#feitanporter

[feitans-sweet-lover]

Nicknames they have for you:

Feitan: Doll and doll face. (for some reason I feel like he’d call his s/o ‘little flame’ and ‘my little sun’ in his native language. Darling if they’re someplace formal/undercover or more as a snide/sarcastic nickname to show whose in charge. Brat if they’re being a tease or he’s teasing them. I could also see him saying my pretty little play thing 🤣).

Chrollo: Mi amore, love, dear, darling, sweetheart, my queen/muse/heart/treasure/one and only (very formal and classic names. He might also just look at you and call you irreplaceable)

Phinks: Babe and sweet cheeks

Machi: Just uses your name. (Baby once in a blue moon in private).

Killua: cheeks and babe. (My little light and baby only in private or if one of you is hurt, sick or upset).

Nicknames you have for them:

Feitan: Fei, Killer Queen, hot tamale, love, hunny bun, demon spawn, skull face (honestly I think he gets the worst nicknames given bc his s/o can get away with it). The most common ones they use are love, Fei and Killer Queen.

Chrollo: Lover boy, love and amore. (I feel like Chrollo has a personal hatred for the nickname Babe & Bae because of how casual it sounds. He likes very formal sounding ones but prefers just his name when around others).

Phinks: Babe (sometimes they teasingly call him Mr. Macho).

Machi: Pink cheeks, my little needle, babe (she hates being called baby, it makes her feel less dominant).

Killua: Sparky, sweets, love, babe, baby cakes, kitten, kit kat (if they’re older than Killua I can totally see them calling him hun/honey or baby). The most used ones are definitely Sparky, Kit Kat and Babe.

As always, thank you and lmk if you want thoughts on something or request something!

[peskyfirefly]

potato

po. tay. toes. boil 'em mash 'em stick 'em in a stew

when are we marathoning lotr together queen

[shinixgami]

I'm so sorry I missed your birthday Nada! I hope you had a lovely day 🫶🩷

Thank youuu sweetie 🩷🩷🩷

[apparently-artless]

●◉✦ HUNTER X HUNTER (2011) S03 ✧ CHROLLO LUCILFER ✦◉●

dedicated to Adrienne (@feitanporter)

[koushuwu]

𝐒𝐮𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮 ↳ for @feitanporter | happy holidays, adrienne ♡

Someone on a screen asked me a question. Something about what love means to me. Maybe it's just circumstance. Or general compatibility. So here's to you. The most beautiful thing that I have never seen.

holiday special masterpost

[lovelucilfer]

my beloved bestie in sin, @feitanporter dedicated a beautiful set of gifs to me. so in return, and after many a conversation about chrollo and his perfect nose, I have this to offer. part two to this post. and happy birthday to the king of thieves himself. 🕷🖤

In the bedroom Chrollo chuckles at the sight of your back turned to him, and is quick to close the distance. At the foot of the bed he smooths his palms over the skin of your bare arms, crossed in front of you, coaxing you to face him. The frown you wear is fake, wavering. You’re not nearly as good an actor as he is, and your body temperature is giving you away.

“You didn’t like it?” he teases, hooking a pale finger under your chin to make you look at him. He leans in then, until his lips are a hairsbreadth from your own, “I think the state of your panties is going to tell me otherwise.”

He watches with rapt attention and mirth, the way that you react to his words. Your body succumbing to lust, betraying the frustration you feel toward him at his calculated antics. How easy it is for him to put you in such a state of arousal. Fewer things in his life give Chrollo more satisfaction than to play with you like this. He’s thought often that your sweet desperation and unadulterated need for him are better than the spoils of any heist.

He can tell how needy you are by the way you fist the loose fabric of his sweatshirt to pull him nearer, providing him your thorough review of his little display from earlier with a deep kiss. You moan into his mouth and Chrollo thinks you must taste the sweetness of the citrus still lingering on his tongue. The sound of it goes straight to his cock. Though he's much more concerned with getting to taste you before doing anything else.

Chrollo guides you slowly until the backs of your legs knock against the mattress, urging you to sit at its edge as he continues to lick into your mouth with affection. The tips of his fingers flirt with the waistband of your sleep shorts before expertly hooking themselves into the satin, leaving your tank top and panties in place. With a helpful lift of your hips, being the ever careful and attentive lover that he is, he slides them down and off. He has half a mind to bring the piece of discarded clothing to his nose, but decides against it remembering he can go straight to the source. Sinking to the floor in front of you then, he rests his hands gingerly on both your knees. The authority in his stare makes you press your thighs together with heavy want and anticipation. He doesn’t miss it.

“Open them for me, sweetheart. Let me see.”

Calm and as patient as ever he squeezes gently. The encouraging touch prompting you to shift your weight back onto your elbows as you part your legs for him. Chrollo almost sighs at the sight, his mouth watering. You’re visibly wet. The thin, flimsy material of your underwear turned translucent where it sticks to you obscenely. Feeling the heat of his own arousal start to creep up his neck, he makes quick work of removing his sweatshirt, and moves to hold you open by the backs of your knees. You feel the hum of his approval as he kisses at the skin on the inside of your ankle, and then again at your thighs. The intimacy of the small action makes you swoon as your eyes follow his movements.

He can feel his blood run hot in his veins, rushing to his groin where he grows harder and harder in his slacks by the second the longer he looks at you laid out before him like this. Typically he is a man of quiet composure. But not with you. Not when he is mere inches away from your perfect pussy that’s soaked just for him. Not when you’re as intoxicating as you are. 

He pauses then, his gaze locking with yours for what comes next. Pressing his lips to the intricate lace, Chrollo kisses you over your panties before skillfully taking them off. Tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you still, he watches intently when you inhale a shaky breath before he lowers his mouth to you again. 

Chrollo’s tongue is warm and relentless. He knows where you’re weak. In all the time the two of you occupy each other’s company he spends a good amount of it keenly observing you, and the way that you observe him in return. It amuses him to know all the subtle ways that he can make you tick, to be acutely aware of the effect he has on you. Especially now as he watches you writhe on the edge of the bed while he eats you like a man starved. He can’t help but to smirk into the wet mess you make for him.

The lewd sounds of his mouth on your cunt cause your face and ears to burn with embarrassment, but the pleasure building in your core is wound tight. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him. Chrollo slurps at you greedily, the only way he knows how. He licks into you with a stripe from bottom to top, gathering everything you have to offer him at the tip of his tongue before spitting at your clit and watching it drip. When he pulls back to steal an indulgent glimpse of your fucked out expression, strings of saliva from his lips stay connected to you while his inky hair falls in front of his face. Reflexively you weave your fingers into it, bringing the beautiful cross tattoo adorning his forehead into view. You tug and a low moan slips from his lips. 

Eyes fixated on you, Chrollo suctions his mouth back to your pretty pussy. The rapid rise and fall of your flushed chest is not lost on him. He takes care to purposefully brush his nose against your sensitive clit, revelling in the way that you immediately squirm in response to the stimulation. The pointed tip of it is perfectly positioned as he lets his tongue swirl and delve lazily into your cunt. Your sweet sounds and broken cries of his name make his cock twitch and leak in his pants. Chrollo wants nothing more than to make your legs shake around his head.

You’re so close now, pending orgasm burning white hot in the pit of your stomach. He knows this all too well and works artfully, repeatedly pressing his beautiful nose to your clit like the future of the troupe depends on it. He’s dead set on making you cum, and all at once it’s too much. Because you are,

“C-cumming! -I’m cumming!” is a breathless, barely audible stutter on your lips.

The heat of it seemingly spiders across your body from the center out. Your back arching from the bed, hips rocking forward as both hands intertwine with Chrollo’s hair to desperately push his moaning mouth further into you, thighs trembling as you try not to close them too tightly. He has often entertained the thought of death and pondered all the ways in which he might meet it. But Chrollo is certain, if he were to die in this moment, suffocated face first in your pussy, he’d go happily. It would be more than worth it for the absolute glow that radiates from you when you finally release him from between your legs.

He can’t help but to smirk as he lets the expanse of his hands splay themselves over your still shaking thighs to soothe you. You’re staring at the ceiling, a layer of sweat glistening over your skin, panting from the orgasm he’s given you, and Chrollo thinks you’ve never looked prettier. He’s smug when he rises to his feet, expectant when you meet his unwavering, adoring gaze. An airy laugh leaves you as you roll your eyes at the dangerous man that you love in defeat. You know you have to answer him,

“I did like it.” 

The wicked smile he wears is coated in your slick, smeared cheek to cheek from loving you so well. Gentle as ever, Chrollo motions for you to shuffle back on the bed. He bends to take your hands in his own, bringing one of them up to his lips to press them to the soft skin of your wrist before interlocking your fingers and pinning them down. You find yourself craning your neck upward, mouth chasing his, needing to taste yourself on him. Pulling apart, his eyes rake over you, still hungry and dark,

 “I knew that you would, sweetheart.”

When Chrollo slots himself between your legs once more, hearing the surprised moan you give at the feeling of his still hard cock pressing into your thigh, he throbs in the confines of his slacks and makes a mental note to himself to be sure to buy more clementines.

[userfrieren]

petra-rals -> userfrieren

i figured it might be time for a change, and I love frieren so why not this username.

still tracking #tuserashes

tagging some mutuals under cut 🤍

@ashiromina @apparently-artless @ayaraki @difanghua @eiichiro @feitanporter @gojosattoru @hayakaws @himawaari @kolomo @mudanonaito @okkottsus @shizukais @tatakaeeren @sattosugu @yuujies

[fireplceashes]

rules: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people. thank you for the tag abby (@moonriseblueeyes), I've missed you!

1. april to death by flower face

2. hardest of hearts by florence and the machine

3. häitä ja hautajaisia by antti tuisku

4. poison tree by grouper

5. rakas by haloo helsinki!

tagging: @ice-sculptures @shadowsofrose @emblazons @ronandreams @binatalia @erenmikasa @qifrei @bethesdas @hellshee @feitanporter or anyone else who wants to (no pressure!)

[fushiguro]

hi hi 💐 as I’m new to jjk fandom (currently between state of regret for starting it cause my heart can’t take it and state of complete obsession over the series in general) can you pls recommend some of your favorite blogs? yours is 😍😍

the love/hate relationship with jjk is honestly a mood and thank you so much <333333

some of my favorite blogs with gorgeous edits are @gojuo @hayakaws @sattosugu @yuujies @usernanami @ttoya @feitanporter @gojosattoru @taohs !!!

[feitans-sweet-lover]

Would Feitan Ever Leave The Troupe?

Overall I think no, but there are always exceptions aren’t there? I think there would be two he definitely would though.

1. If his partner got murdered or he had to murder them (more likely because of the latter). Depending on how it goes down he would stop altogether or go on a more reckless killing spree.

2. Something breaks him. This is what I think it would be (set a few years after the current arc)

Imagine Feitan has a little girl. Cute, quiet, innocent with big eyes. The perfect mix between his s/o and him. Every time he looks at her he feels undeserving to be her parent. He tries to avoid her at times because of the way she always seems to want him. Want his approval, to babble nonsense and talk about how to get away with murder (I mean common, it’s his daughter 😂). She looks at him like he’s her hero but he's a monster. He knows this. She knows what he is. Who he is. Yet that has never changed her opinion if anything making her more fascinated with him. (He’d probably think something along the lines of ‘Just like her mother, terrible taste in people’)

It would be a random mission. It's not supposed to be anything big. They just needed information. Phinks already has them in the room they think Feitan would prefer. He never knows who he has to torture on missions like this. However, when Feitan walked in he didn't expect this. A little girl his daughter's age, same mannerism, same bright eyes, similar appearance. Similar everything. It was as if she was copied and placed in his torture chambers. It was unnerving.

He tried. He truly did. It never bothered him before. Age, gender, power, etc. He hadn't cared before. He could do it all without a second hesitation. He could feel the frustration seeping in. The little girl was insightful, she told him she was dying and her father was a bad man who hurt people too. She smiled sweetly up at him reassuring him she didn’t hate him, that she understood why he had to do this. She always knew this would happen—it wasn’t a big deal.

At that moment Feitan could feel the crack. He recognized this in his daughter too. Her ability to smile through it all. Knowing who he was and that if anyone found out about their ties she would most likely be tortured and murdered in the worst ways. Yet her refusal to hate him, to still want to be around him, running up to him every time he went home asking what he brought her this time while begging him to play swords with her (‘little brat thinks she’s owed a good life ’). Too curious for her good and not afraid to ask him anything, to run to him for protection and safety. That he was home to not just his s/o but his child that couldn’t defend herself just yet but sure as hell had the spitfire to get there.

The way the little girl told him exactly what he wanted to know on the promise he’d read her favorite book to his daughter. That he’d play her favorite game with her and let her die with “Mr. snuggles” ( an ugly little yellow bear) in her arms. Honestly, he’s not positive what broke. Maybe it was his heart. Maybe his inhumanity.

Either way, Feitan wasn’t the same. Maybe he messed up and let her go. Maybe he killed her. It honestly doesn’t matter. Feitan would never be the same. He would never find the same joy once held in torture and killing as he once did. Something just dissatisfied him and made him uninterested in it. He couldn’t put his finger on the exact emotion but he couldn’t do this anymore.

He saw his daughter in his chair, life in his hands and he broke. He flatly laughed, how ridiculous is this twist of fate. From having nothing to having something he never wanted to be taken away in the ways he’s taken so many.

He didn’t have the heart for it anymore, he knew he couldn’t do this job anymore. One little misstep would cause the others their lives and he wasn’t willing to do a job he knew he wasn’t suited for. It was always a tell. One misstep would lead to another one and another, skills slipping, mistakes left and right, tracks left undone, a mess that would only lead to death (the troupe, his s/o, his daughter, maybe all). He hated messy. He hated not doing something right. He hated that in less than a day his whole ideology had fallen apart. Yet that was the path he was forced to face.

Wordlessly he walked back to the spiders.

“Quite”. Was the only word he said dropping his knives in front of Chrollo.

Chrollo confused accepted his resignation without question. An understanding smile creeped on his lips. The others were pissed. Hurt. Confused. Yelling profanities and threats ensued. Spiders demanding an explanation they’d never get.

He turned around walking out. “Where will you go!” Phinks yelled, slamming a fist into the wall.

Stopping slightly Feitan looked back and for once the troupe could see a hint of a smile. A true genuine smile, “home.”

That was the last time they saw Feitan.

Feitan would never be the same but maybe, just maybe, he was ok with that.

[peskyfirefly]

🍞

is this lembas bread for me? 🥺👉👈 *gives u half of it* friends eat together!! I'll make soup and then we can dip it in :D

hope ur doing well lovely ❤️❤️❤️

[ofalltheginjoints]

rules to play: decorate the tree of the post you were tagged in, then create your own tree. next, make a post to share your tree, and tag others to spread the holiday cheer! ❤️

tagged by @iero & @useremo 🥰 tyyy lovelies

tagging @dilsdoes @scarcrosseduntouched @omegalomania @houseofwolvesv2 @heartbreakfeelsogood @mickmilks @inkfowl @nerdangels @stargyles @feitanporter and anyone else reading this :)

[koushuwu]

it’s the festive season. it’s time for joy, love, and presents! so let’s open up the gift bag and see what’s in store.

i’ve met and connected with a lot of wonderful people through tumblr, that i would love to show my appreciation for somehow. therefore i decided to make gifts for as many of these lovely people as possible. originally i started with the lovely people of the house of daiya server, but since expanded to embrace as many of these special people as time would allow.

to keep it short:

for each person i’ve made a little gift in the form of gifs/mangacaps/the likes.

each gift is based of a favorite character. for the HOD members, i picked based on the favorites stated in your introduction, while also trying to avoid duplicates. for the rest, i went by memory or simply asked.

each gift has a little piece of lyrics attached, which either reminds me of you, the way i picture the way you love, or “simply just” serves as me, wanting to show you my love and affection for you, the friends i’ve made along the way.

the gifts will be posted over three days leading up to christmas eve, as there are quite a few, and i don't want to clog the dash too much.

now, let’s dive into the gift bag!

gift list (links and specifics will be added as they're posted):

» furuya satoru for @chibishae34 » gojo satoru for @ushiwhacka » harada masatoshi for @tyga-lily » hongou masamune for @prettyiwa » isashiki jun for @poursomesunaonme » kominato haruichi for @miyukiissofine » kuramochi youichi for @icythot-bakubitch » midoriya izuku for @vampgloss » miyuki kazuya for @ceenthesis » miyuki kazuya for @rorronoa » noé archiviste for @mx-sinisters » sanada shunpei for @giogama08 » sawamura eijun for @apparently-artless » suehiro tetchou for @feitanporter » takigawa chris yuu for @heroesfan101 » todoroki raichi for @haikyooot » tsukishima kei for @peskyfirefly » yuki masashi for @auslanderka » yuki tetsuya for @no1frogfan

[sshirakumo]

hiii my dear sweet wonderful bestie @feitanporter and i made a source blog for hell’s paradise called @fyeahjigokuraku ! we felt that the animanga needs more love overall and if you agree you can give us a follow 🫶

[userfrieren]

i was tagged by the lovely art (@apparently-artless) thanks dear ♡

alias/name: Jenna or Jen birthday: 17.06 zodiac: gemini height: 165cm or 5'4 feet hobbies: playing video games, making gifs favourite colour: faded green, burgundy favourite book: it's been a while since i've read something i really like so i don't really know last song: a song from evermore (can't remember which since i was listening to the album) last movie/show: workin' moms recent read: does fanfic count?? haha just joking, it was the snk manga inspiration: i don't really have one :( story behind url: i wanted a url without having to spell something wrong so i picked this! i also just liked her alot <3 fun fact: i have two cats <3

and for the colour palette, i like it! the soft colours with the dark is an interesting combo

tagging (no pressure!): @feitanporter, @kimdokjas, @himawaari, @hayakaws, @ashiromina, @okkottsus, @gojosattoru, @shizukais, @sugaaz, @sattosugu