#feitan x you

[shiftingparadise]

May I request a Feitan x Reader please? Cute stuff cute stuff everywhere. A fluff with Feitan trying to confess his feelings and failing a few times before actually getting it right.

Hi guys!! I'm back <3 I hope you enjoy this one. If you don't, or if you would like to give some feedback, feel free to do so.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1294

“What?”, you shyly asked. “You keep staring at me, it’s freaking me out, Fei”. “Tsk, wasn’t looking at you”, his cold eyes darted to the side. “Right”, you sighed before you got up. “Where’s boss anyway? We’ve been waiting in this building for ages. I’m getting tired”. “You can  sleep here”, Hisoka smirked as he pointed toward his lap. “Fuck off”, you picked up a stone and threw it toward the magician, earning a chuckle in response. “I’m going outside for a bit. I’m getting bored”. 

No one answered. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. Hisoka playing with his cards, Shalnark updating his device, Feitan sharpening his knife… 

“Hm”, you contentedly smiled as the moonlight greeted your skin, a soft breeze carried the familiar scent of the city toward you. 

“What are you doing?”, Feitan’s voice came from behind you. “Nothing”, your smile slowly faded. “I’ve noticed”, Feitan now standing next to you. “Noticed?”, you frowned as your eyes scanned his expression. 

“Cold as ever”, you thought. You always failed to read him, leaving you clueless as to what he was thinking or feeling.

“Your eyes”, he said, turning to look at you, “They’re sad”. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes, “T-that’s not true Fei-“. “It’s fine”, he kept his eyes locked on yours, “You don’t have to talk about it”.

Silence. 

“But I’d like you too”, he awkwardly added as he stared into the distance. “It’s nothing”, you forced a smile. 

For a second, you noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It was the first time you saw any kind of emotion on his face. 

“Pretty, right? The moon, I mean”, you nervously chuckled. 

It was so obvious. Too obvious that you liked him. 

He shrugged his shoulders in response. “You’re prett-“, he stopped talking before finishing his sentence. “I-I’m what?”, a blush on your cheek. “An idiot”, he clenched his jaw before kicking a stone in front of him. “I’m going back, boss will be here soon”, and just like that, he disappeared. 

--- 

“Careful”, his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you back. “Oh, thanks, Fei”, you shyly smiled, “Didn’t notice we were going to cross a street”. “You never notice anything”. 

Why did he seem annoyed? 

“I’m sorry, Fei”, you lowered your eyes. “Don’t”, he softly placed his hand on the back of your head, gently massaging it for a second before pulling away. “Don’t apologize”. “Hm”, your cheeks red. Without saying anything else, his hand glided down to your waist, gently pushing you forward, “We can cross now”. 

Butterflies. The way his hand gently pinched your waist, the way his voice sounded so soft when he talked to you… 

“Where are the others?”, you asked as you crossed. 

No answer. 

“Fei?”, you frowned as he kept his hand on your waist. “No others”, he softly answered. “H-huh? You said we were going to meet the others-“, “We are. In the evening”. “T-then what are we doing here?”, you stopped walking. “Wanted to get a coffee with you”, he placed his hands back in his pockets. “Oh”, you looked at the ground, a blush on your cheeks. 

Was this a date? Did he…? No, Fei wasn’t like this. 

“You don’t want to?”, his brows pulled together. “N-no, I could use some coffee now”. “Good”, he started walking again, not looking back at you. 

You walked behind him for a while before finally arriving at a cute, little café. 

“So cozy”, your eyes unwillingly lit up. “Hm, thought you’d like this place. What’d you want?”. “A latte, please”, you sat down as he went to the counter. 

“Here”, he carefully placed your coffee in front of you. “Thanks, Fei”. “Hm”, a small smile on his face. “W-what? A-are you smiling?”, your eyes went round in surprise. 

This was the first time you'd seen him do that. 

“Tsk, you don’t think I smile?”. “I-I’ve never seen you smile before”, you awkwardly cleared your throat. 

Silence. Again. 

“S-so, why were you smiling?”, you took a sip of your coffee. “Fei”, his voice sounded raspy, “I like it when you call me that”. 

Bright red. Your cheeks went bright red.

“So messy”, he leaned over the table before his thumb stroked over your soft lips. “H-huh?”, your eyes wide open. “There was some foam on your lips”, he  sat back down again. 

How could his touch feel so soft? So caring? You know what he did, what he enjoyed doing. It’s not like you were much better. You were also a Spider but… Feitan could be truly cruel, terrifying even. 

“I want to tell you something”, he stared out the window, looking at the cars passing. For some reason, he hadn’t touched his coffee yet. “Oh?”, you took another sip from yours. “I really like y-“, he paused again. “I really like coffee”, he lowered his eyes as he corrected himself. “Really?”, you smiled, “Me too. We should do this more often then”. You were clueless as to what he wanted to say. “Fine”, he coldly answered before finally taking a sip. 

--- 

“Dead, huh?”, you pulled your knees closer to your chest. The bright city lights greeted you like an old friend. You usually loved this. Sitting on a balcony of a hotel room, a soft breeze grazing over your cheeks… But not tonight. The loss of your friend far outweighed any pleasant feeling. 

“Dead”, Feitan said, sitting down beside you. “Where are the others?”, a cold look in your eyes. “Dealing with it in their own way”, he studied your face. “Why did you come here?”, you softly asked. “Wanted to make sure you were okay”. “There’s no time to grieve, Fei. Whether I’m fine or not, it doesn’t matter”. “It matters to me”, he looked at the sky. 

Why? Feitan wasn’t the kind of man to care about others, at least not like this. He cared about the Spiders, but he would never care about their feelings. 

“H-huh?”, you froze as Feitan placed a strand of hair behind your ear. You slowly looked to the side, only to find warm eyes staring back at you. He didn’t smile, but his eyes… They were never like this. “Pretty”, he murmured. “W-what-“, “I care for you, Y/N”, he interrupted you as his hand rested on your cheek. “Want to see you happy”, his thumb now softly grazed over your bottom lip. 

“I am-“, “You’re not”, he frowned, “Don’t think I don’t notice”. 

You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, but … You never had this. Someone who cared for you, who wanted to see you happy. 

“Don’t”, he tried to sound as kind as possible. “Don’t cry”, he gently brushed a tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry”, you softly sobbed. “Don’t be”, two hands now wrapped around your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not sorry either”. “Sorry? For what-“, his lips met yours before you could finish your sentence. 

Feitan wasn’t sure if you wanted this or if you felt the same. He never did something like this before, but it felt right. He could feel a warm sensation in his chest, butterflies in his stomach…

“F-fei?”. “Talk to me”, his eyes still closed, a hand resting on the back of your head. “W-what do you want?”. “You”, he immediately answered, “I want you”. 

[h8ani]

𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡

Kinktober Day 6 - Sensory Deprivation

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Reader

Anime: Hunter x Hunter

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of kidnapping, reader has senses stripped from her (blindfold, tied up, earplugs), vibrator usage, lowkey Stockholm syndrome type vibes, punishment, edging, overstimulation

A/N: thank you @kkittycries for proofreading this for me god knows I needed it 🥲🥲

It's been who knows how long, you think it's been at least a year, maybe less since the day you were taken. Time moved so differently at first.

You were trapped in the basement with only a bucket to use and had a small, thin, worn down mattress to sleep on. You had no concept of time when you were down there. It was always dark and cold and you spent most of your days/nights crying until you were exhausted and sleep had come over you.

The more compliant you got, the more privileges you were given but even then it wasn't much.

You've asked him how long it's been but all he gives is a gruff scoff and a simple reply of "Long."

Now you've stopped asking, you do as he wants to try to please him. By now you've upgraded from the basement, to the guest bedroom upstairs. Although, when he wants you in his room for the night you stay there.

Feitan by no means is the word soft or even kind but, the longer you've stayed in the house and the longer you've done what you're told he's been in his own way nicer to you. He allows you to add some of your own food you'd like to the grocery list, you have a nicer mattress in your room, he even leaves you alone most of the time which is a blessing in itself. You still aren't allowed to leave the house other than to go out to the backyard, the fence is so high that you wouldn't even be able to climb to escape but the fresh air was always nice too. There's been a few rare occasions where you've left the house but it's always been well into the night with him alongside you.

It's also rare that you've actually been punished.

There's been small punishments like not being given food for a few days or when your mattress was taken from you so you had to sleep on the floor, but he's never taken a blade to your skin, never harmed you, he's never tortured you like he does to his victims he brings to the house.

You're grateful for that.

But.

What you're enduring now, you've never been punished like this before, if this can even be considered a punishment.

The rope bound around your wrists was tight, rough and uncomfortable. Every move you made to free yourself burned your tender skin, your movements useless from how tightly knotted the rope connected to his bedpost was, the little strength you had doing no good. He had put a blindfold over your eyes and that was surprisingly soft, you think it was a satin material but you no longer having your sight only heightened all the emotions running through your body. You were no longer able to see Feitan or see what he was doing. You didn't even know where he was in the room. You tried focusing on the only sense you had left which was your hearing, you had focused on every little sound in the bedroom but Feitan ended up taking that away from you too. Earplugs were soon put in diminishing the last sense you had.

You were completely cut off from your senses. No sight, no hearing, not even a simple touch.

The only thing you were able to feel was your impending orgasm which was continually cut short.

You didn't have a clue as to why Feitan had started this punishment. You didn't try to escape from him, you haven't tried that since the first time you were brought up from the basement. You always make sure to keep the house locked up when he was gone, curtains always drawn closed, windows locked, doors locked, you don't even go to the backyard when he's not home. That couldn't have been the reason. You were completely clueless as to why you were tied up and being tortured like this.

You clench around nothing as the vibrator pushes harder against your clit, the pressure was enough for a choked moan to leave your lips as the vibrations traveled through your body.

You can hear him scoff as he clicks the vibrator intensity up one sending you back on the edge of orgasm. Your hips rolling into the vibrator just wanting to feel release.

"You aren't meant to enjoy this." Feitan says lowly knowing you couldn't hear him, he clicks the vibrator up one more and within seconds you tip over the edge finally being able to reach the orgasm you've so rudely been getting taken away from you. Your body jerking as you let your orgasm flood your senses, wrists tugging against the rope as you cry out his name. This was the most intense orgasm you've felt and Feitan wasn't letting up as he kept the vibrator pushes up against your sensitive clit.

You were panting as you rode out your high, squirming away as best as you can from the abusive vibrator between your legs. Pushing against the bed with your feet to get away, you felt Feitan's hand grip your hip and tug you back down.

"I'm sorry." You quickly say. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You repeat the same apology over and over just wanting to get away from the pleasure that was slowly trailing into pain. "Feitan I'm sor-"

His lips cut you off, his body leaning more into yours which put more pressure on the vibrator. You whimpered into the kiss, tears threatening to spill beneath the blindfold.

He said something to you but it just sounded muffled due to the earplugs. Your brows scrunched up in frustration because of your lack of hearing. You huffed a sigh and before you could ask what he said, you felt the vibrator pull away from you, instantly calming you down and allowing you to actually come down from your prolonged high.

Your earplugs came out next and Feitan's voice sounded louder than ever.

"Sorry for what?" Feitan doesn't necessarily joke around but you could hear him teasing you clear as day.

"I'm sorry for...what I did."

"And what did you do?" He leans down, breath fanning your face and you didn't need to see to know he had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Maybe if you actually told me I'd know! I think you're just doing this because you find it amusing!" You snap at him, frustration getting the better of you.

He doesn't reply and that alone makes you nervous. It's completely silent but you feel him shift back down to your thighs spreading them further. He slowly rakes his nails down your thigh and then up again, you think he actually might be done, hoping he got bored of this punishment he was putting you through.

Then you hear the vibrator being clicked on again.

You could feel your stomach drop as he tsks at you again.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to continue until you remember."

[dollwrites]

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

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

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

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

but then he doesn’t.

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

feitan was pissing in your mouth.

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

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

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

[imavillainok]

Feitan Portor x Reader | Sunburn☀️

Masterlist / Menu

ー ♡꒱・！Tags : no warnings, gender-neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, oneshot

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Gn reader ]

ー ♡꒱・！Summary: You went on a beach date with Feitan and didn't listen to his advice about wearing sunscreen.

You had been looking forward to your beach date with Feitan all week. You had packed your swimsuit, sunscreen, and a picnic lunch, ready to spend a relaxing day in the sun with your favorite Phantom Troupe member.

Feitan had warned you to wear sunscreen and protect your skin from getting sunburned, but you were feeling carefree and didn't want to be weighed down by sunscreen. You assured Feitan that you would be fine and that you wanted to get a nice tan.

As the day wore on, you and Feitan enjoyed swimming in the ocean, snacking on sandwiches, and lounging on the beach. But as the sun started to set, you began to feel the painful effects of your lack of sunscreen. Your skin was red and sore, and you could barely move without wincing in pain.

Feitan noticed that you were in pain and discomfort, and his expression turned stern.

"Tsk. told you to wear sunscreen, didn't I?" he said, his voice laced with annoyance. "You should have listened to me."

You winced as he scolded you, feeling guilty for not taking his advice seriously. But even as he scolded you, he gently took your hand and led you to the car, determined to take care of you. You could tell that he was upset with you, but you also knew that he cared deeply for your well-being.

Once you were back at the hotel, Feitan ran a cool bath for you and helped you soak your burnt skin. He brought you aloe vera gel and rubbed it gently into your skin, his touch gentle and soothing.

As you lay on the bed, wrapped in a cool towel, Feitan sat beside you and held your hand. "Sorry for scolding you," he said softly. "Just want you to be safe. I care about you."

You smiled weakly, grateful for his concern. "Thank you for taking care of me, Fei," you said. "You're always so good to me."

Feitan leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Will always take care of you," he promised. "No matter what."

[white-poppie]

Pure Imagination

Request: Hello!! Can I request a soulmate AU with Killua, Kurapika, Feitan and Chrollo where they finally meet their soulmate?

Poppie note: Happy Yorknew Day! The smile on my face whenever someone requests something for Kurapika 🤎. Soulmate AUs are one of my favourite things to write, too much fluff, but you know what I love even more? The bittersweet feeling :))

Pairing: Killua, Feitan, Chrollo, Kurapika with Gn! reader

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚

AU: you share scars/whatever you draw on your body with your soulmate.

This wasn't the first time Killua was meeting you.

The first time he crossed paths with you was 6 years ago; when he was 8. He felt as if time had stopped for him. There was this dull ache in his chest, pounding against his vessels, coiling in the maze of his stomach, only to be taut again when he realised that his family would kill you.

The tiny scar on his palm, a tiny and irregular shape, indeed no one else could have it. He was on an assassination mission with Illumi, hiding in a shop; he rushed out when he saw the target, only to bump into you.

He apologized and helped you up, gasping at the sight of the scar, and before you could question him about his reaction, he was gone.

After a few hours, for the first time your soulmate sent a marking on your arm, "I saw you today, wait for me. I will come back for you.--Killua Zoldyck."

It didn't take you long to figure out, your soulmate was no one other than the Albino boy. Since then he slowly sent you small messages, until today. Today, you received an address.

"Hi," he breathed shakily, feeling that giddiness and longing all over again, his hair was more settled down and his height had increased a little, "...hi soulmate...I mean Y/N."

You gulped and bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out, "Hey Killua."

Finding the most courage he could muster, he shakily took your hand in his. He was here to stay, he wouldn't leave, never again.

𝐅𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

AU: The first words that your soulmate says to you are on your wrist.

Your friend was an asshole.

He took money from some infamous troupe and now you were being questioned by a tall blonde woman and a guy who looked like a samurai in a dark dungeon, tied up to a pole.

"I told you, I really don't know where he is or where he kept the money, I didn't even know he was involved in this stuff!" you cried out frustratedly.

The blonde woman sighed and called for one of her subordinates, "Feitan!"

"Take it from here," she clicked the heel of her stilettoes.

The raven-haired man breathed in annoyance and sat in front of you. His dragon-monolid eyes, scratched the very core of your being, tantalizingly.

"So, what do we have here?" he said to you and a strangled gasp of pain left your throat--the pain on your wrist, it was burning.

His eyebrows scrunched into a thin line, "what the hell are you doing?"

"My wrist...it hurts so bad!" you cried out and Feitan's eyes widened in surprise, those words were too familiar for his liking. He looked down to his wrist, to see the marks fading away with a slight sting.

It didn't hurt as much as you were whining, you had to be one of the sensitive types then, his favourite~.

"To think I would meet you here, out of all places," he said breathlessly, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that scared you, "hey there soulmate, you and I are going to have a fun time~"

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

AU: Red string of Fate

Chrollo looked at his Rado wristwatch for the nth time today. He wasn't used to it, the calmness. The non-rushed routine of work. All the members of the tropes were gone for a mission and he was free for the day, so he decided to go for a walk along the coast.

Chrollo, although hated to admit it, was still waiting for his soulmate. He was past the age, true, but a man can dream, right?

The small red string on his pinky was always so loose. Indicating that you were far away.

For the last few weeks, it itched due to the incredible tautness, his palms fell clammy with each shortened length of the string. He could simply wait for you to come...maybe you might, maybe you won't.

But my oh my! You were killing him with the wait!

Chrollo ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath and before he could think...he was running in the direction of the string.

He ran and ran, a faint drizzle came that soaked his clothes wet and stuck his raven hair to his forehead.

He had been a coward for far too long now, he wasn't going to stop anymore.

He came to stop when he saw the string end, looking up he saw you crouched to a small box on the corner of the road.

You felt a tug on your side of the string and looked at the man.

"What took you so long?" he asked breathlessly due to all the running.

"Cat," you picked up the feline from the box and showed it to him.

"Huh?" Oh man, his poor heart, you were too cute!

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚

AU: you can see your soulmate's emotions through a ring on your finger. The colour changes to pink when you meet your soulmate

Blue. Your soulmate ring almost never changed its colour. When it did, it was for the worse only. For as long as you can remember, your ring had always been Blue, Dark Blue or Red.

Melancholy, Depression or Rage. You have never seen any positive colour on your soulmate ring. Your heart ached for him, for a person you had never met.

The ring was getting warm. He was close, your soulmate was close, but he could be anywhere! Your eyes searched frantically for him, this was your last chance to meet him.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. You sighed and sat exhausted on a bench, holding your head in your arms, you twiddled with the ring.

A blond boy was sitting next to you. On one hand, he had multiple silver rings while on another he had one singular--the colour of his ring hadn't changed too: orange, frustration.

You looked back at your ring. It was dark blue in colour. Your throat felt dry like a desert when you looked at it...you were looking forward to it.

Your dry throat soon let out a gasp when you saw the blue morph into pink. Your expression was returned by the blond boy next to you. His ring turning pink too.

Your lips trembled when you looked at him. Shocked by how such a frail body could be the temple of such heart-wrenching emotions.

His eyes were glossy as he looked at you, voice-cracking as he spoke, "Hi I am Kurapika -hmph!"

And before he could've completed his sentence, you embraced him in the tightest hug possible.

His heart was palpitating out of his chest and it took him a while to relax into the hug. That's right, you were his soulmate after all.

You were going to be there for him, making sure that he never felt those wretched emotions again.

A/N: mann I am so in love with Kurapika :,)

Tags: @akumicchi @jazzylove @futuristicallykawaiiturtle @kristaline2dmensimp @rintaroubby @nanaseishiro

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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[billie-rotten]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Featuring: Leorio Paladiknight. Kurapika. Feitan Portor.

Rated R: Intended only for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Contains: Winter themes. Cuddling. Whining and complaining. Fluff

Author's Note: All characters are written to be 21 years of age or older.

When he’s by himself, he usually just curls up with his work. 

Honestly. He curls up on the couch with his paperwork. 

But now that you’re in the picture, he feels like he has some sort of duty. 

When neither of you have anything going on, he might try to drag you outside to play in the snow. 

But after a snowman and maybe a snow angel, he complains that he’s freezing and gets you both back inside. 

He’ll make you both hot chocolate, and he’ll insist that you can’t wear normal clothes to be comfortable. 

Nope! You both need to be wearing pajamas. And who are you to argue?

He likes for you to lay your head on his lap while you’re both covered in soft blankets. 

He’ll put a movie on, and he’ll fall asleep almost every time, his fingers still tangled in your hair.

Alone, he really doesn’t do much. 

He likes to be lazy when it’s cold, though. If it’s up to him, he won’t even step outside when it snows. He’ll curl up with a good book and sit under a blanket all day.

With you around, things aren’t much different. 

He likes to bake on cold days, though.

Well, more like he likes to watch you bake. I don’t think this man can cook to save his life.

His warm drink of choice is a hot tea with a little honey and milk. 

He likes to read to you on cold days, cuddled up together with a sweet-smelling candle lit on the table next to you. 

Sometimes he likes to take naps with you, too. It just depends on how productive he has to be that day.

If it’s too cold, Feitan doesn’t even want to get out of bed.

And that means he doesn’t want you to get out of bed either. 

If you have no reason to get up, he will wrap himself around you tightly and make you stay next to him. 

If you do manage to pull him out of bed, he will walk around the house cocooned in a blanket. 

Because he demands to stay cozy, he will fall asleep just about anywhere in the house. 

His warm drink of choice is a black coffee. Sometimes he might add some milk, if the feeling strikes. 

Feitan is very whiny when it’s cold. And if you point out that he is being whiny, he just says, “I’m just being honest.”

He won’t admit that he likes it when you cuddle him until you move to get up. Then he whines that you’re leaving. 

[lightfeltmemories]

hello!! <333

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

your writing is AMAZINGGG AGHHHH

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

i'm already in love with ur blog🆘

sooo ummm im requesting for non-con w feitan🙏

anyways ily pls be healthy

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

BUNNY.

feitan x female!reader | nsfw

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

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

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

w; 4,227

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're too weak." he said.

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

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

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

no wonder they call you bunny..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the phantom troupe.

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

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

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

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

and it may possibly lead to his death.

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

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

or was it?

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

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

but it didn't work.

she was still defeated.

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

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

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

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

the one who killed him appears to be a samurai.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he wanted to drag this on further.

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

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

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

feitan goes on to untie the restraints.

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

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

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

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

"on your knees."

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

"remove your clothes."

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

this guy was menacing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"taste it." he commands her.

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

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

"not so bad, right?"

"i guess not." she responds.

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

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

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

after seeing her reaction, he had gotten an idea.

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

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

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

"that was 1, out of 10."

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

another smack, this time on her left check.

"2."

and another on her right.

"3."

and another, on her left.

"4."

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

but something else came out as well.

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

feitan watched as she, quite frankly, pissed herself.

and we didn't even get to number 5.

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

"what?"

"i said how old are you?"

"uh... 23?"

......

"i'll raise the number to 23."

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

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

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

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

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

on her right cheek.

"6..."

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

on her left cheek.

"7..."

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

on her right cheek.

"8..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

and he knew exactly what to do.

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

for now.

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

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

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

that he'll for sure break her.

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

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

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

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

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

and once he did, her reaction did not disappoint.

"f-fei!"

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

music to his ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"whats wrong?" he asks her.

she looks back up again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah, i guess we a-AH!"

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

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

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

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

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

"say it, my whole name.."

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

"please what?"

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

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

the sight itself makes him want to cum.

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

he wants to try something different.

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

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

she wasn't ready.

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

feitan shoots a glare at her, making her relax.

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

"relax." he tells her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and closer.

and closer.

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

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

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

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

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

that same blonde guy from earlier.

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

"she gave in pretty easily." feitan replied.

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

"no, actually." feitan replied.

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

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

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

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

she didn't know what she had in store.

[ofrolysdogs]

i hate you!

another feitan smut???? yay! this one is kind of an enemies to lovers with a special order of hatefucking, because who doesn't love it when two people who hate each other from infinity and beyond are secretly fucking without anyone's knowledge?

this contains; afab reader, hatefucking (main ingredient), deepthroating, public sex, backshots, violence??, you both almost get caught, spelling errors probably because I don't proofread ngl

words: 2.1k

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

you never liked feitan.

it was clear as a sunny afternoon during summer to the rest of the troupe and you and feitan had a rivalry that leaned into the enemy zone, from the small disagreements to the full blown screaming matches, he considered you annoying while you considered him insufferable.

but what the troupe doesn't know, is that the two of you have the roughest, nastiest, kinkiest, hate sex anyone could ever imagine, this started a few years ago, 5 months into being a spider, after a failed mission, feitan had blamed you for the failure while in return you said he got in your way of trying to kill off an enemy, you both were at the height of ripping each other's heads off until he pinned you on the floor and ravished your cunt from behind as he held your head down on the cold hard floor,, he told you it was to teach you a lesson, while it didn't necessarily work, god did that feel good.

every now and again your head would replay the scene where he would bite at your neck, drawing small amounts of blood, as he penetrated his long, girthy cock deep inside, stimulating your walls and abusing your cervix, while sometimes whispering how much of a nasty slut you are for allowing the man you claim you hate so much to dominate you, he grew great pride in how he practically humiliated you, and he knows how good he fucked you too, because you had the most powerful orgasm of your life, whenever you know you're in complete privacy, you masturbate to the thought, how he made you practically scream his name, how sorry you were for getting so out of line with him and how you'll never argue with him again, I mean yeah it completely bruised your ego, but god, it felt so hot for some reason... it took you a bit to realize you had a humiliation kink.

but anyways, ever since then, every now and again the two of you would go to private places on missions and secretly slut each other out, he'd call you all kinds of sluts, whores, bitches and all, and you loved every last moment, from the slaps on your pussy, to the end where you cum so hard your eyes roll back to the void.

you also enjoyed taking his cock down your throat, he'd call it a type of "cleansing" as he would wash your little potty mouth if he saw you getting a little too mouthy, so, he puts you in your place, like the good girl you are.

well, enough rambling, let's get into the present, shall we?

today's heist was going to be taking place in a monarchy country, the item of choice was going to be one of the rarest, most beautiful gemstones in the world, so beautiful rumor says people cry tears of joy looking at it for the first time because it reminds them of something nostalgic, honesty, you wanted the damn thing for yourself, maybe make it into a necklace or something?

as of late the troupe stayed in a luxurious hotel that's nearby the royal family's estate, from what you seen, the building was heavily guarded, but that's not a problem, 9 times out of ten they most likely aren't even nen users, so killing all of them would be a piece of cake, right now was nighttime so it was essential to get rest...

..................

"it's all your fault, (Y/N), we didn't get the treasure because you weren't fast enough to catch him."

the words that seeped from his mouth made your fists clench, you swiftly punched the wall nearby, though it made no hole, eyes landing on his small frame covered by his all black outfit, glaring daggers at the man who stood beside a large tree, though dark, you could still make out his features.

the mission ended in failure and another group of bandits managed to take the gemstone after a battle between the two, and damn were they strong.

"listen, if you're trying to get me riled up, now is not the time, you god damn midget."

feitan's brows drew forward, you can tell, he was glaring at you now. "watch your mouth, you know better than to speak to me like that."

you felt butterflies in your stomach when he said that, anger was clouding your thought though it still had room for arousal, you knew exactly what he meant when he said that, if the two of you kept this up, it could end in another hate fuck session.

"you were very close to getting him."

"YOU GOT IN MY GOD DAMN WAY!! JUST LIKE LAST TIME!! LEARN TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY!"

with quickness, your neck was now tightly held, so much so that you couldn't even breathe even just a little, his eyes, staring angrily into yours forcing you to look at him, almost growing hypnotized by his gaze....

"say another word, bitch."

letting out small whimpers, you could see that now, he showed genuine anger, not the anger clouded by the need to fuck you to oblivion, but the type where he would want to take your head off.

his grasp loosened until he released you completely, you took in the air as if you had just found out about it, you fall to the floor, legs completely giving up on you.

you couldn't even look up at him, you felt him stare down at your weakened form, hearing a small chuckle with it.

"(Y/N)....I would like you much better if you weren't so annoying.."

"and I would like you better if you weren't so damn insufferable..." you looked at him with half lidded eyes, hands in his pockets, a neutral expression.

"insufferable, hmm..?" he turns his back and walks a few steps away from you until he stops abruptly, his head turned back to look at you again, now sitting with your back against a tree behind you. "... if I really was truly insufferable... you wouldn't be screaming my name as I penetrate you..."

those words, you turn your head in embarrassment, a beat was forming between your legs, growing more and more so.

"...and if I really was truly annoying... you wouldn't be fucking me..."

feitan let out a huff and walked over to you, his crotch was close to your face just a tiny bit, but hidden away in his cloak was a growing erection.

as he stared down at you, trying to hide away the fact that it's all a front to get him to pound you, he imagined how you'd take his cock deep inside your throat, letting out muffled gags every now and then and those cute moans of yours, it's almost as if his hands came up with an answer for him, reaching for his pants to let himself out.

the tip of his cock touched the tip of your nose, you wasted no time grazing your tongue across, tasting his murky pre-cum, before taking him in whole.

feitan threw his head back, his eye closed, and his hand resting firmly on the back of your head lightly pushing you down further, it's been so long since the two of you got some action on, mainly because it's been months since the troupe got together again.

his cock was hitting the back of your throat making you gag a bit, choking, you pulled back, gasping in air as your hand jerks him off at a fast pace, your other hands fondled with his balls.

lifting his dick up, your tongue made contact with the base close to his balls, before taking them into your mouth, you had to be careful not to let your mouth close too tightly, your arm grew tired from all the jerking you were doing to him.

after a short while you take his balls out of your mouth and went back to deepthroating him, when his cock reached a certain part in your mouth he thrusted into you, catching you off guard and making you gag.

he was now face fucking you, holding both sides of your head firmly as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight, it was long enough for you to be able to tell that he was close to his climax especially by how fast he was going.

and after some time he finally came, he quickly pulled out his cock to spray his semen all over your face, leaving your tongue out, but he didn't care about that, he purposely reached for your hair.

you quickly came to realize that his cum was in your hair, you touched the front strands to feel liquid.

from the look in his eye he tried not to let out some type of laugh, seems as if he wanted to keep up the tension.

"why would you get cum in my hair?"

"why not?"

you rolled your eyes, before standing up to take off your bottoms and undergarments. "anyway, which position?"

"doggy."

you turned your back on him to get on your knees, looking at the ground to see that... it isn't that dirty, right? you stuck your ass in the air, leaving your moistened pussy out for him to see.

without a warning you felt his cock touch your entrance before sliding himself in, both of his hands rested on your sides, when the tip reached your cervix you let out a soft moan.

the softness didn't last long though, he started to pound himself into you at a rough and fast pace, making you let out a series of moans and yelps.

your ass bounced on his, as he thrusted himself into you, the sounds of skin to skin contact and your moans could be heard through the woods, as if you didn't care who caught you.

"oh my...... fucking god.... shit, your dick is so big...." you moaned out with each of his thrusts, before he tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling it back and using it as a makeshift leash as he lands a hard slap to your ass.

it hasn't even been a few minutes and you can already feel something coiling in you, as if you were already at the finish line.

until footsteps could be heard..

"(Y/N)? Feitan? where are you too?"

you could hear shizuku's voice in the distance.

"the boss told me and Shal to come look for you two, it's been almost half an hour!"

"shit..." you heard feitan say to himself before he quickly pulled out of you and adjusting himself, you got up as well and put on your underwear then your bottoms until you realize you still had cum on your face and hair..

"damnit, how am I gonna get this off?" you used the bottom of your shirt to wipe off the substance, all feitan really did was watch as you rubbed the semen he planted off of you, now it looked as if the two of you weren't fucking just now.

now shizuku was here, she was alone despite saying she brung shalnark with her, they must've split up..

"oh, there you two are, what have you been doing all this time?"

"out." you replied, pretending as if you were moaning like hell.

after that whole exchange, the troupe eventually formed again.

you all planned that within the next.... how many more months or years it'll take for the boss to call everyone back in, to steal something else.

everyone was gathering their things to head their separate ways, you walked out of the hotel building in order to take the train back to your home city, but you didn't notice that you had someone coming with you.

"you looked nice with my cum on your face."

you turned your head to see a certain short-ass standing unreasonably close to you, he looked up, now seeing his full face as he gave you a small smirk.

"oh shut up, you should've saw what you looked like when I had your dick down my throat, imagine if someone of the troupe saw you, they'd tease you for days."

your eyes landed on a man who stood from the opposite side of you, his eyes widened before he awkwardly walks away.

"you idiot, you should've kept your mouth shut."

"yeah like you didn't start it.."

but all in all, the two of you had some type of affinity for each other, maybe one day, everything would be better in the future.

[kazuwhora]

— 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

[itsnexhun]

Rush

//i may continue this as a slowburn fic with more chapters//

no trigger warnings, maybe just feitan being his own warning

Now you were definitely lost. You clutched the steering wheel and let out a loud grunt. The navigation gave up on you an hour ago. Unbeknownst to you how, the thing’s screen just went black with a slight buzz. Completely on its own. 

Okay, maybe you were partly at fault there. Mashing the buttons just to stop it from being frozen definitely did not help it. Well there might be more to the story – like for example, when you threw it on the backseat of your car. Maybe those anger management classes your therapist advised were not totally a bad idea. 

Though you wouldn’t have this problem in the first place if your junk of a car had a built in navigation. But it was hard to put the fault at the car, after all, it was everything you had. Everything you owed. You said you wanted to get away from your life – your family, overly toxic relationships, all that stress and expectations you struggled to meet. Travel god knows where without any idea or a plan. But somehow you could never travel without a destination set in your navigation. You found it hard to just start the engine and drive, to not think about what comes next. 

Noticing a traffic sign saying that a gas station is nearby on your way, you decided your next course of action. Again, you were choosing a destination, a goal, making a plan or schedule for you to go by. You blamed the absence of your spontaneity on your upbringing. It’s still hard for you to break the habit. But you can’t help but to listen to the logical part of your brain saying that you are at least going to need a map if not a whole new navigation. Besides, you were getting hungry. There’s no helping that.

Turning the direction indicators on you moved to the lane on your right ready to drive in the station. Feeling collision you harshly stepped on the brake almost throwing yourself through the front window. There definitely was something black and pale that just flew ahead of your car. It couldn’t have been a person right?  You weren’t going crazy just now right? You could swear that the speed it appeared, whatever it was, in front of your car was inhuman. Or were your reflexes just slowed down due to exhaustion? With your breathing picking up due to panic, you start to shake. You barely see anything through your watery eyes as you try to shakingly get out of the car. 

Whatever it was, you have to check. 

Holding onto your car for dear life you hurried in front to check. But there was nothing. No black piece of clothing, no blood, no person. You missed a few breaths as you hurriedly started checking your surroundings. There was nothing you could see that wasn’t already there before. The motorway you drove off. The somewhat bleak scenery. Cloudy weather with no sun soon in sight. As if it was just a fruit of your imagination. Delusion of your tired self. You decided that it’s probably for the better if you stay in the parking lot of the gas station for the night and try to get yourself together. 

You jumped as you heard the honking of a car that you accidentally blocked. Red in the face you hurried back and drove off to park your car. You weren’t exactly low on gas and now you were far too embarrassed to go tank your car among the people you just annoyed by your reckless behavior. Besides you need a second to actually catch your breath. 

Besides three other cars, the parking lot behind the station was almost deserted. Even though you should be happier about sleeping with less strangers around, it somewhat had an eerie undertone to it. You didn’t feel comfortable being this alone. 

Turning of the engine you slumped down your seat and let a deep breath out. No other cars behind you seem to have seen anything that you did. At least no one cared enough to point it out and alarm everyone about the situation. Maybe it really was just your own mind playing games with you. You didn’t feel like you have been awake for that long to be tired enough to see things. 

You heard quiet squeaking outside your car. Mice? No, it sounded like leather rubbing against the surface of the car. Hiding behind your seat, you searched your pockets. You kept a pocket knife on your person for all kinds of situation. Reaching in deeper, the only thing you could find were old receipts you forgot to trash away. No sign of your weapon. 

“Shit.”

Where was it? You shakingly started searching floor of your car. You couldn’t have lost it right? It was your only means of self-defense. Now you even hear footsteps closing in. That’s definitely a person. You turn the engine back on and whatever you heard seems to have fled. Turning it off again, you quickly get out of the car. 

But there was nothing. Nothing. No human being would be able to get away so fast. You checked under the car. There really was just nothing. Checking your pockets, you found your knife again. You were far too tired. It was probably just all in your mind.

Right?

You have to buy something to eat. You have been abusing your own health far too much. Walking to the station, your surroundings feel lot more peaceful. The cold air burning into your skin. Leaves rustling all around you. Cars rushing by. No more suspicious phenomena’s creeping up on you.

Still, you felt oddly unsafe. 

You kept your head low as you walked into the store. You did not want to see any of the angry people you blocked with your car earlier. 

“Sir, will you please stop unpacking that first aid kit before paying!”

From behind the shelves, you heard the young girl’s voice who you presumed work at the station. She was pulling onto a shorter person who seemed to not respond to her cries. You froze on the spot. That black fabric, that pale skin peeking from behind it. You recognized right away from the earlier car accident. 

It was no illusion. You actually ran someone over.

“I’ll pay for it.”

You definitely did not think anything through before saying that. But ultimately it was most likely your fault that this stranger was injured. Despite their strange behavior, you had to help.

“Thank god! I don’t know what my boss would have done if he knew I let someone steal something again…”

The girl almost fell into your arms crying. Though you thought that her manager probably would not mind if she let this one slide and helped to treat the injured. While she was telling you almost her whole life story, you examined the strange person before you. 

Upon closer look you noticed that he’s a guy with rather a short stature. He did not seem to pay attention to any of you two. His coat was wrinkled and torn, you could see some blood stains along the leather. Knee-high shoes were completely covered in dirt and something you did not dare to identify. Half of his face was  covered by a bandana with a skull motive. And the rest of his face… Well, you couldn’t really see as it was covered by his messy raven black hair.

He grabbed his coat and started to take it all off along with his shirt over his head. You saw the cashier freak out. And frankly, you were freaking out right now too. The more you looked at him, the more wounds and blood you saw. 

“Please! Stop!”

You grabbed his arm and he halted all his movement. A pair of cold angry eyes stared at you through the hair. You froze on the spot. Just a look made you realize how dangerous the man standing mere centimeters next to you is. It was too hard to look him in the eyes. It felt like he was skinning you alive, you rather averted your gaze.

“I’ll help you… But let’s not do this here. Let’s go somewhere more private. Like the bathrooms… Alright?” 

“Private?”

He turned completely to you and raised an eyebrow. You realized the kind of connotations your suggestion might have had. Redness coming onto your face, you kept telling yourself to calm down. This was a strange dangerous and injured man who you might have hit with your car. 

“Sure.” He suddenly complied tearing out of your grasp walking towards the bathrooms. Walking slowly, turning back making sure you were following him. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this choice later. Your stranger-danger alarm was going off violently in your head. 

His figure disappears within the men’s bathroom and as much as this situation makes you uncomfortable, you follow him inside. Sudden force pushes you to the wall and before you can even realize, his inhumanely sharp nails are threatening to slice your throat. 

You forget to breath. How does even breathing works at this point? Sincerely – you have no idea. Forced to look into his cold eyes, you almost feel like crying. They are beautiful in a terrifying way – colorless and bone chilling. 

“Your deal?”

It’s almost as if he doesn’t talk but hisses. You feel the nails digging into your skin painfully slow. He’s so close his hair almost touches your face and you can feel his quiet breathing.

“I’m so sorry I ran you over!” 

You blurt out and close your eyes preparing for the worst.

“I’ll do anything so please don’t kill me!”

Peeking behind your eyelashes, you test the waters. It almost seems like he’s laughing at you. Second after that you are released falling to his knees on the cold dirty bathroom tiles. You can breathe again. Your heart is beating as if you just ran a marathon. This felt too surreal. 

He steps back and starts shedding his clothes. If you couldn’t tell from his strength before, now you could see his muscular body. Due to his baggy attire it was rather hard to tell at first glance. Deep slashes and cuts were littered across his pale skin, some older some newer than others. You could see that he tried to patch himself up at most places and that even if he did a good job, there were some wounds on his back that he couldn’t reach or take care of well. This is where you can make yourself useful. You have some medical knowledge from the days back before you abandoned everything.

Picking up yourself from the floor you unpack the kit. You can feel his stare on your back. Thankfully he kept on his pants – you weren’t in that type of danger. He lifts himself up to sit on the row of sinks and leans back against the mirrors. If he weren’t so wary of you, you could swear he would pass out of exhaustion right before your eyes. For a moment he almost seemed vulnerable. 

“I thought you someone else.”

He explained in his broken way of speaking. You didn’t expect of him to give you an actual explanation, why he attacked you – till now you didn’t even think he saw you as a person. At first you were to him like a mouse or a little ant he could squash any minute. Now you were another human being. You start working on his injuries making sure not to touch him too much. Any move could possibly agitate him again and then it would be over for you. 

“Can I ask… If it wasn’t me who did these injuries – then who?”

It may have been a bold move to ask him that. 

“Dead people.”

You stop and look up to him. Looking into his eyes seems much more easier now. Maybe you are getting more comfortable with him – perhaps too comfortable for the situation. 

“Maybe… Maybe I’d rather not know.”

Under your fingertips you can feel his body vibrate from his laugh. Though it’s more like a screech than a laugh, it makes the corners of your lips lift up too. No matter how odd the situation may have seemed, you felt oddly at peace. The adrenaline that ran through your veins just a moment ago gave you a feeling of rush, perhaps the one you were searching for. 

You resume your work.

“Feitan.”

“Hm?”

“My name.”

Strange feelings of excitement overcome you and even though you know that giving your name to a stranger covered in blood is a dumb idea, you decide to do so anyway. You give him your name and seal the acquaintanceship between the two of you. 

“Nice to meet you, Feitan.”

[rotten-pomegranates-fics]

Yandere Feitan with a reader that likes that he tortures headanons

Warnings: torture, smut, reader gets turned on because he tortures people

𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎𖡎

If he has someone in his besmet he’s gonna torture after he first kidnaps you and he brings you down there to make you scared of him so you won’t try anything like escaping and he looks over only to see you with a dazed look rubbing your thighs together he’ll be shocked

He loves it, he spent his whole life feeling different and judged so when he finds someone who loves him for it he’s gonna be so in love in a way he never thought he could be

You’ll instantly get more privileges like cooking with a knife not getting chained to the bed at night, getting to roam around the house even when he’s not there and so on

He will start being a whole lot nicer to, bringing you little gifts, earrings a dress little box of chocolates just sweet little things like that

If you ask to join in on the torture he’ll let you but he won’t offer unless you bring it up first

If you get hot and bothered when he’s torturing someone and he notices your done for

He’s picking you up and bring you to his room so fast to fuck you all your wholes are gonna be ruined and you won’t be able to walk normally for days

But don’t worry he’ll still let you watch all the horrible things he does to people

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

[shiftingparadise]

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

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

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

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

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

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

Your voice… So soft, so innocent… 

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

“Water”. 

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

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

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

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

No. He didn’t want them to take you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--- 

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

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

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

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

“I’m lucky?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sheojo]

HxH, but it's also a Lovely Complex

( As I remember Feitan has a bad grammar. Like me, cause English is my third language C: )

[imavillainok]

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : chefronnx (instagram)

ー ♡꒱・feitan will def be like this to his s/o and his s/o 's reaction is just '?????????????'

cuz hello, how about the other men in the troupe. pls stop being so possessive fei 😭

[idvnortontrash]

🌸omg🌸

attention everyone🌸

it's happening! There's finally a Feitan x Psyche fanfiction! I swear it's worth reading it! I love Psyche's character even way before this was released.

Summary: 🌹Feitan and Psyche's journey began in Meteor City, a place where they had to fend for themselves. They were both lost souls looking for a sense of belonging, and they found it in the Phantom Troupe. Together, they grew stronger and faced many hardships, but they always had each other to rely on. Through their struggles and triumphs, their bond only grew stronger, and they became a force to be reckoned with. Follow their journey in our fanfic "Crimson Bound".🌹

It's available on Tumblr and Wattpad- written by: @imavillainok/@villain-apolo10

I will do the proofreading along @feitans.whore in the next chapters! 🫶🏻🌸

READ HERE ON TUMBLR

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Here, I present a fanart for the story🌹

[edmercer]

i made a feitan playlist because i have hyper-fixated on him and have no self control

don't roast the song choices or i'll cry