoyable.
KURAPIKA KURTA
(Prior to the massacre of the Kurta Clan)
He would come and see you in your leisure time and encourage you to read in the neighborhood library with him. You would undoubtedly concur that it is Kurapika after all. You two would sit side by side on the couch in the serene library, and before starting a new book, he would offer that you execute an exchange. For instance, he may recommend a book to you and vice versa.
The majority of the novels he read are far more serious than you may think. He always recommends history or biographies of philosophers who lived a century ago, as well as crime, mystery, and science fiction, works. Despite how much you like it, you feel a little ashamed about the works you're recommending to him since they seem so plain to him. [Unless you have the same taste w/ him]
Most of your hangouts are just solitude and calm, but you like that tranquility. Along with Pairo, the three of you are going to stay in the forest as you three would for an adventurous hangout. You would capture fish or other creatures that are suitable for human consumption.
(After the massacre of the Kurta Clan)
You feel much closer to your childhood friend now that you've seen him again. He lost his positive outlook since, as you are aware, criminals killed the members of his clan. If you were in his position, you wouldn't have any optimism at all. Therefore, you are always at his side to lessen his sense of isolation and provide him with emotional support. A conversation with him may be quite intense and passionate. He would often speak to you late at night about his unsaid emotions, his grief, his trauma, his enmity, and the survivor's guilt.
He's still a huge book nerd, so you two would borrow books from the local library and read them together while relaxing in the calm setting. You are just brought back to the past by it.
CHROLLO LUCILFER
(When you were still living in Meteor City)
Chrollo introduced you to Father Lisores, the owner of the church that you saw. (First chapter) And now, you're affiliated with him because you look like you're on the verge of death and he pities you. In exchange for your assistance with his charitable endeavors and your assistance each time there is a mass for children and other Meteor City residents, he provides you with a place to live, food, and other requirements.
Furthermore, you got to know some of Chrollo's friends. They all treated you well, but Chrollo is the one you get along with the best. Despite the difficulties of his life, he is bursting with positive energy. He frequently stops by the church and enjoys bringing you unusual items.
Most of your time together would be spent in the church's rear chamber, where he would show you other items and instruct you in speaking Gelman. (In the universe of Hunter x Hunter, probably English). His discoveries and his astute thinking never fail to captivate you. He frequently blushes when you praise him, but in all honesty, he kind of craves it since he wants to impress you.
Chrollo requested you, Sarasa, and Pakunoda to voice dub a Mighty Sweepin' Power Cleaners VHS tape into your mother tongue so that the kids in Meteor City could watch and understand the episode. It gave you an immense thrill to voice-dub the role that was given to you, and it warmed your heart to see the children moved and enthralled.
(Phantom Troupe / After the slaughter of Kurta Clan)
After Sarasa's death, Phantom Troupe was established with the intention of exacting retribution. You presently hold the fourth rank and are a member of the Phantom Troupe, a group of malevolent thieves. You two don't spend much time together since Chrollo is so busy keeping up his leadership role, looking for items that can be of great use to the group, or if he wants to steal a particular item. In fact, it only happens once in a blue moon.
But you can't blame him after all. Though when all of you are gathered up for a meeting, he would give you pieces of jewelry, books, and others that you love, which you presumably think that he stole, it feels nice that he's thinking about you.
While waiting for the remainder of the members to arrive, you would speak with them about significant topics and share what you had learned from your mission. His responses to you are brief since he is still engaged with the book he is reading. You feel sort of sad about it but chose to not complain.
FEITAN PORTOR
While the troupe was in York New, he would pay you many visits at the gaming shop where you work, and would practically gaze at you as if you were a ghost or something - well, he's waiting for you to end your shift. You can't concentrate on your work due to his scary glances, and he physically stares at everyone that walks into the shop.
You would advise him to cease doing that after your shift, but he would act unaware even though he understood what you meant. You two would saunter through the Saloma Mall, only glancing at the merchandise in the storefront windows, not bothering to go inside because you're saving up your money.
But there was a time when you spotted a bracelet that piqued your curiosity, but it was so pricey that your wage wasn't sufficient to pay for it. Feitan was aware of this but remained silent. After dropping you off at your flat, he goes to the shop where you spotted the bracelet you like and snatches it violently.
He handed you the bracelet the next day. Unaware that he had stolen it, you were perplexed by how he was able to purchase it. When you questioned about how he was able to afford it, he just said that they were confidential.
Feitan isn't a particularly chatty person, and neither are you, but whenever he comes to see you while you're at work, you strike up a conversation with him, and honestly, talking to him is much more comfortable than talking to other people because he's direct and doesn't sugarcoat his words, which is what you like best.
He just listens to your rambling while paying attention to what you're saying, but he obviously won't be overt about it. The two of you would play video games in your flat after your shift. Because he has a strong sense of competition, he usually defeats you. He constantly invited Phinks and Shalnark as well.
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The word 'obsession' is a mild word if it's referring to him but it's the only word that can describe what he feels on an everyday basis. What he feels is beyond worldly tags on feelings and emotions, words are just words afterall and words always falls short.
He loves, he hates, he adores, he loathes, he swoons, he has the very impulsive thought of killing you with his own hands while he watches the life leave your eyes, he wants to hold you close and never want to see the light burn out in your eyes, he doesn't know what he wants when it comes to you but in the end, it's all words- he'll truly never be able to tell you how he feels.
Despite the constant conflict of emotions in him, he never thought of letting you go. That's not even a choice, the words itself has a meaning in his dictionary, sure but when it comes together? It's a sham of a word, a phrase to be precise, a crude mockery to be exact. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense nor should it make sense because why would he ever do that? He loves you, He hates you.
It's confusing really, he loves you to the point that he can kill you. Obsession? A mild word as stated before, the want on keeping you locked up all for him is always in conflict with the want on taking you around the world and spoiling you rotten, allowing you to be free and flourish rather than caged and wither but- there will always be a 'but' since all he wants is to do both, the former and the latter. Both sounds so good, he can't really decide. Until then, you can live your life without the knowledge of turmoil in him, enjoy it while you can.
But maybe one day, he'll finally snap. Snap and make his final decision on what he wants to do with you and your life, make the final decision on how you're gonna spend the rest of your life or maybe he'll come to a realization, the truth of it all in a poetic sense.
He hates the fact that he loves you or he loves the fact that you hate him, No in-between.
He loves you enough to possibly kill you. A bad ending of a sort or a mercy in a twisted sort of way, It's all upto you in the end.
Love could kill? Words always falls short but for him, those three words means more to him than 'I love you' or any of those other 3 words squashed together to make a phrase. Love can kill and it means literally but only if you're referring to him, that is.
He just loves you enough to kill you.
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Characters when they go Yandere! Lol? I felt poetic and a tad bit lazy to write anything else.
Applies to :
Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Dabi, Nagumo, L
Im out of characters but who do you think this could apply to?
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bwabys-scenarios · 5 months
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He likes to have control in the bedroom sometimes. His favorite way of going about this is having you sit in his lap cockwarming him. You can’t move, your plush thighs squishing together as he plays with your clit, making you cream on his dick until you’re BEGGING for him to move through tears
Eventually he might give in. You’ve been so good all night! Usually, he’s weak to you in the bedroom and will give you what you want quickly, but he takes his time tonight, rubbing circles into your clit.
“Shh, you can handle one more angel. You’ve been so good, you’ll get what you want soon.”
It’s so cute when you blubber about how much you need him and gently move your wide, plump hips against him. How can he resist his pretty angel when you’re begging for him?
After making you cum around him again, he lifts your hips and slams you down onto his cock, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You don’t complain though, you’re too busy moaning his name, your mind fuzzy from pleasure.
He’ll fuck you until you forget your own name, only able to whine and whimper as you take his cock. He can’t help but fill up your pretty pussy with cum, giving you creampie after creampie. There’s no way you’re getting out of this without getting pregnant. And maybe that’s what he wants, to see you with a cute baby bump! <3
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hypnoswrites · 1 year
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Begone out of my drafts!!!! Finished this today to finally post something again :D hope you all enjoy
Warnings: yandere! Feitan, college au, female reader, body gore (not reader), murder, description of death, description of torture, description of.... deadlines
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“Great! I think I still have your number from that statistics project, so I’ll text you sometime soon.” You put your notebook back in your bag and smiled brightly, shoes clicking on the pavement as you turned to leave. “See you!” 
Feitan just held up a hand and waved ever so slightly. 
You left, leaving Feitan, Phinks and Chrollo by themselves, the latter two both looking at each other in confusion, Phinks, in particular, looking like he was struck by lightning. Chrollo controlled his emotions a bit better, and just fashioned a calm smile, turning to Feitan with the intention to clarify matters. 
“Who was that?”
“You mean what the fuck was that?” Phinks interrupted before Feitan could even begin to explain, the blonde’s eyes wide and hands flying into the air with an exaggerated motion. “’Interview about the wellbeing of international students on campus;?! Since when do you care about crap like that?”
“It is favour.” Feitan refused to show any kind of reaction. “She help me with applying for art project.”
That seemed to satisfy neithers question. 
“Pakunoda once busted you out of juvy and you didn’t show up the next day to her birthday because you ‘didn’t feel like it’.” Feitan’s indifference to the anecdote only fueled both men’s confusion at the sudden change of heart. “Since when do you do anything out of the kindness of your heart?”
“I pick you up from airport.”
“Six years ago, Fei!” 
Feitan shrugged.
“It is... a bit out of character for you.” Chrollo admitted, though he immediately shrugged off his own comment. “She must’ve helped you quite a deal.”
“If it bores, I leave.”
Feitan seemed to find that a fitting place to leave the conversation, and motioned for them all to resume moving towards the dorms, as they had been before you called him over. Chrollo seemed fine leaving things at that, but Phinks lingered, placing his hands behind his head and looking thoughtfully into the distance, before visibly coming to a conclusion about the incident that had taken place.
“Uhuh... I think i see what’s going on here.” Phinks mouth stretched to a mean-looking smirk, which contrasted rather heavily with the subject matter at hand. “Fei has finally found someone he likes.”
Feitan tsk’ed in annoyance.
“It would be no matter.” Chrollo interjected, giving permission to the hypothetical. “You know the rules..”
“Uncertain,” Feitan replied to that, less angrily than both had anticipated after the topic had been breached. It seemed the black-haired man had come to terms with the situation quite a while ago, though for outsiders he still seemed quite aggravated at the turn of events. “But possible.”
“Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed that to be your type. A bit preppy, if you ask me.”
“Luckily, I did not ask you to guess.”
Chrollo smiled, uncaring of the angry glares sent back and forth between the other two men. “It is none of my business, but I do also have to admit it surprises me. I’m curious to see how it’ll work.”
“If it work.” Feitan rebutted, uncomfortable with how long this conversation had been focused on his love life. “Unsure.”
In a remarkably casual fashion, Chrollo just pushed his hair back and crinkled his eyes, smiling at a group of people that walked nearby and greeted him. He was probably the only one that didn’t seem to find it annoying to be recognized everywhere on campus. “If you know, you know. Don’t take it too seriously.”
Phinks frowned suddenly. and was overcome with a wise look that didn’t suit him in the slightest. “Don’t break her legs. They don’t like that.”
Feitan’s lips quirked up. 
“Fine.”
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You’d texted him the next day, and he’d agreed to come over immediately.
The interview was quite short, especially since you quickly figured out you wouldn’t be able to get him to rant about anything. He would just shortly declare his annoyances about the campus, and then shut up. You didn’t really mind. Him being succinct would only make you grateful once you had to transcribe his words. 
Still, you’d poured him tea, and it had yet to even cool down, so it was time to stall.
“I saw your work in the art gallery, by the way!’ You suddenly remembered, eager to fill up the silence with whatever came to mind. It was true you’d walked past his work, though you tried to forget most of the pieces you’d seen, Feitan’s style a bit morbid for your tastes. It seemed he abhorred having to make anything less than horrifying. “I really liked the chimaera one.”
Liked? Well. Your attention had lingered on it longer, especially since it was the only one displaying nothing that made you uncomfortable.
The artpiece in question was a recreation of the old mythical beast, made with both clay and metal. The statue showed the beast hurled over in pain as the snake part of the beast rebelled against the rest of itself. The plate in front of the piece had described the statue as ‘a clash of nature forced within one self’, which had sounded pretentious to you at the time, but the words had grown on you as you’d thought about it more. 
“That one is popular.” Feitan shrugged. “People like mythical creatures.”
“Yeah, I guess. It looks cool.” It seemed he thought you were mainstream for only liking his more... conventional works, but you didn’t really mind that.  “But your paintings also get a lot of traction right? We got to do a piece on them a few months back, I remember.”
“Selection.” That topic seemed to annoy him, which you could understand. The editor had ranted to you many times about how disgusting he found Feitan’s art, and he must’ve let it shine through in making the article. “Most your editor deemed ‘too graphic’.” 
“Coward.” 
“Indeed.” His eyes rolled around the small office the university newspaper got to use. Most of it was camera equipment and various maps filled with possible articles in case of a slow news week. “What you working on?” 
You followed his gaze around the room, mentally trying to predict what he was probably thinking. It went against your nature to consider his train of thought special because of his title as an artist, but you couldn’t help but wonder what had piqued his interest in the paper cutter he was focused on.
It took a while before you realized you were asked a question.
“Oh, sorry, can you repeat that?”
He did, with a slight raise of his eyebrows, his unimpressed expression making your smile grow slightly less effortless. It was hard trying to look cheerful opposite of someone not even smiling casually.
“The disappearance of Summer Hawkins!” You shared excitedly, though your face fell immediately as you made eye contact with him, reminding yourself that a disappearance wasn’t necessarily a fun thing to share. “She was a journalist researching gang activity in the area, primarily relating to cybercrime, and she was reported missing three days after a piece was published on her blog about a series of DDoS attacks on this very campus. I’m trying to either find a clue to her location or a link between her disappearance and that last article.”
“Why.”
“Because that would mean the possible kidnappers or killers, depending on poor Summer’s state right now, could be linked to the campus.” You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and tried to finish your explanation, knowing you’d turn to stuttered rambling if he let you go on long enough. “Though I’m hoping nothing comes of it. Believe it or not, I’d rather write about the local chess club. This has the potential to be fearmongering, and that’s the last thing I want.”
“Uhuh.” Feitan leaned against his fist. “Seems morbid.”
“It is...” You lamented. “But everyone I talk to seems to brush it off, as if it’s not even worth considering!”
They’d been told to, Feitan reckoned. 
“Somehow, the more people tell me it’s not worth looking into,” As you spoke, your hands started animatedly enunciating your point, a glint in your eyes showing your dedication. “the more I want to keep looking.”
“Most of you are like that.”
“Ha. Yeah, I guess that summarizes most journalists, doesn’t it?”
“And is that all you work on?”
“Well, no, I also-”
Before you could try to stop yourself, he’d baited you into another rant, though you attempted to include him into the conversation many times. Each time he merely nodded, ignored your question, and rebutted with an even more intriguing line of thought that you just had to respond to.
Feitan wasn’t a man of many words, but he made his thoughts known through other methods. Whilst you were loud in voicing your thoughts, you did like his manner of expressing himself. Frowning, hand gestures, the elusive small smile that made your heart thrum with excitement at having elicited it from him... it all made for a very intriguing individual to read
By the time the conversation fell to a natural end, and the clock indicated a time you’d rather head home by, you grabbed his empty cup of tea and stacked them for later cleaning.
“Well, that was it, I think.” You grabbed the papers you’d written his answers on and ordened them accordingly. When asked why you didn’t just use a laptop for this, you said it felt more authentic this way. Journalism shouldn’t be constricted by digital spaces. “Thank you so much for your help! You’re really a lifesaver, no one else wanted to help me.”
He just nodded and tapped his fingers on his umbrella. “When again?”
“Another interview?” Surprise shot across your face, and you looked down at your notes as if you’d missed something. “It was only supposed to be one.”
“No.” Suppressing the urge to say something spiteful, Feitan tried to remain calm as he spoke. The effort it took to achieve this was immense. “When do I see you again?”
It was silent for a few moments.
...
And then you understood.
You lit up. “I’d really like that! My number is on that slip of paper I handed you earlier, so just text me when you feel up to it.”
“Tonight.”
“O-oh? Yeah, yeah, sure!” His tenacity in meeting again surprised you, but you just chalked it up to the fact that this meeting had gone very well. “That sounds fun. My dormmates are out tonight so we could just chill at my place?”
The words had sounded less suggestive in your head, as you now realized it basically sounded like you wanted him alone in your dorm room, which was the case, but you didn’t want to be so obvious about it. What if he was put off by your forwardness? Well... he’d been pretty forward too, so it was probably okay?
Oh god, was this a date? Should you ask if it was a date? There wasn’t really a load of sexual tension brimming between you two, but the mutual push to spend more time together, alone even, felt more like a romance thing that you’d anticipated beforehand. You weren’t sure how you’d respond to it if he made a move, but you wanted to see and experience it anyway.
You’d probably understand your own feelings if you were confronted with them. 
“We could watch a movie...?” You suggested, freaking out at the lack of an answer. “If that’s something you’d like?”
Feitan stood up and nodded. “I’ll be there.”
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The ‘date’ went well, Feitan reckoned, and so did the meetings after that.
He liked you, at the very least.
You were excited, brimming with energy, yet still knew when to shut up and listen. All your time was spent finding things to write about, chasing clues and etching first drafts, but he liked your passion, liked how you directed it toward him with just the tiniest nudge. You were also clearly infatuated with him, sweaty hands and dilated pupils looking for him at every move he made. 
Your schedule was becoming a problem, however. 
It was annoying having to drag you away from your work just so he could have those eyes on him for a while, a ludicrous thing to want, and yet he wanted it. It was one of those things best kept to himself. 
Responses to his texts were late, you had to go early on numerous occasions to catch up on work and school, all the while juggling the horde of people that needed something from you. Calls, emails, visits to your room. It seemed everyone wanted a bit of your time, and Feitan wasn’t really enjoying it.
Lately, your work frustrated even yourself. There were no further clues to Summer Hawkins’ location, the editor of the newspaper had veto’d your piece for the second time this month, claiming your work was too serious to appeal to the college readers, and the stress of it all clearly took a great deal out of you. 
He wouldn’t have cared, until you rainchecked a hang-out with his friends. 
It was still early in the relationship, he couldn’t blame you too badly, but still he’d wanted to throw out your laptop and drag you with him when he’d seen the text. He’d announced you’d be there. He’d told Chrollo you’d be there.
Feitan didn’t like to have to go back on his word. 
But things like this were easily fixed.
His little journalist couldn’t stop looking for a break in a story?
Better give you one. 
Unlocking the door, along with the several separate locks he’d installed in the length of the door, he stepped down the flight of stairs, finding the light switch at the bottom with ease. As soon as the light flickered to life, the body of Summer Hawkins gaped at him, her body crawling with flies and filling the basement with a mouldy scent. 
“Good evening.” Said Feitan, more out of a sense of dramatics than actual purpose.
As expected, the corpse just dangled in silence, the rattling of the iron handcuffs she hung by comprising most of her answer. 
It would do no good to leave you traumatized, so he stitched her back up, at least so her ribs weren’t fully visible from a front view. He popped her jaw back in place, and at the last minute decided to tie her mouth shut in a way that wasn’t obvious, hiding the rows of missing teeth. 
When he decided she looked just like any old corpse, he opened a dark-brown closet in the corner of the room, which was filled to the brim with paraphernalia correlating with his hobby, and stuffed her body inside a body bag for transport. 
Now he just needed to plant her body somewhere discrete, and send you an anonymous text. A part of him was devising an entire scavenger hunt, but he decided that would make it too obvious you were the focus. Best to just make it seem like the killer read the articles you wrote and decided to reward you for a job well done. 
Chrollo had given permission to give the body to the public, so he might as well let it be found by someone who knew what to do with it. It felt efficient.
You found it the very same night.
And reacted as Feitan had expected.
“Article?! This is bigger! Way bigger than the local newspaper. I’ve been getting texts all night asking for interviews!” While you had just downed your third cup of coffee, you already made moves to stand up and refill. Feitan just placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you back down to sit, clearly unwilling to watch you overdose on caffeine in front of him.
It was like you hadn’t even processed his touch, your skin feeling electric at the prospect of making your own name in journalism. You knew your urge to make this story phenomenal wasn’t exactly morally upstanding, but it was the only way to interpret the events of today without panicking. You’d found a body. Texted the location by an anonymous source. This wasn’t real. “I heard they are getting like... secret agents involved.”
Feitan scoffed. Those amateurs wouldn’t find anything worthwhile. 
You’d called him first, in tears, asking what to do. It’d made him laugh quite a bit, so he’d muted himself first, before eventually handing you instructions when you started worrying if he was even on the line. 
Now, you were both in your dorm, electronics turned off to give you some peace of mind. Lazing back on the faux leather couch, you just covered your face with your hands, the man beside you watching with amused eyes.
“Big day.”
“Yeah...”
Removing your fingers from your face, you side-eyed him, just in time to see him tilt his head in mild confusion.
If it was with him, it was probably okay to share what you truly felt. You figured him to be a guy that would understand. “It feels weird, thinking about the articles in a time like this.” 
“Isn’t this what you been looking?”
“Yeah, I guess, but I do still feel a bit shaken up.” You murmured. “She was just laying there... eyes all popping out. The smell... oh god the smell was the worst of it. Like she’d been dead for ages.”
She had been, Feitan thought. “Did it disturb?”
“Yeah... but at least she’s found, right? The family can have their funeral.” You shivered but smiled immediately after to dissipate the sudden heavy atmosphere. “Sorry, this is a lot. I don’t wanna freak you out with dead-body talk. I’m also sorry I called you out of the blue... I didn’t know who else to call.”
Feitan laughed out loud, a sound you’d never heard before. You liked his laugh, even if it sounded a tad deranged. It was shitty to make comments about people’s way of expressing joy, so you kept that thought to yourself.
“Whaaat? Is that a weird thing to worry about? It’s awful to think about.”
When the laughter died down, Feitan finally deigned your question with a response, his lips still quirking upward as if on the verge of more laughter. “It’s nothing. Funny how you worry for my response.”
“C’mon! You might draw gory art, but that isn’t the same as the real thing.” Your eyes suddenly popped wide open. “Have you ever seen a corpse?”
“A few.”
“Ahhh, probably for your art, right?”
He didn’t correct you, and you didn’t seem to want to pry, probably since you didn’t want to hear any more about dead bodies. The memory was still too fresh. 
“So what’s next?”
“Pulitzer prize. Obviously.”
“You just want attention,” Feitan said it without any venom. “What is the highest prize for a journalist?”
“That’s mean! I’m just passionate, I’m not in this for attention.” You sulked. “And I think that’s it? I don’t really know any other major prizes for journalism.”
“Police-induced suicide?”
“Ohhh, good one.” You agreed. “I’d love to be killed by the government. Really nails home how right I am.”
“Or killer.”
You paused.
“Or I could be killed by them, of course.” Suddenly a thought dawned on you, one Feitan had led you toward, wanting to see the flash of realization move across your face. “This might be silly to worry about, but you don’t think they’ll go after me, right?”
“They went after Summer.” He smiled beneath his cowl. “A journalist.”
“Not funny.” You still smiled, but Feitan could see how worry had started forming in the back of your mind. “It’s fine. They wanted me to find her body, obviously. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent the text.”
“Perhaps.”
“Don’t freak me out.” You frowned. “I mean it.”
Feitan wouldn’t apologize. “Just don’t walk alone at night.”
“Oh god, I won’t. Never again.” You hugged your knees close to your chest and chipped away at your nail polish. The dorm room wasn’t very well insulated, and the soft sound of some Steely Dan could be heard through your walls, invading the moment between the two of you.  “You can just escort me everywhere and whack every killer with your umbrella.”
“Fine.” Feitan agreed. “I’ll pick you up after class tomorrow.”
“I’m not being serious.” You said, rather surprised he took your joke so seriously. “That’s way too much.”
Feitan immediately startled you further by suddenly scooting over, sitting closer to you than he ever had before. He clearly liked personal space, so you’d never gone and sat so close to him, and he had never indicated wanting it differently, but now he looked at you as if the removed distance felt like a weight off of his shoulder. 
His face was close to yours, and the uncertainty to what he was doing made your nerves work overtime. His eyes were dark, and when he spoke it sounded teasing as if it was meant more as a mocking statement than a genuine question. “Would it make you feel safer?”
“I... I guess?”
His laugh was cruel, as if that was the most idiotic thing you could’ve said. “Then it is fine.”
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0asisbliss · 3 months
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Listening to music while you two just lay there in silence. Laying side by side looking at the ceiling, and just reminiscing about life, and how terrible, or great everything is going. Shortly after you two fall asleep in the comfortable silence.
Itadori, Megumi, Choso, Gojo, Geto, (JJK) Kurapika, Shalnark, Feitan, (HXH) Hawks, Aizawa, (BNHA)
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Hi!!!How are you 🤗🤗🤗???Could you make a headcanon about what Chrollo, Feitan and Shalnark would be like with a civilian!wife and one or more babies???
PS: I love your headcanons about Koby 💖💖💖
Father That Stepped Up
Chrollo, Feitan and Shalnark x Fem!Reader
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Chrollo Lucilfer
Definitely didn't see himself ending up with a regular civilian. Especially not one that has a child.
It took Chrollo a long time to come to terms with his attraction. The last thing he'd want is for you or your children to get hurt because of him.
Yet he found himself coming to see you more often, and eventually you began dating. Then he met your baby.
That was it. He fell hard, so hard that he almost forgot just who he was.
Very protective, and never ever gives you details on his jobs. Not even the location.
Chrollo has you and your child set up in a luxury apartment, with everything you could ever want.
He's so happy he can provide a good life for you and the baby. As well keep you safe.
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Feitan Portor
He fought his feelings so hard. Even if you weren't a civilian, and even if you didn't have a child, he still would have been hesitant.
It's difficult for Feitan to open up to anyone, and most people find him odd and off putting.
Not you though, and not your children either. In fact they warmed up to him quite fast.
Never ever would anyone have imagined that he'd be good with kids, or that he'd be falling head over heels for someone in the first place.
Fei is highly protective, and you and your kids always have surveillance on you.
You didn't even know about his "occupation" until a close call with an enemy of the Troupe.
You'll never have to worry about money or safety again though, Feitan would never let you and your kids have anything less than the best.
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Shalnark
He fits into a crowd the easiest. Upon first glance he's completely normal, friendly and open.
Shalnark has a habit of forming crushes and falls in love easily. Though it's always puppy love and his obsession only lasts a few months.
Not with you though. He knew you were the one as soon as he saw you, and when he looked up your entire history online he saw you had a child.
Shal hesitated at first, but honestly it was just because of him being a thief and part of a notorious group of criminals.
He still couldn't help but introduce himself and wedge his way into your life.
He's amazing with kids, and slipped into domestic life pretty easily. Even on his "business trips" he makes sure to send good morning and good night texts. Will even call to read the kids a bedtime story if he's able to.
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