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GENERAL

Your fav as your roommate NSFW

ATTACK ON TITAN

LEVI ACKERMAN

Levi + dirty talk NSFW

MIKASA ACKERMAN

Mikasa headcanons SFW

HUNTER X HUNTER

HXH men and their sizes NSFW How HXH men edge reader NSFW

FEITAN

Object of affection NSFW Woof NSFW Changes NSFW Feitan Headcanons NSFW CHROLLO

Boyfriend!Chrollo X Reader SFW

JUJUTSU KAISEN MAHITO

Yandere!Mahito X Kidnapped!Reader NSFW

Yandere!Mahito X F!Reader NSFW

Mahito is definitely the type of yandere to be very scary, but, for some reason, he’s just so sickly sweet to his darling. He never yells or intentionally hurts his darling if he really loves them. He’s a curse, a powerful one, he knows this. And you’re a human. Not even a sorcerer. Just a regular human, so he knows to be gentle. He doesn’t want to break his favorite thing after all.

If you do something that he explicitly tells you not to do, or you try to escape, he will let you know that he isn’t pleased. He definitely isn’t beyond transfiguring your legs and rendering them useless. He won’t do it right away, but you’ll be able to tell how serious he is by the stone blank look on his face. All cheeriness and playfulness in him gone, and replaced with oozing aura. You’re afraid beyond belief. You’ve seen what he’s done to others. You know he can do it to you too. And you aren’t beyond begging for your life either.

And your sweet, sweet begging is like music to Mahitos ears. The corners of his lips will tug up, curling into a smile that isn’t so kind. He taps your nose sweetly and says, “You better behave!”

His favorite threat is telling you that he’ll turn you into a flesh light. He doesn’t know why it makes you so squeamish. But he likes that it does. He’d never really do it, no.

Mahito loves having sex with you. Sex is the closest you are to someone’s soul, after all. He wants to do it all the time. It’s almost a twice daily occurrence. Sometimes you’ll wake up with his cum gushing out, completely unaware of any prior events. Sometimes he does that to you. Makes you sleep right through it.

Mahito thought he wouldn’t find much care in making you cum, only reaching his high, but oh was he wrong. When you’re cumming around him, it tickles him pink. Like your soul is radiating onto him, even when you don’t want it to. It’s this warm, golden feeling. It washes over him and it’s like he’s really inside you. He likes it. He loves it. He needs it.

Mahito is always in control. Of course I’m sure this doesn’t come as a surprise. He’s powerful, and he likes to feel that way too. Overtaking you, bending you to his will. There’s something about it that gets him going in his own sick twisted, perverted way. He gets off on telling you to do something and having you do it, out of fear of your life, of what he’ll do to you if you don’t.

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Nanami was a collected man. He worked an office job, and through amazing work ethic and labor, he managed to find himself in a well paying position, the raise that came with the promotion was more than he initially thought. He was great with communication, handling clients, leading a team. Nothing ever really distracted him from work, until...

Until the new intern showed up. You. A pretty young thing. Fresh out of college, and into the work force. You were an intern, being one of Nanami's primary assistant, since his last one had put her two weeks in. They had her train you before her final days.

Your little cubicle was just outside of his office, the tall clear doors. The rest of the team placed not too far from his office.

Your little tight skirts and one button too unbuttoned blouses had his cock aching, just wondering what it was like to just slip inside you. Once he had accidentally knocked a pen off his desk, and you bend down without a thought to retrieve it, exposing just a peek of your cute little pink underwear underneath your pencil skirt. He furrows his brows as he turns away from the heavenly sight before you catch him undressing you with his eyes. He seemed to grow more clumsy around you, knocking things off by accident.

Nanami considers himself a disciplined man, but the first time he sees your cute little face smiling at him through your lashes as he gives you a tour of the building, it's like all professional barriers he had put between you and him in his head just collapsed.

You had him fisting his cock at night thinking of you. This was now nearly a daily occurrence. He'd imagine you on top of him pushing his huge cock into your tiny cunt. Or your mouth swirling over his tip. Fucking you into a mating press. Endless scenarios played in his head for months, but he knew nothing would compare to the real thing.

A huge project deadline was coming up. He knew he'd be working overtime. There were nights like this, where he'd be in late until the AM's, getting the last few things finished before the next function.

The office had cleared out for the day, it was past 6:30, leaving Nanami sighing in his office chair, leaning back as he sighed. The lights were all off with the exception of the warm lamp in his office. The huge windows that made up his wall showed the view of the night city sky. More money means more responsibility, which means more late nights. He notices that someone had left their computer not fully shut off, and he groans in annoyance.

He gets up, opening his office door making his way to the computer left on. He's leaned against the table, squinting his eyes as he maneuvers the mouse to the shut down button. The small chime of the shut down goes off.

Just as he turns around, you turn the corner and bump right into him, water splashing onto the both of you.

"Ack-! I-I'm sorry sir!" You say scrambling for the paper cup and papers in your hands.

Nanami is startled for a moment, wondering why you're the only one left. "You haven't gone home yet?" He asks, gently using his arm to give you balance. "N-No sir," You say straightening your full hands. "You haven't gone home yet."

It's dark, but Nanami can see the huge water stain on your button up, leaving it completely see through to him. He's trying to not notice, but it's making his dick half hard. He can see your light colored bra, and of course, you've got one button that just breaches the line between corporate dress code to too casual, unbuttoned. It seems that you don't even realize how exposed you actually are.

"I was just finishing out the rest of my tasks in the copy room, and I was bringing this water for you." You say embarrassed that you've now made not just a mess of yourself, but the freshly copied papers you'd now have to reprint.

"Oh," He says leaning casually behind the cubicle wall, hardly enough to notice, but enough to somewhat hide his growing hard cock that might as well be springing out of his pants. "Well, you're free to go as soon as it hits 5. People usually completely clear out of here by 6:30." He's clenching his jaw trying to avert his gaze.

You smile, "Yeah, well, maybe you should too. It's late and you don't look so well. You should get some rest?"

"Yeah, I think that might be best for us both." He says with a sigh. He feels so much pressure in his body, he's afraid he'll burst right in front of you.

"See you tomorrow then," You say smiling as you turn to make your leave.

"Be safe," Nanami says as he watches your back until you exit the room.

He lets out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding. His cock is throbbing in his pants, and he can't help but palm himself over his slacks. He needs to get home, shower, fist his cock thinking of your soaked chest, and sleep.

And that's exactly what he does.

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Levi who doesn't say much while he's fucking you until he's close

And he's nasty with what he says, but he really doesn't even realize it.

When he's less coordinated, fucking you with more carnal desire than intentionality.

Stop running from it, or Taking me in, you're so slutty-

He loves seeing your face in missionary but

Hitting it from the back gets you going in all the right spots,

He loves gripping the plush of your hips or ass to pull you onto him,

Don't try running from it, he's the type to pull you back harshly, bottoming out when he does, leaving you both breathless

Move your hand, don't be shy now.

Wants to hear you moaning

I can't hear you, be louder

Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you

You get so stupid for my cock, huh?

You're so cute, bent over for me like that.

I don't know what you expect from me, when you're looking like that.

pretty, pretty girl,

The closer he is, the dirtier he gets tbh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck,

I'm not done yet,

Listen to how wet you are for me

I'm going to fuck you until you can't use these legs anymore

I just want to ruin you

Fuck, you're so tight

You can't fuck anyone else but me, 'kay?

Loves spanking your ass with his calloused hand

When you're in missionary, he loves gripping you by the jaw and making you look at him. Your face so pink and fucked out. So, so cute- He'll think to himself, only fucking into you harder.

Grips you, holds you closely, or tries removing as much space as he can from you both.

Cums in you only. Mouth or inside.

Levi can probably only go one round, but one, really long drawn out round.

You're too tired to get up afterwards

He's just as spent, plopping besides you

Your boyfriend was... a mysterious guy. He was charming, angelic, a true gentleman. But, you had no idea what most of his personal life entailed, like his family, his job, among other things. You'd only been dating a few months, so, you didn't expect him to open up about things right away.

Chrollo had decided to take you to your favorite place to eat. Just something for brunch.

The waitress had seemed a bit flirty and shy around taking you guy's order. Chrollo was a handsome man, and you think he knew it. This wasn't something new, women have always approached him, but of course, he waves it off politely.

You look down into your drink, swirling your straw between ice cubes.

"What's on your mind, my sweet little angel?" He says the last bit in such a teasing way.

You slouch into your chair, looking to the side. "Um- Nothing, just hungry I guess..." You just sometimes felt a bit jealous that your boyfriend got so much attention, even if you were sitting right there with him.

"Okay, just checking on you." He says propping his arm up to rest his chin. He doesn't press further, though he has a sneaking suspicion of what might be bothering you. His smile is just so gentle and sweet, as he takes your beauty in.

Chrollo was a confident man, he seemed to be a natural born leader, guiding you around places. He opened doors, brought flowers every time you met up, always paid for things, showered you with small things you enjoyed, sent foods and flowers to your place of work if he could not bring them directly.

You were more reserved, younger than him by a few years, less experienced in life than him. You tend to stay close to yourself, sometimes not as sure as Chrollo can be.

He could have anyone he wanted, and he had you.

It made you feel special. At first, you were hesitant, but after a while, you'd come to be more secure in the fact that Chrollo liked you, really liked you. He takes things slow with you, never rushing you.

You're snapped out of your thoughts as your food is brought to the table you both shared.

"Your food looks better than mine," He smiles at you. "You always have good taste." He says with that sweet look. You smile shyly. "Thanks..." You say.

"What's wrong my love?" He asks "I said nothing's wrong..." You pick at your food.

He reaches for you hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You look so pretty in your little outfit today.

"Alright, Y/N."

The brunch was good. It was a quieter date. "Can I do anything else for you guys today?" your server asks, drawing out her words. "Desserts?"

Chrollo looks at you for your response. "Uhm- No thanks." You say. Chrollo turns to the waiter with the loveliest smile. "My wife will take your chocolate slice to go."

The word wife sends electricity up your back.

"You got it. Anything else?" "No thanks." Chrollo stirs his water with his straw. "Now you'll have something sweet for later." You're looking at him with slight shock, and a flushed face. Chrollo laughs gently, asking why you look the way you do right now. You whisper exclaim, "Y-you just called me your wife to that server!"

"Well, you'll be my wife someday." He says as he drinks his water. "I date to marry." He says.

This only runs more blood to your face. "I-You- Okay..." You say.

He pays, of course. Leaving with your togo box, you both exit the restaurant. "I had fun," Chrollo says as he opens the door to his car for you. "Me too." You say in a better mood now that you're out of the restaurant. You're about to sit inside when he says your name.

"Y/N," You turn to face him. "Yes-"

He's holding your face in place gently, as he plants a kiss on your mouth, deep and passionate, but nothing inappropriate.

Your shoulders jump up as you pull back, "H-Hey!" You say stumbling back a bit. "I can't kiss my future wife?" He teases you, confing you between him and the car door. "You-" You're not sure what to say, butterflies swarming your stomach. "You just took me by surprise... that's all." You say with pink cheeks.

Hisoka: He’s relentless tbh. He loves seeing you write and squirm. I see him edging reader by eating reader out from the back. Hisoka is nasty, he wants it all. He grips you by the hips so you’re unable to move, squirming is useless, his tongue rolls over your clit with slight pressure, not enough for you to cum, but enough for you to have a consistent burn in your stomach. Hisoka will also for sure use toys on you. Anything. Vibrators, butt plugs, gags. I don’t see him too big on things like floggers or whips because he’d rather use his hands. He wants to feel you. He definitely dirty talks. You like that? I don’t know if you deserve to cum. (He fr might not let you!) I didn’t know you were so slutty <3~

Illumi: I honestly don’t see Illumi as the type to edge reader tbh, I don’t think it’s really his style, but if he were to, it wouldn’t be something he does very often. I feel like he’d probably edge reader by not putting it in all the way. Especially is reader is mewing, begging for it, tears prickling the corner of their eyes. He’s drag his cock slowly half way in, and then out. Sometimes he might just put the tip in, swirling it around your puffy clit. He’s big, and it’s heavy, so you really feel it when he’s tapping his cock right onto you. Ik this is technically not edging but I think this is the closest you’d get with Illumi <3 Illumi probably does not use toys. But he does prefer when reader is dressed in flowy, cute lingerie! He loves the aesthetics. He would let reader cum if they're good!

Chrollo: I see Chrollo as a real gentleman type with reader. He’s such an angelic guy, and it’s something you wouldn’t expect from him. He’s pretty tame with you at first, but the more you guys have sex together, he shows you a bit more of his aggressive side, especially if youve pushed his buttons enough. He’ll just look at you with a smile, no hint of annoyance or anger anywhere on his face. But trust, you’re not getting off the hook right away. Chrollo is okay about using toys, but probably only if you ask him to incorporate it. Chrollo would edge you by fucking you hard and fast, and once he feels the way your body stills, ready to cum, he stops. You’d whine out in frustration, and try to grind down, any friction you could get, but of course, he doesn’t let you. He presses the bottom of your stomach, can you feel me right here? He’d edge you for what feels like eternity, fucking into you fast and needy, and then suddenly stopping to grind into you. Chrollo will always let you cum <3 Feitan (NON-CON/DUB-CON): Feitan does not use toys. He doesn't care too much about it tbh. I think the absolute most he would do is ropes or handcuffs, but still, nothing crazy. He doesn't even use the ropes for intricate knots on you, just practical. He WILL edge reader for sure, but only when he gets more confident in what he knows pleases you. He's embarrassed at first, but he doesn't let you know that. He wants to feel masculine around you, and the only way that can really happen for him, is when you're afraid, tip toeing around him. He wants you to know better. He definitely doesn't edge reader unless he feels like you're being bad. He'd take you ass up, face down shoving himself inside, his balls clapping against your clit with every thrust into you, driving you further into the mattress. The feeling of release from the consistent pressure on your clit is what Feitan knows is driving you over the edge. So he takes it away, aiming for a more slow pace (The only time he's slow) to snatch your high away from you <3. He might let you cum, if he feels like it.

Kurapika: I see Kurapika edging reader slow, and sensual. It's romantic, really. He doesn't push you too far, but just enough to have you tired and practically begging for your release. Sometimes he doesn't even care about his own release. Lowkey I think he would be a munch and he'd edge you this way too. He would use toys, but probably only if you ask him. He definitely comes around to really liking it when he uses a little bullet vibrator on your clit for the first time. Kurapika always let's you cum, and he don't even want nothing in return. (But you'll give it to him anyways.)

You were the type to wear baggy clothes 24/7. It’s not that you didn’t care about what you wore, because you would sometimes still try to dress cool.

It was cold where you lived. So you often needed to bundle up. The apartment you lived in wasn’t exactly nice. The heat was shitty.

You had a roommate. But you and him never really interacted much beyond catching each other between work days. Even then, you were hardly home on days off.

He and you did not get along at first. Lots of bickering because he was very… particular. It also unfortunately paired with a standoffish, stick in the mud, annoyed-24/7, snappy personality, is how you put it. You weren’t one to let anyone talk to you any way, so of course you bickered right back, matching his energy.

Eventually you both quit doing that as often when you both started working different hours. Even when you did talk for a second about bills or whatever, you both were monotone, acting as if it was such an inconvenience to be talking to the other right now.

That’s how it was for a while.

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You were a person who wore baggy clothes. You liked it. You were typically modest, but in a protective way. Even in short sleeved shirts made you feel too exposed. And you still dressed quite stylish sometimes on days that you went out.

The place you lived was cold, and the apartment you both shared wasn’t exactly a nice one. The heat was shitty, especially in colder seasons.

Your roommate isn’t home. He’d been gone all day. He told you that you would have to lock the doors tonight, he wouldn’t be coming back until morning.

You were happy to have some alone time. No one else around. You watched some T.V, cooked a simple dinner for yourself, and take an everything shower.

You’d put on a small tank top and a pair of black underwear (boy-shorts). You were about to put on a sweater, lay in bed, and watch t.v until you eventually fell asleep.

But you’d also wanted a snack before bed.

You figured, since your roommate wasn’t there, you could just run out real quick and snatch some chips from the pantry, so you do.

You’re fumbling around in the pantry, looking for your favorite chips.

Just as you turn to exit the small pantry -

Your roommate turns the corner into the kitchen.

You both freeze upon seeing the other. The entire apartment was dark, with the exception of the warm glowing light in the pantry behind you.

Your face starts to feel hot with embarrassment, wondering if your underwear can pass as really short shorts in the dark. You refuse to act embarrassed in front of this asshole.

“U-uhm…” you stutter out. You feel your face turning pink for looking so stupid right now, gripping a bag of chips in front of you with both hands.

“I-“

“I-“

You both seem to rush into breaking the awkward silence.

“Um- you first-“ you both say, the situation only growing more awkward.

You just decided to shut up, looking around at everything but him.

“I ended up just coming home anyways. Sorry-“

“It’s fine-!” You say, attempting to use the chip bag as a barrier between you and him.

Another awkward silence falling. You end up darting your eyes to his face. He was staring right at you, jaw clenched, breath too steady to be normal, as if he were trying to fake his calmness.

You take tiny awkward side steps around him, “I-I’m just gonna go to my room.” You say as you squeeze between him and the counter.

Just as you squeeze by his side, he smoothly blocks your path with his arm pushing your soft stomach back, into the counter.

You freeze, and stumble back a bit as he place his other hand on the counter, barricading you in his arms. The lighting was dark, the warm light hardly peeking through, with his body blocking most light from you.

“You look different for some reason right now.” He says, looking right at your neck and collarbones. Your heart is pounding. You’re unsure of what to do, your face getting redder and redder by the moment. You look around everywhere on the floor.

“I’m- I’m pretty tired- I should- um, probably get to my room-“

He tightens his grip on the counters, steadying himself. At some point your banter with him started to turn into these- butterfly feelings- but there was no way he’d admit that to you, you still both annoyed each other in little ways.

He thought you were pretty, of course. It was one of the first things he noticed about you.

He looked down your figure, arms still caging you in. He’d thought of you this way for some time, but he always tried to shake those thoughts away, telling himself that you’re just some annoying girl.

But right now, he wasn’t thinking with the right head.

“This is what you’re hiding under all that, huh?” He says almost absent mindedly. You start to gently push his chest away from you, gradually pushing away with more pressure. He grabs your wrist, squeezing it just hard enough to feel your racing pulse.

“Those are real short shorts.” He says.

“It’s my underwear-“ you blurt out, because you have no idea what to say. Why did you blurt that out of all things.

You see him scrunch his eyes shut, his jaw clenching again.

He slides a hand down your waist, resting on your hip, suddenly pressing into your crotch. You bite your lip, looking down in response, suppressing any sounds to escape from you. You were keeping your pride.

He lets his hands roam your upper body. You shrink into yourself but he continues. He squeezes your sides, and slid his hands to your back, his hands were cold.

You shudder at the temperature against your warm back. A small whine escapes your lips, and he grinds into you further. He was wearing casual grey sweat pants, the friction soft against your crotch, the only thing separating you two being his sweats and your underwear, where he found his fingers fiddling with the brim of the black fabric.

You could feel your heart beat down there as he presses more and more into you, pushing you more into him by your hips. He lets his head drop, right into the crook of your neck, he says,

“You’re so,” he pants, “Pretty,”

You stifle a moan as you feel his breath tickle your neck.

“But, I know you know that.”

And you did. You weren’t a super model, but you definitely got approached in public, things paid for, and occasional confessions, you understood that you were pretty to some degree. But you never thought your roommate would feel that way about you. Which made all of this seem more intense, leaving your heart beating out of your chest.

You feel him leaving open mouthed kisses to your neck, and collar bones. Your arms suddenly fly over his shoulders, as he lifts you just a tad, to where you’re forced to be on your tippy toes, giving him more access to the space between your legs.

“You act like such a little princess all the time.” He says, panting becoming more apparent. He’s maneuvering you by the hips into the direction of his room. “It gets real annoying with your little sassy remarks.” Easily pushes his door open, pushing you gently onto the edge of his bed. He slotted himself in the between your legs, pressing himself into your now soaking pussy, your underwear doing no good in hiding your arousal. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats. Your wetness was darkening his cocks imprint.

“Well, you act like such an unnecessary dick…” you say, looking down to the side shyly, your upper body slightly perched up by your elbows. You feel obliged to defend yourself in such a vulnerable sudden moment.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” He says beginning to pepper your neck with soft kisses, one hand pushing the waist band of his sweats down. You could see the brim of his briefs being dragged along with it. The lower his waistband fell, the more you could make out veins that lead to his -

You suck in a harsh gasp. He gently kissed, bit, and sucked on such a sweet spot on your neck. You tense up, your arms around his shoulders, gripping onto his shirt, pulling it up slightly. Your legs jolt up around him, and he takes that opportunity to drag you even closer to his throbbing dick.

He taps his cock right onto your clit a few times, eliciting a soft moan from you. It was heavy. He uses his hand to gently graze across your crotch, before using a finger to push your underwear to the side. The wetness was drenching the cloth. He felt his fingers immediately lube themselves up.

He continues to kiss and suck on your neck, your hands gripping onto his shirt. You can feel him sliding his cock up and down the wetness of your slit, using one had to pump your slick all over his needy cock.

You suddenly gasp louder than you were before. He was kissing down your collarbones to your chest.

It felt like too much. He was touching you everywhere. He pulls back, standing upright, looking down at you, holding your legs up on either side of him.

Your underwear is stretched out, completely out the way. He’s sliding his cock between you. You’re bashfully looking the other way, panting with your little pink face.

Your tank top is riding up, and he’s sliding a hand up the middle of your stomach to your chest.

His hand is open, as he glides his palms gently to over your upper body, the hardening of your nipples apparent to him.

He starts squeezing your chest, watching you mewl underneath him, trying to shrink yourself, only to have him sternly push you back open. He’d never seen you so exposed. Blood was rushing to his cock without him even realizing it right as he turned the corner and processed you right in front of him.

He pressed into you, your legs forced to go up. He used this angle to slide his shirt over his head. He begins to pull yours off shortly after, tossing it behind him.

You cover your chest but he’s already on your collar bones, open mouth kisses, and gentle bites.

You feel him teasing your entrance with his tip, stretching your hold just barely, and pulling right back, leaving your pussy throbbing.

The tip pushes fully in when he starts to push you into his mattress. Your hands had no choice but to grab onto his shoulder for balance. His breath is unsteady, one of your hands instinctually go to run your finger on the base of his neck where his hair stops.

He groans as you feel the sudden stretch, he’s sheathing himself fully into you, in one swift movement. You were so wet, but the sting was still evident.

You gasp out a moan, you were clinging to his back, and he began to pound you, fully bottoming out each time.

He’s fucking out your moans, “If you sounded like this more often, maybe I wouldn’t be so snappy to you all the time,” he says as you’re too overwhelmed with pleasure, you can’t respond back. You’re too focused on that feeling you’re chasing on his cock.

Tears are pricking into your eyes as his speed soon gets relentless. You can see he’s done teasing you (himself), he’s beginning to chase that high too.

Your face is pink and flush, brows furrowed slightly, eyes half lidded. He’s looking down at your pretty fucked out state. Seeing you in such little clothing had him so turned on, he just had to do something about it.

You moan out his name, not knowing what else to say to try and get him to slow his pace. You were begging for feel that release, but the pleasure was getting so overwhelming.

Hearing you whine on this name only made him harder, thrusting into you at a sloppier pace, chasing that snap.

You’re babbling as he pounds into you, asking to slow down or you’re going to burst. It only turns him on more, and before you have register, you’re coming, hard, onto his cock.

Your face has a thin layer of sweat, an evident trail of tears in the corner of your eyes. There's spit shining on your lips, and you just look perfect.

He's thrusting harder, more intentional. You're beginning to feel that overstimulating feeling, something foreign to you. Your sex life wasn't exactly booked full.

He kisses you, tongue and teeth clashing with yours. "Pretty..." He says kissing you roughly. He's swallowing your moans as he's pounding your sweet little cunt. "So pretty, pretty." He pulls away, a string of spit connecting the two of you.

Your moans are turning him on even further. He always wondered what you'd sound like underneath of somebody him. His imagination was nothing like what was now in front of him.

The feeling of your pussy pulsating around him, has him stuffing you full of his cum. He's emptying himself in you, as you stifle a final moan, fingernails digging into his back.

He prefers how you look now over anything else.

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(YOUR FAV), LEVI ACKERMAN, Get Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, GIYU TOMIOKA, Toji Fushigiro, Feitan Portor

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NSFW HEADCANONS!

If he feels incompetent in any way as a man, he definitely overcompensates for it with aggression/violence.

If he does have a little crush on someone that lasts more than a few weeks, it’s rare. Especially if he decides to do something about said crush.

Yandere for sure.

Definitely not as experienced in the bedroom as he thinks he should be. Not giving virgin vibes but also not giving more than 2-3 bodies vibes.

NOT a munch but luvs receiving head 😭🙏🏻

Loves a messy bj

Loves to face fuck you

Will never be sub. Too damaging to his ego.

Not super kinky but also not vanilla. Like, he’s not one to have toys or anything, but definitely rough.

Probably likes spanking. Loves having you bent over his lap as he smacks right over your bare pussy <3

Wants you to cum at least once before him, he doesn’t want to seem inadequate at pleasing you, not because he cares about your pleasure, but more so because he doesn’t want to feel “less of a man.”

Boobs > ass

Loves any sized boobies tbh. Prefers on the mid to smaller size.

Not a high sex drive, but maybe once a week at least

He loves when he’s hitting it from the back and you helplessly look back at him. He won’t tell you, but he has to try with all his might not to cum right then and there.

Hair puller for sure

He only likes to cum inside you, or your mouth.

“Sit still, be a good little human for me, you don’t want to upset me, right?”

You stared upwards towards Mahito. You’d spent 8 months of his obsessive behavior before he had finally taken you away from the world you knew. Now it had been 5 more. If you’d been counting correctly.

“Mhm.” You say, looking away now. Sometimes if you’d stare too hard, you’d notice things off about him. Like, he was trying to appear human like in his form as a curse. A concept you’d come to understand as far as your tiny human brain could comprehend.

“Good! Because you know what will happen if you don’t!” He gently taps the tip of your nose. He’s straddling you on a flat mattress on the ground of some far away place. Somewhere abandoned, the bones of an old house.

You focus your attention to the stack of books next to you. Mahito likes to read, he likes to learn more about humans, he likes to experiment. You’ve had the misfortune of witnessing just exactly what he was capable of.

“Hey! Look at me, human.” He says. He knows your name, but he chooses not to refer you by that title, another subtle way of stripping you of any humanity you’d had left.

You turn to him, your head moving back to its original place. He’s fully dressed, you’re in underwear and a tank top, nothing else. He decides that this is all you get, all you deserve.

He pokes and prods at your ribs, as you begin to squirm. He adores your state of uncomfortableness. He loves the disgusted look on your face, hiding behind fear. He can see that you’re shy. You’re stiff underneath him. His eyes bore into yours, with that sick and twisted grin he seems to always have. You try keeping the eye contact, but you blink around, breaking the gaze every few moments.

“I wanted to try something new with you, human.” A look of worry suddenly took over your face. “Haha! Don’t worry~ it’s something your species finds fun! So sit still.” Mahito begins to use his hands to pin your hands by your head. Your breathing picks up. You’re afraid. You try to stop the squirming, but he’s got you in an exposed, vulnerable state. His grip is firm, and you know you couldn’t break free even if you tried.

“You scared? Don’t be, I’ll be gentle with you,” those words crept up from your spine to your throat. What could he have possibly meant by that? You secretly knew, but refused to let the thought enter your brain.

“But you have to be good!” He looks down at you. “Don’t make me punish you.” He says in a completely serious tone, the absolute opposite of what he sounded like before. It shook you straight, and you completely stopped any further movements. Mahito loves how pliable you were, a doe eyed thing. You were easily breakable, mentally, physically, all of the above. The power difference between you both tickled him pink. Just thinking about it had between his legs growing heavy, and he presses into your crotch, groaning just slightly.

Mahito hadn’t done anything sexual with you before. But you knew it had to come around one way or another. You knew it. And today was that day.

He smiles down at you, almost endearingly, as he sees your face beginning to flush. “Feeling shy today?” He grinds down slow, but with pressure. You can feel old instinct beginning to fall into your stomach. Regardless, you try to shrink into yourself.

Mahito takes one hand off of your wrist, and brings his hands up your shirt, slowly. You’re warm, and he’s cold. He sees that you leave your arm in the same spot he left it in. It seems that you know better.

His fingers ghost over your chest, gently exploring. It was odd, feeling him be gentle. But you knew, that it was not in his nature to be gentle.

His thumb rolls your nipple under the thin tank top you’re wearing, the strap on the left slowly sliding down your shoulder. Mahito suddenly rips your shirt up, watching your chest bounce cutely.

It takes you aback, so your first instinct is to cover your chest up with your free arm. Mahito, as if unmoved by your actions, pulls your arm back, staring down at your chest. Your face burns in embarrassment.

“I’ve seen stuff like this in those pornography videos.” He leans down to lick your chest, ghosting over your nipple.

You don’t mean to, but a small whine slips from you. It feels pathetic. Mahito looks at you, bringing his forehead to yours. “You like that?”

You shake your head no, shutting your eyes, anxiety taking over. “If you lie to me, I’ll turn you into a fleshlight, ‘kay?” He seemed so serious, boring his stare into you.

Your frightened state, how frozen in fear you are, makes him incredibly hard. He’s not even hiding it from you, just pressing into your groin further. He pulls your top over your head, and then follows suit with his shirt.

“Humans are such odd things, embarrassed without their clothes.” He says as he fumbles with his pants.

Curiosity takes over, and you lift your head just slightly to look down. Your brows take a worried turn. He’s hard, big, and thick. You hadn’t had sex in what seems like forever. This will hurt, you think.

Mahito seems to let out a shaky sigh as he presses his length against your clothed heat. His grinding had made you inevitably wet. Mahito scoffs at your state. So afraid beneath him, but biology takes over, and you’re slick. He moves your panties to the side, sliding himself between your slick folds.

He grows to like the feeling, yes, he likes it very much. He suddenly spits right onto your clit, the sudden impact making you jump with a squeak. He’s using his hand to rub his cock right against the entrance of your hole. The tip just barely entering. His other hand keeps him hovering over you, his hand beginning to grip your wrist even tighter.

He groans as he sits up on his knees, yanking you by the hips, pushing your wetness onto him. His fingers dig into your hips as he grinds you onto him, using you like a doll.

Your breathing hitches, and you can no longer hide the neediness in the pit of your stomach. You know it’s wrong, but you can’t help it. It feels too good.

Mahito is zeroed in on the sight before him. His cock sliding up and down your folds. His face has a slight pink to it, and he looks up at you, eyes darker than normal.

You look helpless beneath him. It strokes his ego, how stupid you look. How stupid and weak humans are. He knows he could break you at any moment, kill you in a mere second. It makes him hard. Precum dripping onto your clit.

You’re beginning to find that chase, but you don’t dare move into Mahitos rhythm. You can’t humiliate yourself further. And just as if he could read your mind, he grips your chin to look at him as he teases the head of his cock onto your entrance.

“Tell me girl, how much do you want my cock? It’s weeping for me even now. You couldn’t lie even if you wanted to.”

You’re embarrassed, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. When you don’t answer soon enough, Mahito grip your face even further, squishing your cheeks together until your lips are so puckered you can hardly speak.

“Want to be a fleshlight?”

“I- I wanth it…” you say quietly.

“I guess you do.”

“N-no! I- I wanth your- I wanth your c-ock!” You say almost pleading. He releases the grip on your face.

“Alright,” he says. He switches places with you, pulling you right on top of him, your pussy just ghosting over the tip of his cock.

He’s going to make you ride him. Forcibly putting you in a situation where you must be the one to engage in your torment.

You try to sink down, wanting this moment to be over fast. But his head it too thick, it’s too big. You’re finding trouble even pushing the whole head in. Mahitos hands fly to your sides. He’s grip into your squish, making you jolt, rubbing his tip against you. He groans, throwing his head back slightly. You see his Adam’s apple bob. You’ve never seen him in a vulnerable state like this. But even so, he’s the one undoubtedly in control.

He can’t wait, he starts pushing you down, even when you can’t. “W-wait-!” You plead as you feel the hot stretch. The pain is almost pleasurable.

“Tell me, how much you like being my little fleshlight~” he says, eyes lidded, looking at your red face, “Tell me now,” he says pushing you further down onto his cock, almost splitting you open. “I-I-!” He pulls you down further, not too slow, but not fast. A loud moan escapes you. “Wow, I had no idea how slutty you were, I should’ve fucked you sooner y/n.” Your stomach flutters, you think this is the first time he actually says your name, you truly began to think he didn’t know or didn’t care to remember. “I love being- your- fleshlight!” You shakily breath as you feel the stretch. He’s halfway in.

Mahito is trying not to combust right then and there. He grips your hips, he can’t wait, he shoves himself right into you, the head of his cock hitting the hilt of your cervix. You yelp out, a mix between pain and pleasure. The sight makes him lift you up and down onto his cock. You’re basically babbling about how he needs to slow down, but of course, your human begging means nothing to the curse. You’re beneath him, after all.

He’s gripping your waist, pulling you up and down onto him. You don’t even get the chance to adjust yourself, he’s using you as if you weigh nothing.

Mahito is staring right at your chest, you can see him, pink spreading up your face and down your neck. Your moans are broken up by his relentless pursuit. He shifts his eyes to your face. He thinks you look pretty like this. Of course he had known you were pretty before, but now, it was different. Like you were this untainted thing before him. And now, his hands were dirtying you. And still, you are pretty.

Your eyes are half lidded, pink in the face, and drool escaping the corner of your mouth. He leans up, grinding your hips onto him, he’s deep inside you. He uses his strong arms to hug you in place, sucking and biting at your neck as he continues to use you. He finds that sweet spot on your neck, and you cry out, hands flying to his shoulders for balance.

He’s close, you can tell. His thrusts are becoming erratic, less deliberate, more aggressive.

He’s hitting your cervix, hard. The feeling has become pleasurable, and you moan out as you feel Mahito kissing down your neck onto your collarbones, biting the softness of your chest.

That feeling of coming undone is taking over. You want to fight everything in you not to cum, but you feel yourself pulsing around him. He groans in response. You moan out louder, and louder, voice growing hoarse as your nails dig into his shoulders. You feel the tension in his muscles. He seems to not even notice the sting of your grip, and suddenly the rubber band feeling in your stomach snaps, and you choke out a noise that you had no idea was in you. You’re hanging onto him as you ride out your high, body growing limp as he fucks into you.

Suddenly you can feel him pushing deeper inside, the last few thrusts he gives out are desperate to be inside you fully. He stills his hips for a moment, you can feel his cock throbbing inside. He’s filling you up, and he moves his hand to your ass, gripping the fat there, lifting you up slowly to see his thick white cum dripping out of your full cunt. He’s breathing heavily, as he’s entranced by your pornographic fucked out state, the spit escaping your mouth that’s dribbled onto your chest, your body slick with sweat, and cum drooling out of your pussy.

You collapse onto him fully, body too sore and tired to think about what just happened, what you just did. He plops back onto the mattress, with you on his chest. He pulls out, his softening length resting between your ass.

Your breathing is ragged, but he’s gained his composure quickly. He rolls you off of him as you take your place next to him, eyes closed, not even resisting. He looks at you, you’re exhausted.

Hisoka: Hung. He’s around 6’2 (187 cm) in the series. I’d say pale base into a more blush red tip. Probably average girth ngl. I would say anywhere between 8-8.5 inches. He keeps the hair trimmed. Sometimes he will fully shave. Probably dyes his hair so the carpets always match the drapes. Might shave into different shapes too LOL. Especially if they’re diamonds, hearts, spades, or clovers.

Illumi: Also hung. He’s also around 6’1 (185 cm) in the series. I will also say pale base, but a less saturated blush tip. Probably similar to hisokas girth but a bit thinner. Probably anywhere from 7-7.5 inches. Also keeps it trimmed, and will NOT fully shave. He doesn’t even trim on a regular basis, just does it when it bothers him too much. Doesn’t really care for the aesthetics of shaving/trimming, just the functionality.

Chrollo: I’d say realistically, a good 7-7.5 inches too. A slightly darker base with a less saturated blush tip too. I’d say a little over average girth. He keeps it trimmed on a regular basis ^-^ Chrollo likes being clean.

Things had changed drastically when you stopped fighting back so much. Not that you fought much to begin with. He liked you because your personality seemed submissive, easily influenced. Though it did take more time for you to quit being so skittish around him than he expected. He truly tried his best to be soft around you. He moved slower, his touches were feather like, ghosting over you, sometimes you had wondered if he had even made contact at all.

It was unclear to you why Feitan had taken you. You knew what he did to people that he took here. Granted, he's never made you watch, or go down to the basement. You heard everything, and that left little to the imagination.

You considered that maybe he had some sort of affection for you. He never expressed anything about his personal life, or feelings. At least not to you. But the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like there was a growing tension in the air between you two.

Your heart began to race around him, like a sick drum rattling between your ribs. Why did you feel this way? This man took you away from your home, your life, your freedom. He stuck you in a shitty little broken down cabin, remote from any civilization.

Had things really been changing? Or was it all in your mind?

But still, you couldn't help but stare a little too long at his face, look at him when he was turned around, try and gain his approval with your cleaning and mundane tasks throughout the day. It was strange. Was this what Stockholm syndrome felt like? It didn't feel like what the movies portray. You had felt a genuine liking to his company, and you couldn't explain why.

Well, there was no one else around. Sometimes he would be gone for days at a time, the longest he was gone was for a whole month, you think. Two girls, one with pink hair, and one with black shorter hair, came to the cabin you stayed in. You were hopeful at first, that maybe you had been found, but upon seeing you, they continued their conversation, unpacking bags of unperishables onto the table. Oh, you thought. Feitan must have sent them.

Something in you faltered, the thought of Feitan being around other women was not something you really thought about before. Who were they to him? Were they friends? Did they work together? Was it something else? Maybe the darker haired one was a family member, she seemed to look similar to him, but still, their faces seemed very different. What was this feeling?

After that instance, when Feitan was gone for too long, they both would come by, or just one of them. They were pretty. Really pretty. You looked in the mirror once, after they had left. Something you hadn't done in a long time. Your hair was grown out, longer than you like it. It had grown thinner, you had grown thinner. He didn't feed you much. Your eyes were dark all around, you had almost a sunken in look to you at this point, like you were dead. Your hands were thin, and so were your wrists and ankles. They were beautiful in complexion, hair shiny and nicely done. Their lashes were curled upwards, you could tell they wore light makeup. Their lips were pink and full, they seemed full of life, and most of all they seemed soft. Healthy, and care free. You gripped the sink by the edge. The first time you had seen them you had a sick, ugly feeling that you had shoved down deep inside of you, hoping it would die if you didn't look at it. But it reared its ugly green head in this moment, forcing you to look at it. Jealousy. Jealousy. The feeling that crawled its way up your stomach behind your eyes, making them sting with tears, your head building pressure from holding your breath, not wanting to blink, because if you did, big fat tears would start falling. You didn't think you were the most beautiful girl in the world, you had your insecurities as does every person, but when you saw your face now, you tried remembering what you had looked like the last time you had seen your face before the kidnapping. You felt a heavy feeling in your throat, tears coming down, you couldn't help but cry, and you cried loudly. No one was around. You cried, and cried until your throat was raw. Tears, drool, and snot running down your face as you sat against the tub.

You were forgetting what you used to look like.

These girls had to be close to him, you think. Because he trusts them enough to come here, to bring you things. They look at you like you're just a pet in the room, not speaking to you, not even glancing twice at you, leaving just as quickly as they came. You wanted to say something to them, to ask them who they were, how did they know Feitan? But you never did. You didn't want to know.

Did he think you were pretty? Pretty like them? Surely not, you look sick. That's because you are sick. Your body is sick, your mind is sick. You're starting to feel questionable feelings towards your captor. What's wrong with you? Why did you miss him when he was gone? Why did you feel jealous? Why did you think this much into it?

Feitan was not a man of many words, no, he believed actions were something of more value. This is what he told himself, it was partially true, but part of him was saying this figurative expression because he didn't want to face the fact that he was so emotionally stunted. He had never found purpose in romance. Of course he had found women pretty before, but never enough to do something about it. He never saw the reason why some people were so torn about break ups, and failed relationships. Never understanding why most people have an innate need to have some sort of companionship, through lovers, children, pets, friends, family. It was a mystery to him, but of course, when he found himself stuck in his ways, he had come across you.

You had worked at a small little book shop in a downtown area. The store was impossibly crowded, and small. There were no real interesting books in there, mostly used miscellaneous donated books, ranging from religious context, textbooks, and short stories. He'd walked in there one day to evade the eyes of some people that were out looking for him, he had been dressed casually that day in black pants and a black shirt. You hadn't looked up from the notebook you were scribbling in as you said a brief "Hello, welcome in." To him, to which he did not respond. He was too busy finding his way to the back, keeping an eye through the glass windows of the store, and to his delight, the men he was evading for now, had gone away.

Just to be safe, he figured he would sit tight for twenty minutes or so, just to lose them further. He eventually noticed you, sitting on a stool behind a makeshift counter with receipt paper strewn everywhere, as you seemed to be making calculations on your phone and copying them into a log book. You had looked up at him while he was staring. "Do you need help finding anything today?" You say with a neutral expression. You seemed to be on auto pilot. He shook his head, "No," He said as he shuffles through the books mindlessly in front of him, seeming busy. "Alright, just let me know if you do," You say, turning your attention back to the log book. Feitan eventually found it appropriate to leave, but he had been struck by an arrow of curiosity about you. He followed you home for the next year and a half before he took you. He knew there was no way of you remembering your brief interaction, but it was something he held dearly to himself.

He hated these feelings that you pulled out of him. Why was he so compelled to watch you? Why was he looking forward to it? Why did he feel the need to sabotage any budding relationship you had with any man? Why did he feel jealous. It was an ugly feeling that he stuffed down, but after that year and a half had passed, it had resurfaced in full force, and he just knew he had to have you for himself now.

Which brings us to current day.

Feitan, after much embarrassment and struggle within himself, has finally admitted that he likes you. He really likes you. Like really, really, likes you. He's too afraid to say the other word.

You weaken him, you really do. That giddy boyish feeling he gets when he knows you're pleased with something he's done, that addiction to your approval, the wanting of affection.

He's a grown man, with a crush.

He rarely touches you, no, it electrifies him. He tries to be his gentlest around you. Despite him being very deranged and sadistic, he somehow gathered all his might to not hurt you, to be patient with you as things progressed forward. He knew in his mind that you would eventually get used to the way things are around here. He was just waiting for the day. He has the sneaking suspicion that you're beginning to pick up on his emotional turmoil. So he leaves, for weeks at a time. He needs to collect himself. But he was now returning home.

The front door begins to unlock, bringing your attention to the knob. Was it Feitan? Or was it those girls? You sat on the couch as you heard all 14 locks unlock from the outside, and your eyes dragged down as each became undone. The door opened, and in came Feitan.

You were giddy, but didn't want to show it. "Hi." You say, voice cracking from the lack of speaking. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Hi." He returns, not looking at you. He kicks his shoes off, leaving his socks on. He makes his way to the couch, and sits next to you looking down to the floor, then to you. You both opened your mouth to speak at the same time,

"Who-" "You-"

"Sorry," You say facing your body towards him. "You go ahead."

Feitan follows suit, and faces his body towards you now. "No, you go first." He says, sitting criss cross on the couch cushion in your direction.

"Um... I was going to ask... Who are the girls that come here sometimes?" Your heart began to pick up its pace, you never usually questioned him, in fear of an angry outburst.

"Why you need to know?" He asks.

Maybe things weren't changing after all. He was still so closed off.

Your heart sinks, and he sees it in your face. That jealous feeling taking hold of your heart. He sighs when he sees your eyes dart away awkwardly.

"We... Sometimes work together, on bigger... Projects." He says, trying to casually lift your mood, without seeming like he cared too much. But that didn't matter to you, you turned giddy inside.

"There are others, but I send them because I know they will just ignore you. There are men too, but I will not send them. One other girl, but she is far away."

"Oh." You say almost lighting up, returning your gaze to him. "Okay." You say. You were glad his reasoning behind sending those girls, were possibly because he didn't like the idea of other men being around you, your heart fluttered. You hoped that was the reason.

"What were you going to ask?" You say fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, looking up at him shyly. The look on your face brought a certain warmness to Feitan's face, but it was thankfully covered by his cowl. His eyes never betraying his emotions.

"You sleep in my room now." He says looking at everything but you.

Your face turns bright pink. "I-" You wanted to ask why, but you didn't want to annoy him. "Okay..."

He looks at you after a few moments. "Only because attic is small, and cold. My room is bigger." He explains. "And..." He says looking off, quietly sinking into the couch.

You waited for his next words, hoping to hear something, but you didn't know what.

"And winter is coming. Will be colder."

It's not exactly what you were looking for, but you take it anyways.

Your face still remains pink, and he relaxes his shoulders. You both are only a few inches away from each other, you can see the pinkness rising on his face just over his face covering, but you say nothing about it. His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, back to your eyes. Your eyes wander around his entire face, as the both of you unknowingly gravitate towards each others faces. Your head instinctively leans to the right just a bit, and his eyes seem to widen, just barely noticeable. You are soon realizing how close your faces are, you can feel his breath, and you're sure he can feel yours.

You're suddenly conscious of how you might look right now, eyes now darting away from him. You wanted to pull away, but you couldn't, it felt too good. It was the same feeling of being incredibly warm under a blanket in a cold room, you just don't want to get up, even if you need to use the bathroom, or something of the likes.

But to Feitan, it was as if he was witnessing the reflection of the universes grace, you were created perfectly, even now. To him it was a sight to forever endure.

Without further thought, his hands find their way to your wrists, gently holding you in place, your eyes look back at him, you both are impossibly close. It feels like so much time has passed by, yet you're sure it only been a few moments.

Feitan is never one to make a first move, but right now, all patience within him, all months of waiting, and all pining tension he had towards you came crashing down on him with the strength of a thousand beating hearts.

Your lips feathered over each other, almost testing the waters, your eyes fluttering shut, just as his were. He was leaning into you more, your back was being pressed against the arm rest behind you, your wrists gently pinned down to the cushions in front of you.

You returned the kiss. It made a strange cold shiver shoot down his stomach, pooling there, bouncing around inside of him. He could not believe this was actually happening.

Soon enough, the kiss was deepened, neither of you knew who initiated the fervor, but any thought of that was thrown out the window, he was making his way on top of you, his dark hair ticking your temples as you both became breathless in this heated moment.

You didn't know why you did what you did, why you kissed him back, but you know it felt good. You hadn't had much interaction with anyone, let alone anything intimate, so this felt so good. You shut out any feelings of shame or disgust with yourself, you shut out the fact that this man was deranged, and not well in the head, you shut out the fact that he was the one who took you away from the world, and you especially shut out the fact that you were now fully aware of the kind of feelings you had for them. You liked him, like that. You were too afraid to say the other word.

You both pull away out of breath, a string of spit connecting you two briefly, before snapping loose. You were practically drooling in his mouth, and before you could even render yourself embarrassed, he found his way into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking gently. his breath tickling your ear, sending chill down, as his hands moved on either side of your head to uphold himself as he hovered over you. He felt the shiver that you so desperately tried to hide, and he knew to continue his efforts.

With your hands now free, they find themselves wrapped around his neck, loosely as your neck is exposed. Somehow this freezing cabin had become something of a sauna between you two.

His knee finds its place just between yours, hiking up unintentionally as the tension rises.

He gently bites your collar bone, and you whine, something that shoots electricity right down to his pants. He groans into your neck at the sound. He had always wondered what sounds you would make, how quiet or loud you would be. The countless nights he laid in bed staring at the ceiling just imagining how you'd be mewling beneath him, asking, more, more! This was so much better than what he had initially imagined. He wanted to capture this moment in his heart, and keep it there forever.

The pressure of your fingertips increase onto his shoulders as he sloppily kisses your jaw, your delicate fingers finding their way under his jaw, bringing him to face you now, as you kissed him, going from his lips to now his neck, you pulled at the collar of his cowl, pulling down, down, and down. You had never seen Feitan in anything less than long sleeves, and long pants. Seeing the curve of his clavicle was enough to make you blush further. You kissed him there too. You could hear him sharply inhale as you licked and sucked at his ivory skin. It made your legs cross, relieving any pressure you had built up, but before you could register it, your legs were locking his, tucking his clothed thigh right under your heat, it was a surprise, you forgot that he was there. You let out a sweet sound, that was louder than the last, your breath in the crevice of his neck. Your sounds travelled right in his pants, make it incredibly tight.

He applied slight pressure to your core, eliciting another whine. His pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably stuffed. He furrowed his brows at the pressure, not wanting to push things too far for you, he didn't want you to run away. He looked down onto your expression, brows turned upwards, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly agape, you're heaving just a little, your lips glistening with spit. The sight makes him forget all that is wrong. You briefly glance at your entangled legs below you both, and you shamelessly begin to paw at his belt buckle, undoing it with very little decency.

Feitan scrunches his brows and clamps his eyes shut. He groans at the feeling, trying to keep composure, as he feels his pants become loose by the hips, his belt undone. His cold hands run under your shirt, and you flinch for a second from the sharp temperature change. He slowly creeps his hands up, and up, and up. By the time his palms grace the top of your stomach, right where your ribcage begins, he can feel your heart pounding in your chest, just as hard as his. This fills him with a quiet glee, though he doesn't show it, as you fiddle with his belt and zipper, he takes his fingers, and gently pushes the strap of your bra off your shoulder, his hands warming in your skin.

Your knees buckle as your hands fly to the collar around your neck instinctively.

"Bad. Dogs crawl." He rolls his eyes as if he was correcting you on something as casual as doing a chore, or misunderstanding instructions on a manual.

This was humiliating. You felt a burning behind your eyes, tears threatening to fall. These weren't sad tears, they were angry tears. You wanted to slap his stupid fucking-

Bzzt!

You began to crawl. The wooden floor boards creaking below you, pressing into your knees. You had only a dingy white nightgown on, and little shorts to match underneath. He liked to sometimes put you in such demeaning clothes, humiliating you even further, like you were some doll, some play thing.

"Good girl." He says mockingly, as you approach between his legs. "Sit." You can feel this anger bubbling up in your chest, but you do so anyways.

"Good girl," He had a brown paper bag sitting between his legs that you had not noticed before. He had reached into it, shuffling through its contents. Your heart began to race, it was like he intentionally took his time just to build the anticipation. He never took his eyes off of you.

He pulls out a strange looking thing. It looked like dried jerky. It smelled like...

Dog treats.

He clicked his tongue at you, "Nice," He says as if he was truly concerned about you biting him.

Your brows furrow as he shoves the treat in your face. You had not eaten in a full 24 hours, but you weren't about to stoop so low as to accept food for animals. You turn your head away slightly in a disgusted manner.

He's quick to snatch you up by your jaw, pulling you to face him once more. He leans down just enough to be hovering over your face with his own. He doesn't say a word, he just uses his index finger and thumb to squeeze your cheeks hard enough for you to eventually open up, and he shoves the treat into your mouth, fingers following suit. He sticks it where your back teeth are, quickly taking his fingers out, and pressing one hand under your jaw, the other on top of your head. He looks at you expectantly, he isn't going to let you open your mouth.

You don't chew for a moment, feeling saliva pool into your mouth. You were hungry, but you couldn't let yourself fall further into his play. Drool began to seep out the corner of your lips, falling onto the dusty floor beneath you. He applied more pressure against your jaw and head, urging you to chew. His own hand became slick with your spit, he seemed unmoved by this, and you ultimately had no choice but to chew.

You swallow, trying to imagine the treat in your mouth to be something as ordinary as chicken, or steak. All pet food was made with human consumption in mind, so you knew it wasn't going to make you sick. It still humiliated you.

You didn't even register the tears falling down your face, mixing with the spit on your face. Your face was burning, the tips of your ears blushing with the rest of you. You could feel the combination of spit and tears dripping down your neck to your chest. You were looking like a mess, with Feitan staring down at you, his face portraying no emotion.

He suddenly squeezes your jaw tighter, pushing your lips into a kissy face like position. He smiles coyly. All your tears, spit, and embarrassment was so apparent on your face, he knew you felt humiliated beyond belief. He squeezed your face a little tighter, eliciting a small whine from you. It made his pants tighten.

"So pretty," He says. "What a good puppy. Speak." He releases you. You wipe your face with your forearm, confused as to what he meant. Was this a trick? He told you that dogs don't-

Oh. Oh.

You look at the ground, hands shuffling on the floor. "Woof..." You say.

"That does not sound convincing." He says.

"Woof." You say a bit louder, eyes still glued to the ground.

His index finger hooks around the space between your collar and neck, forcing you to look up at him. "Louder." He says.

"Woof!"

He keeps you locked in this position, it was uncomfortable for your neck, but you knew not to say anything. "Be more cute." He says.

Embarrassment burned further in your face. You knew what he meant.

"Woof!" You say in a higher pitch tone. The quicker you comply, you think to yourself, the sooner this will be over.

"Good girl." He says, using his free hand to reach in the bag once more, pulling out another treat, placing it on your bottom lip.

You know what to do, you open this time, more willingly now. His fingers are more gentle this time, not finding their way to the back of your mouth. He instead lets you take the treat between your teeth, as you began to eat.

The iron grip on your jaw seems to be released some as well. He pets your head, smoothing out your hair.

"Smart doggy." He hums, looking very pleased with the state you're in.

Once you've swallowed, he quickly points to his shoes, covered in your drool from earlier. "Clean it." He says.

Your eyes widen, and your face flushes further. You furrow your brows while looking up at him, saying nothing. He only takes a hand to your head, pushing you to his shoes.

You cringe internally as you begin to lay kitten licks to his shoe, your spit gone cold at this point, it was disgusting.