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selfishdoll · 5 months

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WHAT A WASTE ! ft. feitan portor ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

▌ you wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop. 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ it’s a shame, truly a shame; you being unable to contain yourself whilst your classmate examined your body for an assignment. but it’s fine, really— feitan doesn’t mind completing a detailed exam.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ i’m sure assignments like these are not actually done but i got the idea randomly when seeing fanart of him. also expect more works of feitan, chrollo, & maybe the other adult characters except hisoka. also he wasn’t as mean as he should have been because i’m a very sensitive person & it shows in my writing 😭. and always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes. 4K+ WORDS

Snap! The sound of the thin gloves had you jumping for a split second, eyes carrying away from the phone taking in your position on your bed to the man standing just a few feet away from you. Feitan Portor, a classmate you’ve never got the pleasure of talking to. Which wasn’t surprising at all, given he ignored just about everyone in class.

Eyes focused on his notes, the textbook, or glued to the images of the human anatomy your professor would plaster upon her smartboard. Those were the only instances you could remember of the unimpressionable man.

Yet now, here he was; in your room adjusting the gloves on his hand whilst you waited ever so patiently.

Becoming a surgical resident was a grueling process on its own, but having to work with the most quiet man alive just made it even worse. You felt so uncomfortable, wondering if you should speak or not— if it was alright to breathe.

As, no matter where you looked, said, or did; he seemed to be agitated.

Or maybe that was just his face, who knows?

A step in your direction caused the thoughts to dissipate, eyes flicking over to the man that stood off to the side of you. His eyes looked at you expectantly, impatience enveloping his gaze. Such intensity caused a sheepish sorry to escape your glossed lips, pushing off the slippers you wore with a hum. You then turned your body to lay across your plush blankets, arms stuck to your sides whilst your head rested on your pillow. A soft breath flew from your nose, tensing the moment he stepped closer.

The idea of the group project was being able to label the muscles of a human off paper. You were sure this type of assignment was for closer students but you drew the short end of the stick. Then again, it wasn’t too bad; Feitan didn’t seem like the perverted type— you highly doubted he would take advantage of such a situation.

His form moved closer, knees pressed against your bed as his hands hovered above you. Feitan’s eyes fell to your legs, mentally deciding to start there first.

Which.. wasn’t the best for you.

As his hands dragged up from his ankles and further; lips moving to utter the muscles beneath your skin— you felt a warmth brew inside you. Was it the feathery touches? Maybe you were touched starved even..

Either way, as he got closer and closer to your middle; you felt the heat threatening to spill over. Fuck.. you were done.

His hands were.. warm, the feeling seeping through the thin blue gloves he wore— large, a complete contrast to his smaller form, which barely reached your bust. They ghosted you perfectly, teetering between respectful and disinterested as they brushed your covered hip. Maybe you really were touch starved, or maybe an inkling of attraction towards the man rested deep within you. Either didn’t matter given the little gasp and flinch that escaped you was clear as day.

Feitan’s hands stopped just on your lower stomach, eyes snapping to your face. Oh, was he annoyed. Aggravated you had interrupted him whilst attempting to complete the assignment. Your manicured fingers bundled the plush blankets beneath you, lips parting slowly to speak;

“‘M sorry..”

“Your constant twitching is bothersome.” The man hissed softly, eyebrows brushing close as his face turned to glance back down your body. “A single touch and you’re trembling..” Feitan spoke, actions solidifying his words the moment a hand grasped your hip, thumb pressing into your plump, covered skin. The warmth you felt from his hand was stimulating, trickling between your legs— causing the plush limbs to push together. An action the man caught easily.

An annoyed sigh escaped him, hand withdrawing from your body whilst his eyes bore into your form. “What a waste.. getting aroused during an exam, specifically when we were so close to being done.”

“I am not.. I am not aroused.”

The man sucked his teeth at your words, eyebrows pushing even closer together as irritation formed his features. Feitan remained unmoving for a moment, simply staring you down before he leaned over, taking your cheeks in a tight grip and lifting you a bit off the bed. “So you’re not only a slut, you’re a lying one at that.”

A hiss tugged his words, fingerprints pushing into your heated skin whilst his eyes stared you down— daring you to deny. A stranger he was, nothing more than a classmate yet; here you were, so open and pliable for him. Staring up at him as if the venom spewing from his lips were the sweetest things ever.

Your head tilted down just a tad, gripping the sheets as you struggled to hold his gaze. “‘M not a slut either.”

“A pervert then—“ Feitan countered easily, fingers tapping against your skin while tilting his head. The moment your lips pulled into the tiniest pout a grin was pulling his own, thumb reaching over to press against your glossed mouth, “— is that more fitting? You laying here; waiting so desperately to be touched..” Feitan removed his hand from your face slowly, watching in amusement at the way you tried to follow his grasp.

“What a display really.. the only thing that is missing, is you begging.”

The anticipation welling inside you was threatening to explode, thighs pushed close as the heat rose within the room. Feitan enjoyed such a sight, piercing eyes taking you in— interest for once swirling in his irises. Finally, his eyebrows rose, even going as far as tilting his head.

Breath escaped you as you took him in, Feitan Portor your classmate and very much a stranger. And despite such formalities here you were, gripping the sheets, lips parted as pretty pleas escaped you.

Feitan sighed softly reaching down once again, taking your cheeks in his hand; a grasp you’ve already come to adore. “Speak up.” He hissed, fingers pressing into your hot chubby cheeks whilst his gaze never left you.

“Ple..please Feitan, please— I need you..” You cried out, eyes dipping down as the embarrassment settled in. Feitan didn’t allow this to settle for long, hand dropping to collect your chin more and pushing you to force the gaze.

“Need me?..” His tone was airy, a snicker even passing through his lips; such sound causing further shyness to trickle down your spine. “We’ve only just met.. just interacted,” Feitan drawled and not so gently pushed you to lay across your bed, crawling over your form. Your legs parted to rest on other side of him, gripping the sheets in excitement.

“And yet, you need me. Such a desperate thing, aren’t you?” Feitan dipped down close, hands pressed on either sides of your head, hovering just above your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered close, surely expecting a kiss. Instead his face was dropping to your neck, teeth sinking into your skin abruptly.

The hiss, mixed gasp that escaped you was loud, hands flying to his black shirt whilst he sucked and bit into your skin; dark marks forming from the attention. His hands moved across your body, falling down to your thighs— sliding under them to push them even wider. Once satisfied he was moving in closer, pushing your dress up to your stomach whilst using his free hand glide across your covered slit. Your hips rose to find friction, yelping the moment he pinched you lightly.

“Quit moving..” Feitan huffed, fingers pressing just a bit harder against your covered wetness, finding your clit and slowly stroking it. The little sparks of pleasure were sweet but barely enough, the burning impatience brewing inside you caused a whine to escape your throat. The dark-haired male clicked his tongue, eyes flicking from your thighs to your face. “Impatient slut..” He hissed, hand pulling from your covered, wet cunt.

You wanted to whine again, but instead— Feitan forced a sharp yelp out of you the moment his palm struck your pussy. Your thighs closed around his hand, tears springing into your eyes as the pleasure and pain combined into a single, sickeninly sweet feeling. The grin on his face was telling, clearly delighted by the high pitched cry that escaped you so freely.

A sound he chased; pushing at your thighs again and slapping the exact same spot. A wet sound entered the room, followed by an even sharper cry from your mouth. Your body rose up off the bed, cunt throbbing from the attention as your heart pounded against your chest.

A snicker, one far too sinister escaped the man above you, pushing your thighs back down to the bed. “Hurts doesn’t it?..” The humor was clear in his tone, pushing you even wider as his eyes trained on the prize between them. “As if I could tell, making such a mess all over your sheets.” Feitan claimed, reaching over and finally; peeling your ruined panties from your body.

The undergarment was tossed to the side, his thumbs pulling your folds as his eyes focused completely on your wet sex. Clit throbbing, hole clenching around nothing, you truly were such a mess.

“Feitan..” You spoke softly, nearly shifting under his gaze if it wasn’t for the quick glare he sent you. You decided to simply bunch your dress up in your hands, eyes fluttering closed the moment his fingers gliding across your abused slit.

Slowly, the man collected your arousal onto his still gloved fingers, the thin latex pressing against your wet cunt. And without warning, two digits were pressing into your awaiting hole; sinking all the way down to his knuckles. Feitan didn’t wait for you either, scissoring and thrusting them in and out of you— the soft squelches soon filling the room.

Your moans escaped you freely, acrylics gripping your dress as your legs threatened to close. His fingers hit all the right places as precise and calculated as he was with suturing. So perfect.. fuck, so so perfect; you felt your brain getting hazy, cries of pleasure escaping as his fingers pushed against your hot gummy walls— essence spilling with each push.

As if the pleasure couldn’t get any better his thumb lowered to your begging bud, teasing it for a moment just to hear you whine— right before rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive button. Feitan’s eyes captured it all, free hand gripping your other thigh to assure you didn’t move an inch.

If you wanted.. needed him so bad, you would be sure to take everything he gave you.

Once the third finger pushed in, you were thrown off the edge; groaning at the sudden stretch yet moaning as it worked in tandem with the other fingers. He played with you so easily, pushing spots with just his fingers— much deeper then your own has ever reached.

“F—fuck.. Feitan.. feels soo good—!”

Feitan grinned down at your display, listening to the breathy praises that continued to escape you. How you begged so much for a release, hips rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers; withering beneath him. “What a fucking mess..” He drawled, eyes flicking to his hand to watch your sticky arousal coating the blue latex. This only caused his expression to deepen, quickening the pace of his hand whilst hanging his head; mouth brushing against your ear.

“This was the only thing you were thinking about, weren’t you? The moment I walked into your bedroom, you were just itching to feel me.. such a perverted slut— [Name].”

His words, tone, the way his fingers bullied your insides; Feitan was just so fucking mean. Yet here you were, eyes rolling to the back of your skull while the loudest moan escaped you, making a mess of his hand. Your arousal trickled down his fingers to his palm, ruining his glove even further.

However, even as your orgasm raked through your body his fingers never stopped moving; pushing you further and further, sensitivity rising as breathy whines escaped you. Forgoing his threat from earlier, your hand lowered to his wrist. With each movement the muscle was tensing, your thumb pressed against his pulse to feel his rapid heartbeat— in sync with your own.

“Ca—can’t fuck it’s too much!”

Such noises fell on deaf ears, his pace continuing but not moving your hand. The man wouldn’t dare say he enjoyed your grasp around his wrist.

“Too much?..” Feitan mocked, gripping your thigh when you attempted to shut your legs. The pretty whines escaping your throat was answer enough, his eyes gleaming with excitement as his thumb continued working circles into your clit; fingers never faltering inside your wet walls.

From just his fingers, just his fingers you were so lost. A fucking babbling mess whose long forgotten the entire purpose of him being in your room.

Your stomach tightened, the feeling bordering on painful, as your next orgasm got closer and closer. Pushing through the pain, your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate for the euphoric feeling again— only for it to be snatched away the moment he removed his fingers.

Your clit throbbed, hole fluttering around nothing as your hazy gaze soon focused on the man between your legs. The annoyed moan that escaped you was shameless, lips slick with your saliva pushed into a pout. “Why’d you.. I was so close!” You spoke, watching his eyelids lower.

Feitan moved to hover over your body, hands sinking into the spaces beside your head whilst pressing his hips to your own. “Said it was too much, right? Or are you already too fucked out to remember?” His hips moved slow, grinding the hardon within his pants into your wet, uncovered slit, your essence darkening his bottoms.

You weren’t given a second to dwell on his words or even muster a reply. Because the moment his hips moved yours were as well, head knocking back against your blankets as the light pleasure danced up your spine; stirring you inside. Your hands rose to bunch his shirt in your fingers, shaking underneath him as the desperation oozed from your heated body.

Feitan’s hand rose, taking your braids in a secure hold, pulling your head up from the bed to bring you a breath’s away. “Humping me like some bitch in heat.. So fucking needy.” A hiss hugged his words, as if aggravated from your actions. However, he was far from irritated, far from angry— enjoying you far too much.

You just looked so pretty like this; wet trails running down your chubby cheeks, dress and blankets wrinkled, with your legs wide— a clear invitation to ruin you even further. The sight was.. unbelievable, one he was delighted to keep all to himself.

“Feitan, please..” You dragged, hips pushing against him more, craving the friction and something else. He should have slapped your thigh or even pinch you for your impatience but fortunately for you, Feitan was just as needy. A huff escaped you as he released your hair, hands dropping to your hips. You silently questioned this, only for him to pull you up, you in his lap with his legs hanging off the bed.

You hovered above his lap, watching intently as he shoved off his bottoms; revealing his hard, long length. The tip was bubulous and red, a contrast to his paler skin. What’s more, pretty white pearls of precum oozed from the slit, twitching from the cool air in the room. Your hands found his shoulders, eyes flicking to his face as nerves settled in the pit of your stomach.

Feitan didn’t do much to ease your anxiety, even finding it a bit comical. His hand rose, shifting under your dress to stroke the dimples etched into your lower back. “What’s wrong?.. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, [Name].” He watched as your eyebrows pushed together, lips pulled into an annoyed pout.

“I’m not..” You huffed softly, nails digging into his skin as your hips lowered just a smidge, jumping the moment his tip bumped against your throbbing bud. “Just.. g—give me a second.” You spoke, hips moving, lining his cock up with your entrance. A whimper escaped you the moment his tip breached the warm space, sinking down slowly whilst more breaths escaped you.

His hands were steady on your body, holding you up and watching in excitement as you trembled. Your walls clenched around him, slick coating his length as you reached just the middle. The stretch teetered between painful and pleasurable, eyes closed shut as you allowed yourself a moment of rest. A moment that dissipated rather quickly, given Feitan lifted his hips; shoving his length the rest of the way inside.

You tipped over, leaning into him as a sharp whine escaped you. You fisted his shirt, seated completely in his lap as huffs escaped you. “Feitan—!” You cried out, feeling his hand lift to the back of your head, taking your braids in his hand as he lifted you from his form.

“Such a crybaby..” Despite his words, his eyes searched you for any discontent or actual pain, lip tucked behind his teeth. When he found neither — ignoring the light feeling in his chest — the man’s hand fell to your hips, gripping the plump flesh. His fingers dug into your sides, lifting you up off his length until only the tip resided inside— before pulling you back down.

The moan that escaped you was far too sweet, nails pushed into his skin as your hips began to move without restraint. You were so uncoordinated, so fucking messy as you bounced up and down his cock; whimpers thrumming from your throat. The sounds carried around the room; the wet slaps each time you slammed down, your desperate moans, and the subtle grunts Feitan would release every so often.

With each moment of your hips his tip was striking the sweet spot inside you, your walls clenching around his slick length— fresh tears beading and threatening to spill over. A hand rose from your hip, driving up the plane of your stomach to grip one of your breasts; pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers just to hear your voice pitch.

Feitan, Feitan, Feitan! His name was falling from your lips like some type of prayer, knees digging into the mattress as the pleasure consumed your body. You were so fucking lost, lost in the throes of it all with only him to guide you. A faulty anchor he was, pulling you deeper and deeper; leaving your mind so hazy and bleak.

The show you were unveiling was such a delight, the man far too happy to have the front row seats. He pushed closed, hips rising to meet your drops as he grew just a breath’s away. “Keep clenchin’ me so much.. you’re close aren’t you?” Feitan’s voice was ragged, feeling your breath fan across his face. The whimpers that escaped you was enough of an answer, his hand rising to your throat to simply hold— placing his lips onto your own for the first time this afternoon.

The kiss was as heated as the rest of the room, as intense as the moment his hands settled onto your skin. Feitan’s tongue intruded your mouth, licking into the wet cavern to claim as his own. And the moment you attempted to pull away to breathe, his teeth were sinking into your bottom lip; swallowing you back up.

It didn’t matter if you were on top or not, you and him both knew who was in control.

Your hands rose, curling into his black tresses as you felt your peak approaching quickly. You moaned and whined into his mouth, legs shaking as the band tightened deep in your stomach. The tears were flowing freely now, Feitan releasing you this time to hear the haste babbles that escaped you.

“Fu..fuck Feitan! I—I’m gonna come—!” You cried out, the bounces becoming even messier. You felt his hot hands fall to your ass, slapping a cheek as if encouraging you to ruin yourself even further.

“Fucking minx..” Feitan hissed out, eyebrows pinched close, cock twitching within you. “Make a mess than.. don’t hold it.” The confirmed huff was enough for you, creaming all over his dick as you arched into him. The feeling caused a shiver to run down the man’s spine, hissing as you clamped around him.

As you rode out your high, your movements slowed— lurching forward the moment his palm slapped your ass again. The high-pitched whine that threatened to escape was quickly overshadowed by his words;

“I never said stop, did I?” His hand traveled to your hair again, tugging just to hear you whine again. “You wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.” Feitan spoke, gripping you to keep you grounded before lifting you up and off his length. The added fact he was matching each thrust was enough for you, head tossed back as the moans slipped from your bruised lips freely and shamelessly— eyes meeting the back of your skull.

The breathes that escaped you was strained, the pleasure far too much but you being unable to run from it. It seems his height went to his strength, holding you so fucking tightly you couldn’t move an inch. Leaving you defenseless, making you take every inch without mercy. The sensitivity dissipated quickly, leaving behind unadulterated ecstasy that caused stars to invade your vision.

Proper words no longer escaped you, babbles of his name and praises replacing such intelligible speech. But Feitan knew enough what you were trying to say, grin still plastered on his features, like some type of madman.

You were sore all over, struggling to keep going but so desperately chasing the release that was bubbling inside of you. You fell forward, forehead brushing his own as his tip brushed your cervix. The pain mingled with the pleasure easily, cunt pulsating around him as you felt yourself grow closer and closer.

In the past hour Feitan had grown to know your body. Each twitch, spasm�� everything. He didn’t need to be warned of your climax, especially since he felt the way your walls clenched with urgency. Such a feeling pushed him closer to his own end, blunt nails etching crescents into your sun-kissed skin as he rose up off the bed; fucking you even harder.

The two of you leaned forward for a sloppy, messy kiss; moaning and groaning into the other’s mouth. The hurried slaps of skin on skin contact intensified for a split moment before stuttering as the man spilled inside you.

This was enough for you, coming on his dick again; your releases mixing together and trickling down his cock. Slowly, the two of you pulled back from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chests brushed against each other, breath heavy and fanning against the other. The flat of his palms pushed against your waist, pulling back to look at you. “Get off me.”

“Give me a moment to breathe, Fei.” You spoke, used to his harsh tone by now. Despite the small annoyed sigh that escaped him, the man didn’t push you off; even leaning back onto his hands and allowing you to remain in his lap— length still inside your wet sex.

A pleased sigh escaped you, arms tightening around his neck as you leaned into him fully. His eyes darted to the side of your face for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

A comfortable silence covered the room for a moment before Feitan spoke again, amusement etched into his words;

“I wonder if the professor will like our.. exam.”

Your eyes flew open at this, glancing down at the grin plastered onto his features. Sure enough, the moment you turned, you spotted your phone on your tripod— still recording.

The next ten minutes was spent fighting the shorter man for your phone, him managing to grab it, and you pleading for the video to not be sent.

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lightfeltmemories · 5 months

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hello!! <333

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

your writing is AMAZINGGG AGHHHH

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

i'm already in love with ur blog🆘

sooo ummm im requesting for non-con w feitan🙏

anyways ily pls be healthy

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

BUNNY.

feitan x female!reader | nsfw

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

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

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

w; 4,227

minors, ageless or blank blogs do not interact

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're too weak." he said.

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

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

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

no wonder they call you bunny..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the phantom troupe.

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

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

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

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

and it may possibly lead to his death.

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

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

or was it?

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

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

but it didn't work.

she was still defeated.

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

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

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

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

the one who killed him appears to be a samurai.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he wanted to drag this on further.

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

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

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

feitan goes on to untie the restraints.

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

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

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

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

"on your knees."

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

"remove your clothes."

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

this guy was menacing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"taste it." he commands her.

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

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

"not so bad, right?"

"i guess not." she responds.

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

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

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

after seeing her reaction, he had gotten an idea.

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

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

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

"that was 1, out of 10."

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

another smack, this time on her left check.

"2."

and another on her right.

"3."

and another, on her left.

"4."

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

but something else came out as well.

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

feitan watched as she, quite frankly, pissed herself.

and we didn't even get to number 5.

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

"what?"

"i said how old are you?"

"uh... 23?"

......

"i'll raise the number to 23."

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

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

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

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

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

on her right cheek.

"6..."

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

on her left cheek.

"7..."

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

on her right cheek.

"8..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

and he knew exactly what to do.

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

for now.

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

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

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

that he'll for sure break her.

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

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

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

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

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

and once he did, her reaction did not disappoint.

"f-fei!"

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

music to his ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"whats wrong?" he asks her.

she looks back up again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah, i guess we a-AH!"

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

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

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

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

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

"say it, my whole name.."

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

"please what?"

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

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

the sight itself makes him want to cum.

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

he wants to try something different.

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

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

she wasn't ready.

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

feitan shoots a glare at her, making her relax.

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

"relax." he tells her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and closer.

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

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

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

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

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

that same blonde guy from earlier.

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

"she gave in pretty easily." feitan replied.

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

"no, actually." feitan replied.

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

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

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

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

she didn't know what she had in store.

#feitan x reader smut #feitan smut #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #tw non con #hxh x reader #feitan x you #minors do not interact #minors dni #mdni

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kazuwhora · 2 years

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— NOWHERE TO RUN

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

⨳ WORD COUNT. 1.450

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but feitan is far from complaining.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“be good, and you get more.”

tagging: @tokyomanjihoe @arozaur @festive @thetempleofnyx @koucaine @bokuroskitten

#feitan x reader #feitan smut #feitan x reader smut #feitan porter #hxh smut #feitan porter x reader #feitan x you #feitan x y/n #hunter x hunter smut #hxh x reader #hxh x you #hunter x hunter x reader #tw noncon

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ofrolysdogs · 1 year

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a short and drafted feitan face fuck scenario

so, I left this in my notes for a few days, procrastinating on continuing it, and I wanted to share a little piece of the smut that took place, while I was proofreading I decided to continue it a bit by adding some things to my liking since it was originally a rushed project.

(this is originally a polygamous trouble trio x fem!reader thingy which is why shalnark is mentioned to have face fucked you before.)

things you'll expect; punishment scenario (reader had hit him over the head with something in a fit of rage) face fucking, dirty talking, face slapping , reader is somewhat of a masochist, feitan's dogshit grammar because I think it's SOOO cute (also anything in bold is him using his native language.)

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

"Please, Fei, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Cut off by the seventh hard smack to the face, a part your hair was held tightly in Feitan's grip, your cheeks were now swollen from the hits you received.

"The only sorry... is you taking your punishment...." You heard him say to you, you could tell, he enjoyed what was happening to you, seeing you at his mercy after attacking him.

"Such a slutty girl you are..." His native language had came out, you couldn't understand what he was saying to you, but you know it was something vile. "You must not know who I am, you stupid, stupid bitch."

Another smack to the face, that proved to be the last one as he yanked you by your hair to order you to move to your bed, you tried by getting up on your feet but he pulled your hair back to where you'll get back down on the floor, landing on your bottom.

"Crawl."

"Um, Fei, are you done?" You heard Shalnark's voice, he peaked his head through the crack of your room door.

"Not yet." Feitan responded. "Shut door."

Shalnark shrugs and closes the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone again.

Feitan let's go of your hair, more like him throwing it out of his grasp, he goes down to his sweatpants and pulls them down to where only his boxers, then, his hardened cock can show. Giving himself a few good pumps, he grabs the hair from the back of your head and pulls you forward to where your lips can touch his tip.

You rolled your eyes, not opening your lips for him, looking up at him with innocent doe eyes hidden away by a slight tinge of disobedience.

Feitan squints his eyes at you in disappointment, he knocks you upside the head with his fist, ringing a knocking sound effect coming from the side of your head, at this, you let out a weep of pain.

"Open your mouth, slut."

You obediently opened your mouth which leads him to shoving it down your throat without warning, he holds your head down for a few seconds until he pulls your hair to shoot your head back up, making you gasp as strings of saliva surround his cock.

Pause, he just got an idea.

Not too long ago, two weeks prior to be exact, he accidentally walked in on Shalnark face fucking you with your head hanging off the bed and him ramming himself into your throat, as you rubbed your clit, looking down at you......

"Get on bed, now." He says, his voice was more aggressive than usual, you can actually hear his voice from his usual whispers.

You climbed on top of your bed quickly, waiting for his next order.

"Lay down on your back, horizontally."

You did exactly what he had, your head was now hanging off the bed like that following two weeks.

Knowing exactly what he wanted, you opened your mouth for his cock to slide back into you, travelling through your throat, he noticed the bulge poking through your neck, not caring for your choking sounds he'd normally get off to.

It drove him almost mad.

As he started to fuck your face slowly, he traced his fingers around the bulge, admiring how beautiful it looks, he mumbled something in his language, and after a bit of time, he begins to move faster, pushing himself out of you every now and then so you can breathe.

With each thrust, you choked, moaned, and gagged, every now and again a part of you was slapped, your face, your tits, your upper chest, wherever he could get his hands on, he degraded you in both English and his own, this is exactly what you needed, it had been some time since you got fucked like this, since you had a powerful orgasm, since you've been reminded how you're an obedient fuck toy.

His thrusts started to move more sloppy, until ropes of his cum paint your walls white, he pulls out letting you breathe again, sitting up, your thick strings of saliva were on your face and hair, knowing you would have to shower to get it out after this is all over.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #feitan #feitan smut #feitan portor #feitan x reader #feitan porter x reader #feitan x you #feitan x y/n #feitan x reader smut

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bwabys-scenarios · 5 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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tinfairies · 6 months

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Getting passed around by the phantom troupe like a blunt on rotation is the fucking dream.

Dripping cum from every hole, covered in cum, overstimulated, crying, begging. Just all of it.

Some are so so sweet and others are mean and treat you like a whore

The aftercare is fucking phenomenal though

#tin talks #Tin smut #phantom troupe #chrollo lucilfer #feitan portor #nobunaga hazama #uvogin #Shalnark #pakunoda #shizuku murasaki #machi komacine #phinks magcub #hxh x reader #hxh smut #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter

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mamayan · 10 months

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⚠️ MNDI 18+⚠️

Imagine getting railed so hard from behind you just can’t take it anymore. Your poor hole abused to the point of pain and pleasure morphing into something you can’t name. You’ve got the sheets in a death grip as you hear laughter behind you.

He’s finding humor in your pathetic attempts to hold on. He knows he’s being too rough, knows it’s all too much for you. He’s fucking you harder anyway. He just wants to hear you beg for him.

“Please! Be gentle!” You will beg eventually, and it’ll make him coo and pet your sweaty skin as he wraps his hand around your neck to pull you up and back against him.

“Poor thing, can’t take anymore?” He’ll ask you in such a condescending tone, chuckling when he sinks impossibly deeper inside you in this position and you whine. You’ll struggle to reply, trying to nod and speak but he’s got your throat locked against him and you’re only getting just enough air to breathe. He’ll act like your silence is denial. “Oh? You like this then?” You won’t be able to confirm or deny it as he grinds inside you and has you reeling towards an orgasm.

He’ll shove you face first back into the mattress as he begins fucking you like a rag doll again right through it.

You’ll try to crawl away, get a little rest for your abused hole, but this will piss him off. You’ll move away and his cock will slip out. He’ll press his palm in between your shoulder blades and pin you down as he snarls in your ear, sliding back inside you and making your head spin. “Did I fucking say I was done with you baby? What’s the matter? I’m only getting started. You’re not going anywhere.”

He’s fucking you stupid now.

It’s your fault too really, thinking you could get away before he was done using you. You’ve got a safe word for a reason after all. It’s too bad you can’t remember it with how his cock stretches you out and has you falling apart on it again.

#mdni #smut #bnha #hxh #dabi #18+#drabble #short #bnha smut #shigaraki tomura #x reader #Feitan porter #uvogin #phinks magcub #Hawks #GN reader

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love-me-satoru · 8 days

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Not the thought of yandere!Boyfriend that would tie up some random guy that was flirting with you and then fuck you in front of them.Them squirming against the ropes watching your tear filled eyes. Loud moans and your boyfriends fat fucking cock pushing into you at a brutal pace. Their cock straining against their jeans. “Look baby he’s hard.” You couldn’t process your boyfriends words until his hand wrapped around your throat Pulling you flushed against his front. “I said look slut.” your eyes glancing back at the man tied to the chair. “Good girl.. Now cum for me baby. Show him what he’ll never get.”

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spiderlilydreams · 12 days

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Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, blow jobs, creampies, rough sex (kinda), female oral receiving, sex toys, etc. MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Work Place Fuck Buddy

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Kurapika -

Kurapika is your new secretary. You're his boss, and you love to tease him. When you hired him, he was a blushing mess, his eyes trying to avert their gaze at your cleavage and curvy body. This made you want to tease him.

You'd often come up behind him while he worked at his front desk, bending over so your mouth would be close to his ear, your voice like silk. Kurapika would squeak and cover his face with his hands blushing and, for some reason, apologizing. His cock would be hard against his pants, and for the rest of the day he wouldn't be able to work as well, stuttering when trying to talk to people at the front desk. You'd just be leaning against the door, watching him and smiling mischeviously.

Eventually, you'd end up having a work friends with benefits situation. Quite the scandal if it got out. This didn't stop you from teasing him. No, it made it even more fun for you.

One day, as he was working, you came to pretend to call someone on the front desks phone, reaching your hand down to Kurapika's leg. He jumped, and you had to shush him. You'd bring out his pretty pink dripping cock and jerk him under the desk, Kurapika blushing and biting his lip trying to not let out moans and whimpers. You'd deal with people who came to the front desk, talking with your sweet voice, the people seeing the bright red Kurapika with his head on his arms, thinking nothing of it. Maybe he was just taking a quick nap, and you were helping out.

Helping out you were. Kurapika couldn't help but let a struggled whimper when he spurt warm semen all over your offices floor. You just kicked the desk, trying to cover up his whimper, wearing your signature smile as a new person walked up to the desk.

Later Kurapika profusely apologized for cumming all over the floor, but you quieted him, speaking of needing to punish him. Kurapika's obedient cock perked up at this, his tip sloppy with precum. You demanded for him to kneel before you, Kurapika doing so right away. He looked so cute when blushing and looking up with such sweet large eyes. You brought his face to your pussy, him immediately delving into your soaked pussy, licking and sucking you hungrily while whimpering. You made sure he stayed on his knees, and didn't touch himself. You stood tall above him, and he'd look up all red with glazed over eyes, begging for more.

Feitan -

Feitan always had dark under eyes from his chronic insomnia. It didn't help that he had to work with you, the hottest woman he's ever seen. He would blush around you, covering his face with his bangs, trying to escape you as you with a bubbly voice tried to talk to him. He'd go to the bathroom and lean against the door, trying desperately to calm his aching cock.

He'd stay up late, looking at your social media's, which he found due to your work friend Shalnark. He'd look at your selfies with tired eyes, illuminated by the blue light, pumping his leaking cock, guilt ignored by his lust for you.

The next day, he wouldn't be able to look at you. You always worried about him, seeing how tired he'd look and how he barely ate at work. One day, you brought over some food you made for him, saying that you made it for him because you were worried. Feitan almost fainted right there with his increased heart rate, shaking as he grabbed the food, mumbling a thank you. From then on, you'd bring him food and even baked goods.

Feitan, as time would go on, would get more and more desperate to be with you. He'd glare at his fellow male co-workers, obviously flirting with you.

Eventually, one day, while you were getting something in the faculty lounge, you got to be alone with Feitan. Your heart beat fast, as you stammered out that you have a work crush on him and that you can't hold back from admitting it anymore. In almost a blink of an eye, Feitan would be pulling you into one of the storage rooms, pushing you up against the shelves, making out with you passionately. It'd take no time before Feitan would have your face pushed up against the shelves, slamming his throbbing cock deep into your womb. He'd fuck you so hard and fast, letting out all the need he's been building up, resisting. Random items would be falling off the shelves and your moans would radiate off the walls. You thanked the universe that all the other staff were at a lame pizza party on the first floor, unable to hear you getting pounded and stuffed with semen. You would barely be able to walk out of the room, Feitan's seed leaking out of you and soaking your panties.

Feitan, for the rest of the day, would smirk from his cubicle, watching you struggling to walk down the hallway.

You were no longer safe at the office, Feitan's slender fingers always somehow ended up in your drenched panties. You couldn't help but submit when you'd feel his cold hand reach up your thigh during office meetings. He loved it when you wore short skirts that teased him so much with no tights underneath. Just as you were about to speak, Feitan slipped a finger under your drenched panties, then pushing it into your warm accepting cunt. You'd let out a struggled sound, making everyone peer at you suspiciously. "I'm sorry everyone, I-I didn't get much sleep last night.." You stammered out, Feitan grinning.

Chrollo -

Chrollo was your boss, and you were his secretary. You knew Chrollo was the type of boss to seduce his secretaries, but you thought you'd be able to resist his charm.

You were wrong.

You were under Chrollo's desk as he worked on paperwork, kneeling between his legs, lips snug around his thick dick. He'd every so often reach his hand down to support your head and push more of himself into your small mouth, groaning softly under his breath. If someone would come into his office, he'd just smile as if nothing is going on, letting them even sit in the chair across from him. You tried your best to continue sucking him without making a noise, but Chrollo was evil. Just as you barely managed to take more of him into your mouth, Chrollo pushed your head so you were now taking all of his cock. Chrollo, with perfect timing, covered his mouth pretending to choke as you did so, cursing at yourself in your head for your mistake. The person asked Chrollo what was wrong, but he just kept on showing his charming smile and saying that nothing was the matter.

Chrollo wanted to cum in your mouth with the person in his office. Purposefully he typed slow, dragging on the conversation, as he dragged your pretty tight lips around his cock. When Chrollo came, he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh that was a bit shakey. The person just thought he was tired from trying to finish up what he was doing, but no, he was pumping endless ropes of white thick cum in your obedient throat.

After all of that, Chrollo would sit your pretty self on his desk, praising you for how well you did. You were blushing, wetness coating your thighs from arousal from the whole ordeal.

Chrollo wouldn't pleasure you quite yet, though. No, he was a devil. He'd slip a tiny remote control vibrator into your panties, right on your clit, sending you back to your cubicle. He'd watch with a smile as you convulsed from a orgasm in one of the cameras he had for the office. You had to cover your mouth with your hand as you rode it out, feeling overstimulated as you came down from your orgasm from the vibrator. After your orgasm, he'd just turn the setting up higher, laughing to himself as you'd end up cumming again, this time a little more loud.

#chrollo x reader #chrollo x reader smut #kurapika x reader #kurapika x reader smut #feitan x reader #feitan x reader smut #hunter x hunter x reader

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rotten-pomegranate · 26 days

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

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

Warnings: torture

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Feitan

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

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

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

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

Shalnark

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

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

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

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

He just uses it to guilt trip you

Phinks

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

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

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

Illumi

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

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

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

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

Hisoka

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

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

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

Chrollo

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

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

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

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

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l1tw1ck · 4 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.

sub!bottom!ftm feitan x dom!top!male reader

this super duper short, srry

cw: mild dub-con, rope bondage, aphrodisiacs, nipple play, creampie

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.

#wicks🕯️shorts #top male reader #male reader #feitan x male reader #feitan x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x male reader #hxh smut #ftm character #sub character #tw dubious consent

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hoejosatoru · 11 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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in loving memory ;

part one | part two

summary: feitan tortures his student's stalker.

note: feitan and reader are mentor and student turned fwb, think of it as that one teacher you wanted to fuck back in school lol.

tw: blood, gore, stalking, kidnapping, murder, abuse, it gets a bit smutty in the middle so watch out for that.

word count: 4.8k

this does have dark themes and nsfw content, any minors, blank or ageless blogs will be blocked if interacting.

"just who the hell even are you?"

the man who sits uncomfortably tied in the wooden chair with his arms tied together behind him, legs spread slightly apart, all by a semi large rope, limbs tied so tightly he knew that if he would make it out alive, they would leave some deep bruises, maybe even cuts since when he moves, it burns, like fire was being lit directly on the spot.

a figure stands before him, he was short, yes, but he packed power like never seen before, in the 'victims' eyes, that is, he see's that his pale, calloused hands was caked and covered in his blood, the blood that spills in the form of rivers out of the wounds and scars that littered his body, a large 'x' was cut deep onto his chest, thankfully not deep enough to cut through any organs, but deep enough to see flesh.

the figures eyes were slanted, dark in color, covering the bottom half of his face with what appears to be some sort of mask.

devon closes his eyes shut, it hurts, so, so bad, but he can't show weakness just yet, all he wanted to do was to be close to her, the woman he loves, the woman he believes he can't live without, but after a series of events that proved their relationship to be a failure, she left, she's gone, and guaranteed, he'll never get that version of her back.

but none-the-less, devon sobs quietly, he was always told, especially by his father and uncle, that men shouldn't cry, it was a sign of weakness, and he must always stay stoic and composed, this unhealthy mindset kept him from doing the most basic things a human should do, even leading himself to treat others poorly including the woman he loves, but at this given moment he can't help but break down, and even despite being a non believer he pleaded to god above, if there even is one, much to the amusement of his captor, who lets out a small chuckle.

devon silences himself to hear the laughter, looking into the eyes of the man above him, he could tell even by the mask covering his face he was smiling, grinning, happy at the sight of his defeat, his weakness.

"you expect me to feel even an ounce of pity.. for those pathetic tears you spill.."

devon couldn't understand what he was saying, he was definitely speaking a different language, it didn't bother him as much as he wanted to.

"foolish.. foolish being you are." finally speaking his second language, the one devon can understand, when he spoke, it was slow and processed, like trying to think of the next words last minute, or sometimes falling into the territory where words just don't mesh.

devon has pretty much accepted his fate, he would most likely die here, a better option than having to deal with the pain of some lunatic slashing at his skin, ripping off his nails, slapping and punching him every time he speaks or makes sudden movements.

"just don't hurt her.." is all devon could choke out, he hoped to god that she was at least safe, that this freak wouldn't go after her next, he would hate to see her in the same fate he's in currently, fulfilling this sadists dirty kinks and fetishes.

he was in for a rude awakening, that she was the one who sent him here, she didn't even need convincing or payment to send him on his way.

she is the reason he's in the position he's in.

it was 8:40 pm, finally getting off of work, a woman walks to her car, having one of her coworkers walk alongside her, a man who stands above 6 foot, and looks rather intimidating.

"thanks, kyle." she smiles at the taller man getting in her car, it was dark outside with not that many cars around since it was in the lot where only employees can park, and many have clocked out and went off home already, kyle was one of those who will eventually go home within the next hour or two.

"no problem, i have sisters and nieces i look out for, my mothers always told me to look out for those i care for." kyle was a genuine man, she knew so since she had been friends with him since high school and was his prom date when no one wanted to go with him, it was safe to say she puts her trust into him and after 3 years of graduating and 3 additional years of being friends and keeping in contact, he hasn't proven to be otherwise, unlike the other men she's been with romantically and platonically who had protected her only under the hope of her sleeping with them.

she shuts the door and kyle walks back into the building of the hair salon she works in, starting her car she realizes she needs to get gas, her apartment complex was a 10 minute drive away and she might not make it, but lucky enough for her there was a nearby convenience store that was pretty close to the area, and thank the heavens that she had gotten paid just yesterday.

driving off the lot, there was only one red light stop and once you turn right and then to your left, you would be there in no time, but tonight was not that night where she could simply get her gas and leave, although eternally thankful that there were many people around so that a certain someone wouldn't come for her without another person being generous enough to either call the police or tackle him and hold him in place so that she can get away.

at the gas station there was a considerable amount of people going in and out, the non-gas parking lot was completely full, and there was only one pump left for her to get her gas.

she parks in that spot, pump number 12, rather close to the last one, it was quite the large store, with rarely any homeless people and drug addicts coming here, they seemed to be pretty strict on that rule.

getting out of her car to walk up to the store, she opens the door and walks in the nicely cleaned and neat store.

a man greats her at the cash register, she didn't want to get any snacks this time, wanting to just go home and get some rest.

"i want 50 on pump 12." she asks him before placing a bill onto the table, the man quickly takes it.

"okay, you're all set!" he tells her, she gives him a "thank you" before walking to the door only for her to run into a man, who opens the door for her, she also gives him a thank you before walking back to her car, she opens the door thing and untwists the knob to place the gas pump into it.

while she's pumping her gas she looks around to see if anything is out of the ordinary, nothing so far thankfully, once she's done pumping her gas she puts everything back in place and jumps back into her car, starting it up and driving away to finish driving back home, as she drives the area grows darker and darker, being used to driving at night, it doesn't bother her much.

finally making it to the apartment complex, she finds her usual parking spot to thankfully be untouched, she drives into the untaken parking spot and jumps out of her car, she sees in the distance that someone was sitting on their porch; an elderly woman.

"oh, hello mrs. daniels!" she smiles at the woman who was interrupted, looking up at the much younger woman, she immediately smiles.

"ah, hello, dear! how was work?" mrs. daniels asks politely, she had known her for some time and the two of them would sit and chat for what feels like hours.

"it was fine as usual, no weird things happening and especially no sight of him." she sighs, reminded of the man she once loved, it had been 4 years, and she is still being chased and stalked by him, sometimes showing up to events and jobs unannounced, blowing up her phone number multiple times to where she had to change the number so many times.

it was almost as if she couldn't escape him, no matter how hard she tried.

her conversation with mrs. daniels proved to turn sour when she was reminded of the man she dearly hated.

"goodnight." she says as she walks up the stairs, finally reaching her door she unlocks it and opens the door to her darkened home, closing the door and locking it away with the many locks she had kept just to keep not only him, but just genuinely other weird creepy men away.

she walks to her room to get undressed and ready to shower, she expects him to come by in the dead of night to scream and shout at her, about how much he loves and misses her, his voice had became unbearable after the first night of him doing that, and the songs he would play from a beatbox loud enough to where the people who stayed near the music, it would blast throughout their house, had became annoying too, most of which were her, no, their favorite songs.

stepping in the shower to let the water rain down on her, how they broke up was because they constantly fought, devon was too flirty and friendly with other women and had even drunkenly asked someone at a bar to hook up in the dirty bar bathroom, she dumped him when he became sober, grabbing his things and placing them outside her door, he became violent, throwing and breaking everything in sight, begging her to take him back or else he'll commit suicide, right in front of her as he grabs a kitchen knife and slices away at his flesh, his arms and legs littered with scars as his blood drops and stains on the floors, at some point, she had no choice to call the police.

using the soap to clean the sweat off her body, she couldn't even count how many times she had to call the police, and in most of those times, they didn't do jack, because she would have to be harmed in order for them to do anything, and that him just shouting and screaming at the top of his lungs didn't conclude as evidence to them, it seems to have worked when her neighbors would shout at him to shut the fuck up, either he walks away or the police finally show up to arrest him, but someone was always there to bail him out.

finally stepping out of the shower to dry off her body with a warm towel, she had for the longest time been thinking about calling one of her friends to handle it for her, she believed that there was no one there that would risk her life for her messing around with her affairs, or, said person would spent a huge chunk of their life in prison because they finally took devon off the face of the earth, but with this person she feels as if she could trust him enough not to get into trouble with the law for killing him, i mean, he had killed many and still walks a free man because of him being a nen user, policemen with their ordinary guns won't stop him because he's swift, fast as a cheetah, or even faster.

her relationship with him was a bit weird now that they got to know each other well, starting off as a student/mentor type of thing, he would teach her the basics of nen and whatnot, considering his nature she doesn't even know how she managed to sway him with her words, it just.. happened really, but now, she can't really consider him to be a friend let alone something a little more, sure, she thinks he's hot, seeing his chest for the first time made her feel something she had never really felt with devon, he was short, yes, but his body was toned and muscular, she wanted to run her fingers through his hard body, it felt new because she was never really attracted to muscular bodies, devon's body type was more her type, skinny but not boney, shows a bit of muscle but not too much, just right and slim.

but this new person, who's name was feitan portor, had opened something different for her, she starts to think more and more of him to realize she finds him attractive, she can't really say she's in love, lust kind of overpowers love in this situation, she's had a few wet dreams of him in her denial stage, god she wonders what his cock looks like, is it big? or a bit on the smaller side? she almost felt bad for devon for thinking this since.. she had never really been attracted to him the same way she was attracted to feitan, but, it can't be helped now, can it?

she plans on texting him tonight to come over, it had been months since she last saw him and kind of misses seeing his face.

jumping into bed she turns her phone on to see his contact, she debated with herself enternally if she wanted to call or text, but she feels as if he isn't the type to call, and theres no guarantee that he'll pick up the phone, he's probably busy with something right now or probably sleep because of how dark it is outside.

but none the less, she sends him a quick "do you want to hang out? it's been some time since i've seen you." text and waits for his response by putting her phone down and turning on her tv to watch whatever aired on tv, either it be cartoons or something else that manages to catch her interest.

feitan was not only a slow texter, but also has grammar that is sometimes unreadable, understandably, english isn't his first language, hell, he even spoke it in front of her at one given point, she never heard the language coming out of anyone else's mouth, and when she tried researching it she couldn't find anything on it, eh, it didn't really matter much to her anyway.

a sound came from her phone to signify that she had gotten a text message, quickly picking up her phone to see that feitan had texted back, quicker than he usually does, taking up to as long as a day to respond back.

"sure." is all he said, he usually doesn't confirm where he is or if he's on his way unless she asks, so, she kind of just laid here and waited for him to come by, she can't lie and say she's excited for his arrival, she'll get to see that face of his again, the thought of him makes her heart race, making two places vibrate, one on her chest and one between her legs, damn, why did she have to fall so hard for her mentor?

it took up to almost an hour for feitan to arrive, wearing his usual attire, keeping his face covered for god knows why, the man sits on her couch as he watches her from afar, she was making him dinner, and it smelled amazing, one thing he noted about he was that she was a great cook, not as great as her fighting skills, however.

dinner was done in about 20 or so minutes and the two sat across from each other on a circular table, a relatively small table it was, they quietly ate their food not really bothering to start any conversations, until feitan decided to break the silence.

"why did you want me to come?" he asks her, it came off as passive aggressive, as if he doesn't really want to be here, or that he was interrupted from something just to see her.

"well, for one, it's been a while since i've seen you, and second, i wanted to talk with you about something." she nervously tells him, watching very closely at his facial expressions.

"go on." he tells her.

she lets in a sigh, before putting her pride to the side to tell him everything that has happened in the past few months that the two haven't spoken, about devon, about him stalking her, near death experiences, everything, he listens as she rants about the man, devon, that treated her this way, and had the nerve to victimize himself.

he didn't want to admit or show it, but he felt sorry for the poor girl, but he wonders, she knows nen, why didn't she use the abilities he taught her on him? she has the strength to kill him if she wanted to.

"why didn't you use nen?" he asks her.

"i... i don't want to go to jail or make a scene.. or become some wanted criminal who has to hide away because i killed someone.." she also wondered why she didn't use her nen abilities on him, she could've if she wanted to, but didn't..

feitan commented 'excuses' under his breath to where she wasn't able to hear it, he also became aware of how nervous she was around him, she wasn't like this before, she was more outspoken and confident now she can't even look at him for more than a minute, the way she spoke was also more softer and demure, the thought of her having a crush on him wasn't a thing in his mind, maybe other factors played a part.

"so, what i'm saying is.. if he ever comes back.. can you handle him for me? i'll do basically anything, i just want him to leave me alone.." her voice slightly raised becoming agitated, she basically pleaded him, begging almost.

he had a bit of a soft spot for her, she was cute, and showed great potential to become powerful, not as powerful as him, but still enough to pose as a threat to some, she was kind, smart, funny and determined, it would be a lie if he didn't admit, tiny romantic feelings lingered, but he didn't let it interfere with his work or their training, and wanted to keep things strictly mentor and student... for the most part that is.

"fine." he tells her, coming off a bit harsh.

but he did notice the outfit she was wearing, the white, oversized t-shirt where her nipples are poking out, the shorts she's wearing that are a little too short, the way she walks as the fat of her thighs and ass jiggle, he felt his cock harden at the though of her grinding her ass against his twitching cock...

thank goodness for this cloak that keeps his visible, half hardened cock away, so she wouldn't be freaked out by the sight and eventually kick him out and call him a pervert.

"i see were done, i'll take these." she picks up her plate and walks over to his side of the table to pick up his, not being able to help the sight of her tit's jiggling as she walks, and when she walks away, his eyes were fixated on her ass, the way her shorts were caught up in her cheeks, outlining just how voluptuous her ass is.

little did he know, she picked out this outfit just to hope he stares at her, her folds moistening at the thought of him staring at her ass, it almost feels she pissed herself by how wet she was, fuck... she wanted him so bad.

and he wanted her just as much...

"f-fuck.. feitan...!"

she moans into the pillow as he ravages her from behind, his hands slapping her ass on occasion watching his cock thrust in and out of her, her slick dropping to his balls, then onto the bedsheets by how wet she was.

noting the hickeys that litter her neck, chest, and back, her hair was now all over the place because of him pulling on it from earlier.

the sexual tension between them has finally been fulfilled.

feitan feels himself nearing, it hasn't even been 10 minutes and hes already close, quickly pulling himself out to bend over to lick up her slick, making her to get her clitoris to hear those sweet, yet muffled moans, he wanted to make her cum first before he goes on to finish.

he didn't really have much sex experience before this situation, hookups really weren't his thing, the only way he knew what to do was by porn, he wasn't an addict by any means necessary, but he also wasn't immune to seeing a hot chick on screen and getting the urge to jerk it after seeing her.

the girl he's fucking as of current was the only one who pushed him to the limit.

and now he's on his knees on her bed, eating away at her moist pussy, sucking up all her juices and playing with that sensitive bud that hangs between her folds. she balls her fists gripping the sheets beneath her, the sudden feeling taking over her as she released more of her fluids onto feitan's face.

noted that she had came, feitan sits up to stick his cock back into her and begins to pound away, maybe it's just because it's his first time, but my god, he was seeing stars, her pussy was perfectly moist and warm, tightening around his cock almost as if she was trying to suck him in, the feeling of his own climax didn't take long to creep up behind him.

he debated on whether he wanted to cum inside of her and just steal some contraceptives for her so she wouldn't get pregnant, it was a way of claiming her as his own, almost like it was a big fuck you to devon.

and he did just that, much to her temporary dismay, he shoots ropes of his cum deep inside of her, gripping onto her ass as he releases into her, pulling out once he's done, her tired body flops to the side like a piece of meat, he expected her to shout at him for cuming inside of her but she didn't.. yet at least.

feitan gets off of the bed and walks over to the bathroom that's in her room, he grabs one of the smaller complimentary towels and puts it under some lukewarm water, ringing out the excess water he uses it to clean off his cock.

putting the water back on and repeating the previous method of wetting the towel and ringing out the water he walks over to her still tired body and throws the towel at her, jumping at the sudden movement she looks up at him and realizes she wanted her to clean herself with it.

"im.. just going to go shower." she jumps off the bed to walk to the bathroom, before she closes the door she looks over at him. "...do you want to shower with me?"

feitan shrugs, before following her to the bathroom, leading to shower sex that lasted a little longer than it should have.

it was 9:34 am, two people sleeping in a queen sized bed, cuddled together as if they didn't spend a good chunk of the night fucking like rabbits.

she was the first to open her eyes to see above her, that feitan was still asleep, his eyes softly closed as his chest puffs in and out, blissfully unaware of the fact that the woman that lays beside him is awake, she gets up from the bed after flipping the blankets off of her to go to the bathroom, washing her face, brushing her teeth, and walking out to see feitan slowly opening his eyes to view her frame.

"good morning." she says softly, feitan doesn't respond but closing his eyes again.

she walks back to the bed to sit on it, looking down at him again, it looks like he was trying to go back to sleep.

"i could make breakfast for us if you want any." she tells him, he makes a grunt, not sure if it's a yes or no, but she decided to take it as a yes, feitan can sometimes be a bit vauge, she had to learn quickly that he's not good at communicating especially in a language that he doesn't speak often.

she walks to the kitchen to grab a few things out of the refrigerator, there wasn't much, she realized she needed to go grocery shopping at some point today, and deciding to fix whatever's left, hopefully enough for her and feitan.

whilst cooking, feitan finally fully wakes up, remembering what she had told him about a guy named "devon." he could get shalnark to find his location... the problem is, there's about a million guys named devon, not only does he not know the surname, but he also doesn't even know what the guy looks like, it's best to ask her about him over breakfast.

his phone vibrates on the small dresser that sits beside the bed, picking up the phone to turn it on to see that he got a text from phinks.

"so, who is she?"

he wants to know about the girl he's been seeing.

not even bothering to answer the text he puts his phone back down and walks to the kitchen to see that she must almost be done, there were two plates sitting on the counter filled with food.

"oh, now you're actually awake?" she smiles at him before pointing to the food filled plate. "you can have that plate if you want, i'm almost done with mine."

feitan goes over to pick up the plate and sit at the table they last had dinner, wastes no time eating his food, damn, her cooking never fails to amaze him.

she comes over to set her plate down and start eating as well.

the breakfast was rather silent, until feitan starts the conversation.

"so.. about devon.."

she freezes for just a bit before resuming back to eating, he didn't mean to startle her by the name, more or so just wanting to get more info on him so he can at least find the right person.

"yes?" she asks him.

"i need a last name.." he tells her.

"robinson, devon robinson." she tells him blankly before going back to eating quietly.

the rest of breakfast was quiet up until they finish their food, putting their plates in the sink so that she can wash them, feitan returns to her room to get his clothes, putting them on, he walks out quicker than he came in.

"wait, you're going to deal with him now?" she asks him, he was already headed for the door with his hand on the knob about to twist, looking back at the girl who walks out of the kitchen.

"yes." he tells her blankly.

"well.. i was thinking.. you can come to the grocery store with me?" she asks him, waiting for the possibility of his rejection, but it wasn't like she expected, he lets out a huff and walks out the door, shutting it behind him with no verbal response, leaving her dumbfounded.

she lets out an annoyed sigh, sure, he's not the most verbal, but a 'no' could've been better that what that was.

in the afternoon, 3:45, feitan had met up with shalnark, who was on a computer.

"who's devon robinson?" shalnark asks. "what's he got to do with the troupe."

"it's classified." feitan responds, he didn't want the rest of the troupe to know about her, he can't say he loves the girl, relationships aren't really his thing, but she is cute, sex with her is mind blowing and her cooking is off the charts, however, love is a bit... icky for him, it made him cringe at the idea of calling her his 'girlfriend.' probably because of the childish aspect of it.

"oh.. well, here, i guess this is the guy were looking for."

what appears on a social media sight, devon robinson was a 28 year old pro-hunter, he had shaggy, dirty blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders, a face full of facial hair, sea green eyes, and tanned, but still leaning towards pale, skin. he was around 6'1, and also, apparently uses nen.

a picture beside him was a picture of him hugging her, kissing her cheek as she looked oh so happy.

yep, it was definitely him.

"so, is this the guy were looking for?" shalnark asks.

"it's the guy i'm looking for."

shalnark looks over at the masked man, confused.

"so, you're going by yourself?"

"yep." feitan leaves the room, without a thank you, getting all the information he needed, he now knows where he lives.

this will be the end of it all.

#feitan portor #feitan #hxh feitan #tw blood #hunter x hunter #hxh #feitan x you #feitan x reader #feitan smut #feitan x reader smut #tw gore #<- ??? idk theres mentions of flesh and blood people get squeemish at that

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