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Oh he definitely would manhandle her. Love that thought because i am short aswell hehe. 😋 So here are some spicy 🌶️ headcanons:

- Uvogin would throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, whenever he gets the chance. You are a lightweight to him and he wanna show off how you don’t need your feet, but only his strength to carry you wherever you need to.

- Uvogin loves throwing you on the mattress, before his massive body looms over you with his heavy length throbbing against your shaking thigh. He‘ll manhandle you into every possible position, where he gets to fuck you in the right angle to hit your sweet spot. Until he got you begging for him to stop, but that just spurs him on even further to fuck you even harder.

- Uvogin is a huge fan of 69. But only when he gets to stand on his full height, wrapping his arms around your belly to turn you upside down in the air. He holds you like it’s nothing, tongue ravishing your dripping core with ferocity and a hunger no one can still. While you bob your head up and down his veiny shaft, trying so hard to not choke or come right on the spot because he‘s eating you out like he’s a fucking starved beast.

Feitan Porter X Reader

A/N: This is gonna be kinda short cuz I need to do part 2 for the chrollo x feitan x reader but I love requests so here you go baby boo 🫶🏽

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The air in the hideout was thick with silence, broken only by the metallic rasp of Feitan’s blade sliding back into its sheath. You stood in the doorway, pulse unsteady, watching the faint line of blood on his cheek catch the lantern light.

He didn’t look at you right away—he never did. But when he finally turned, his gaze was razor-sharp, dark eyes dragging over you with deliberate slowness that made your breath hitch.

“Still here?” His voice was low, roughened by exertion. “Thought you’d run.”

You didn’t answer, just took a step closer. The faint scent of iron and smoke clung to him, something dangerous and magnetic. His lips curved—not quite a smirk, but something close.

“Curious little thing,” he murmured, taking a step toward you.

“You didn’t have to take all of them alone,” you said quietly.

Feitan didn’t answer at first. His head tilted just a little, that faint, eerie stillness before he spoke. “Didn’t need help,” he muttered. Then his gaze slid to you, slow and assessing. “You followed anyway.”

You swallowed. “Maybe I wanted to make sure you came back alive.”

That earned you a low, amused sound. Almost a laugh. “Worried?” His voice was softer now, teasing, laced with something dark.

He took a step closer — then another. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the faint scent of metal and sweat in the air. His eyes caught the light when he looked at you, sharp enough to make your knees tighten.

“Or,” he murmured, “you like seeing me like this.”

You froze. He was close enough now that the tips of his fingers brushed your wrist — not quite a touch, but enough to spark something in your chest.

You met his gaze, refusing to flinch. “And if I did?”

That wicked little smirk cut across his mouth. “Then you’re worse than I thought.”

His gloved hand caught your chin, the leather cool against your skin. He tilted your head up just slightly, just enough to make you forget to breathe.

“You know what happens when you stare at something sharp too long?”

Your back met the wall before you realized he’d moved. He leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed your ear.

“It cuts you,” he whispered, voice dropping into a taunting hum.

You swallowed, the sound too loud in the quiet room. “Maybe I don’t mind getting cut.”

That earned you a real smirk this time—small, sharp, and wicked. “You really shouldn’t say things like that to me.” He leaned in again — so close his breath grazed your jaw. “You don’t know danger,” he whispered, the words sending a chill down your spine. “Not yet.”

Then, just as suddenly, he stepped away, leaving the space between you painfully empty. The tension snapped like a pulled thread, but the heat lingered — heavy and unsaid.

At the door, he paused, glancing back. The faintest trace of a smile played at the corner of his mouth.

“Next time you follow me,” he said, “be ready for what you’re asking for.”

Did you know Bungee Gum possesses the properties of both rubber and gum? - Hisoka

Happy the 1st of September guys

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A silly comic in one of my sketchbooks

⌕ hunter x hunter (1999) • chrollo.