jusananimehoe

[jusananimehoe]

should i start writing again 🤔

[jusananimehoe]

Okay but I’ve been on a Feitan binge and I LOVE your writing. I’m so glad I found it. The way you write the dialogue is literally perfect. I love that you keep his choppy speech and you give him more character than just ✨sadist murderer✨. I’m a sucker for feelings. The scene in your fic about him liking broken things will be in my mind eternally. Just beautiful. So excited to see what you write next 💙

🥺❤️❤️❤️

[jusananimehoe]

That's fine. Take as much time as you need. When you're feeling better, we will still be here:)

You guys are actual angels I swear ❤️

[jusananimehoe]

Hey, I'm the person who misses Feitan! And I am happy that you started writing about him! Your Fei is very good! I always look forward to your updates! ~

Ah I’m so glad you’re enjoying! New Feitan ask is being posted tomorow just as soon as I’ve finished it! Appreciate the kind words anon, thankyou ☺️🙊

[jusananimehoe]

beind a spider roomed w feitan headcannons?

I cannot think of a worse room mate to have???

Like, you get home late and slip over coming into your shared room, like wtf is that on the floor?? (it’s defintley blood and it’s everywhere, and no he is not sorry. 

This man has no sense of personal space, and is defintley not the most civil person to be roomed with, so calling him out on something might not even be worth it really, I mean, you wanna end up strapped down to a chair?

Takes the rules of the Troupe very seriously, so he can’t fight you, but he absolutely can constantly bite at you with snide comments and snarky remarks, much to your lack of amusement, though you’ll win some points if your tongue is as sharp as his is, he loves people that can actually keep up with his wits and vicious personality. 

If you have some more sadistic tendencies, the two of you might get along better, even be able to share the toys you bring home to play with, if you don’t harbor any such tendencies, you’re going to struggle a little. 

Early morning and you’re just preparing for the day and is that a fucking finger nail on your BEDSIDE TABLE

If you’re just as psycho as he is I can see some pretty nasty little verbal battles ensuing here, like, Feitan why the FUCK is there blood all over the carpet again and he just acts all innocent like he didn’t really torture a man in your shared room while you weren’t home. 

If you’re up for it, torture can really... well, get him going a little, so time it right and make the right move and you could probably be in for some of the best, wildest, and kinkiest sex of your life, but you better know what you’re signing up for because this little gremlin is crazy like you’ve never seen before, my god, there are no safe words here.

 Despite his lack of respect for your space, he takes his privacy very seriously, do not cross this line, the rules say he can’t fight you, they don’t say he can’t accidentally set you on fire while you sleep, and if they do, boy suddenly can’t read. 

 Have some relief in the fact that though he makes a mess on the daily, he does clean up after himself, and bright side, you get a front row seat to this man shirtless and covered in blood 24/7

5/10 not a very good roomie, will absolutely drive you completely fucking nuts by the end of it. 

[jusananimehoe]

please the feitan piece you just posted is all im gonna be thinking about for the next year 😀 i read it before work and now im gonna be insane all day 😭🖤

Glad you enjoyed anon, loveeeee writing for Feitan! More coming soon 😉😍

[jusananimehoe]

How would Geten react to his s/o finding him creepy because his eyes glow with his hood up lol

I’m a lil burnt out so have some short h/cs, sorry xx

·         Plays it off like he doesn’t give a fuck- he has a reptation to uphold and he is hesitant to put it at risk, even for you.

·         Lowkey (not really, it’s so obvious to you) a little upset about it, like, you don’t think he looks cool? Everyone else does…

·         He a petty baby, so this will come back to bite you in various ways, in multiple scenarios, you won’t be expecting it all because he’s usually so cool, calm and reserved for the most part, he isn’t big on expressing emotions.

·         It’ll start with something dumb af, like you asking him to come and cuddle you and he’ll just glare at you, go ask some other guy that doesn’t creep you out to cuddle, and you just left standing there like, excuse meee????

·         When you try and bring it up he gets even more testy, like i don’t give a fuck, leave it alone, and you’re a little confused because he very clear does give a fuck, but getting him to admit it will be like puling teeth, he’ll test every bit of patience you have.

·         Is actually genuinely concerned that it upsets him so much, because having the feelings he has for you is a weakness in his eyes, it puts both of you at risk and he probably hadn’t realised just how deep his affection ran until you told him it creeped you out, and now he’s horrified because, like he creeps you out, him??? But you’re meant to love him?

·         Will act like a petulant child for weeks if the situation is not addressed so do be warned that you will want to get a start on this as early as possible, because he’s a little shit about it.

·         You will 100% end up feeling guilt here, which is exactly what he wants, lol, you deserve it for hurting his damn feelings, not that he has any 😉

[jusananimehoe]

THIS IS LIFE HHAHAHAAH

These aren’t awkward at all, but I just wanted to share these amazing pictures 😭🙏

(Snatched from the One’s Justice Twitter)

[jusananimehoe]

Feitan H/Cs Giving Oral

Another private request! This was so fun ahhh I love him so much xx

·         You’re entrusting your pussy to this little monster? Ahahahahha, ah me too, so lets get into it

·         The little shit is a 110% certified fucking sadist, so he loves your pain, and pleasure equally. He can swing back and forth between wanting to whip you bloody, to spanking you until your ass is black and blue, but when it comes to oral, well 😉

·         He’s actually ridiculously talented at eating puss, 10/10 will blow your fucking mind, and his tongue is a little longer than average, perfect for reaching all those spots inside you that have you going crazy.

·         He’s not soft in any way shape or form about it, there is nothing gentle about this little demon at all, so he’s absolutely going to eat you out like some kind of possessed fucking monster, no breaks, no slowing down, just lay there and let him enjoy himself, and also, the louder you scream, the harder he gets.

·         Isn’t above biting your clit, in-fact he fucking loves it, watching the way your body spasms, and the little squeals you give him drive him nuts, he’ll have you teetering on the very edge of it just hurting too fucking much, and then just as you’re about to lose it completely and tap out, he’ll switch it up and go back to the pleasure side of things, he’s very sure of your limits, and even if you do reach them, he really doesn’t fucking care.

·         Is weak as fuck for overstimulating you constantly, pushing you through orgasm after orgasm, the man isn’t satisfied until he’s absolutely sure that you physically cannot cum anymore, and even then, maybe just one more time to be sure?

·         Baby boy makes sure you’re tied up and/or pinned down so you can’t move around too much, he wants to see you struggle and scream for him, but he also detests being interrupted, so you can’t move too much.

·         The sadistic side of Feitan loves to get your hopes up, make you cum half a dozen times within an hour before chilling out a little, maybe switching it up, just claiming your mouth for a little while, maybe pepper your throat with bite marks, he wants to convince you that he’s finished and you can calm down and rest now, and just when you relax and start to breathe easier, he’s going right back to eating your pussy like his very life depends on it, and you dumb, stupid girl, you fall for it every time.

·         Feitan adores a squirter, he absolutely loves just having you drench his mouth in your juices, knowing that he’s the only one that get you off this fucking good is a ridiculous ego boost, and he isn’t shy at all about lapping it all up with that nice, long tongue of his. You’d better watch while he does it too, look away for a second and you’ll be getting a nasty little bite to that swollen clit of yours.

·         Man is one of those dangerous boys that genuinely loves eating pussy, loves the taste, just lives for having his tongue shoved inside your walls while they clench around him after he’s made you cum yet again, and this combined with his sadistic tendencies makes him truly terrifying in that regard because, well, he just never gets sick of it?

·         His tongue is always so cold and it just feels so amazing against the dripping heat and he knows it too, he isn’t one to ever take it slow, Feitan gets off on your tears, your screams, he loves your pain, so his goal is to make you cum as fast as he can,  as many times as he possibly can. Begging or screaming for him to stop are only going to egg him on even more, there are no safe words with Feitan, you’ll be a sobbing, screaming mess by the time he’s done with you, and that’s if you’re even still conscious.

·         He loves making you cum so hard you black out completely and lose consciousness, he enjoys it even more when you come to, blinking those confused little doe eyes up at him, stroking your cheek tenderly, before going right  back to sucking on your throbbing clit and hearing you scream and sob for him all over again.

·         Little bastard is a pussy eating fiend.

[jusananimehoe]

Hello, could you do some soft submissive Overhaul headcanons? I know he's usually seen as the dom but y'know what if 👉👈 he likes being sub but he shy...

I mean, I tried xx

·         This would be a long work in progress, it’d take an enormous amount of time, but eventually, if you stick it out and this man trusts you enough, then yes, he could get a little bit soft for you.

·         Only in private of course, starting out with really small things, like not demanding his jacket back when he finds you in it, because you’re just too damn adorable, especially when you pout at him like that.

·         Is weak for your eyes, but will rarely admit it, he can’t breathe when you bat those lovely eyelashes at him, it’s baffling to him how a human being can be so stunning, but his favourite part of you is defintley your eyes, he could just drown in them, he swears.

·         Enjoys winding down with you after a really trying day, poor man is a damn Yakuza boss, so best believe work is stressful and most days, he’s either killing someone, or deciding who they should be killing next, so a little relaxation time is a big must once this boy trusts you.

·         He’ll finish up and come home to you and just drop his head into your lap, he lives for the way your nails feel scratching at his scalp, but don’t make a big deal out of it or he’ll get a little flustered, and probably won’t do it again.

·         He’s also partial to just enjoying a warm bath with a glass of wine, and if you’re kind enough to sit on the edge of the tub and wash his hair, scratch his scalp, rub the tension out of his shoulders, this man is putty in your hands. Run him a hot bath to be ready as soon as he gets home, he literally loves it, like it’s so damn thoughtful of you, and hell, he’s going soft, isn’t he?

·         Being submissive is very new to him, so he can get pretty nervous and a little awkward, but if you go about it the right way then this man right here is so happy to just be a soft, good boy in bed. You want to get on top? Well he’s down for that, he secretly loves it when you take charge and boss him around a little, it’s the only time anyone has ever been brave enough to stand up to him and take control.

·         He loves just laying back and letting you ride him like your own personal, living, breathing dildo, give him some little rules to follow, like he can’t touch you, or move at all, it’s all at your pace, it has him going nuts internally, but you’d never guess it from the scowl he’ll give you, just do it anyway, before he can complain about it.

·         The man adores the way you scratch his back afterwards, he’s not big on snuggling or cuddling in any form but if you just give him some back tickles as he drifts off to sleep you might even coax a little moan out of him, he’s starved as fuck for affection, and secretly goes nuts for any tiny scrap you offer him.

·         Overall, a good, soft boy if approached correctly, and of course, kept in private only.

[jusananimehoe]

a v short Geten drabble, privately requested xx

His hair was always so soft, bordering on being a touch fluffy, not that I’d ever tell him, which was why it was one of your favourite stress relivers to card your fingers through it, even if it did mean he was currently side-eyeing you in annoyance, he only half means it though. You dropped a swift, gentle kiss on his upper cheek and fought the urge to laugh at the sudden downturn of his lips as his mouth twisted into a grimace, pale eyes glaring at you now.

His discomfort with affection had been a long-term work in progress, and though you’d made some progress, there was still a lot of ground to cover, and it was a struggle, sometimes, for someone as affectionate as you to hold back, when all you really wanted was to be constantly pressed against him, or spoiling him in any way you could. Today, you’d decided he was obviously in need of a massage, judging by the tension he was carrying in his upper body, he’d been training too hard again, despite your protests.

His grimace receded somewhat as you moved your hands to the bottom of his neck and began to carefully knead at the skin there, knuckles pushing carefully against the strained muscles as he stretched out, yawning widely before blinking rapidly, eyes dropping slightly in exhaustion as you moved your careful hands down his shoulders, across the top of his spine, working out any kinks or stiffness you could locate, you could do this for him at least.

He leaned back then, dropping his back against your chest as he leant his weight against you, finally relaxed enough to be tempted into sleeping, defintley ignoring the little smile that was sitting brightly on your face at how content you’d managed to make him, even if he was still aiming a half-hearted glare at you over his shoulder when he felt you smile against his hair. You stroked your fingers lightly across his cheekbones in response, before dropping a light peck to the tip of his nose, biting back an indulgent smile at the flush that rose to his pale cheeks as he jerked his head away, much to your amusement.

Your fingers returned to rubbing his back slowly, smiling softly as his muscles relaxed, enjoying the little sigh that left is lips, the only gratitude you were likely to get, it is Geten, after all. His hand moved then, tangling carefully with yours in a rare show of affection that made you tremble slightly as he raised it carefully to his mouth, before pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Your other hand froze in surprise as you eyed him, shivering at the sweet gesture as you bit back an enormous smile. He handed it back a moment later, tilting his head away again with a barely-there glower.

He was difficult to handle, and downright unreasonable at the best of times, but you smiled quietly to yourself, he was trying so hard for you. You brushed a hand slowly over his hair one more time, before dropping a kiss to his temple when he glanced at you for a moment, enjoying the little noise he made before swiftly averting his eyes, though he didn’t pull away from you, progress. He aimed a glare your way after a moment, eyes hard a gems, even as you returned to your current mission of getting him to relax.

Such a grumpy little thing, but then, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

[jusananimehoe]

Do you, by any chance, have a masterlist?

I surely do anon, right here xxx

I’ve also now linked it in my bio for you guys 🤗

[jusananimehoe]

im sorry if youve answered this but what characters do you write for? i didnt see a post about it

I’ve done a few different ones so currently I’ve written for

Dabi

Geten

Feitan

Overhaul

Chronostasis

Though I’m not opposed to trying to write for other bnha or hxh characters at all.

Need to suss out some more animes to become obssessed with and begin writing for 🧐

[jusananimehoe]

thank u so much for doing my request 🥺 its been something i struggle with a lot and im always scared to have someone see and react badly. your piece brought me a lot of comfort 🖤

Absolutely anytime anon, it was a pleasure to write for something so complex, I’m glad it could help you in some small way, never be afraid to be who you are, there’s nothing wrong with being a little broken sometimes, we’re all beautiful in unique ways🖤

[jusananimehoe]

I've come here to name you the best Feitan fic writer on tumblr. Thanks for feeding us Feitan fuckers with your amazing content ( *¯ ³¯*)♡

Ahhhh stop that I’ll blush, I’m so glad you’re enjoying, more food for you kids coming soon 😉

[jusananimehoe]

can u write something for feitan finding scars from self harm on his s/o? he enjoys torture and pain and its interesting to think how hed react to something like that one someone he cares about/loves

This turned into 1700 words, fucking hell, I got too carried away, but this subject hits very hard with me, so hopefully I did it justice. I absolutely believe Feitan is capable of caring, even loving, but it’d be a very different kind of love than what most would be used to. 

So, enjoy, hopefully xxx

warnings for blood, blood kinks, self-harm mentions, mentions of general mental health issues. 

Also; feel the need to mention that if any of you are suffering in any way, shape or form, my askbox is always open xxxx

How did I get here? You sighed, sinking further into the empty bathtub, trembling from head to toe as shame threatened to drown you, the horrible, but familiar ball of disgust was swirling wildly in your chest as you eyed the door nervously, praying he wouldn’t find you, like hell. You bit down on your lip as the doorknob turned slowly, you’d locked it, though you’d also known it wouldn’t keep him out, when had anything ever kept him out?

You allowed the smallest of smiles as your mind wandered, to all those months ago when he’d first come over your balcony, on the twenty-fifth floor at your apartment complex, eyes a little wild, hair a little windswept, aura radiating malicious intent. He’d smirked at you like some kind of deviant, eyes raking over your form, taking in the way your legs trembled, barely holding you up, enjoying your fear, perhaps a little too much, but gods, he’d looked so beautiful. Had you fallen in love with him in that very moment? Perhaps, perhaps it had been later, with how patient he had been, how willing to take things at your pace he had been, the space he had given you, it had all been such an experience, especially since you were well aware, he was a complete and total sadist.

He’d wanted to hurt you, you knew he wanted to hurt you, even to this day, and sometimes you even went willingly, more often than not these days, it was you who went in search of him, desperate to feel the stinging bite of his whip, or the wet, burning pain of his claws raking through your skin, like butter. He’d been more than willing to oblige you, of course, losing more and more control as you gave more of yourself to him with every passing day. You were grateful, you realised, laughing softly at the absurdity, grateful that he’d stolen you away in the middle of the night, and locked you up inside this place he sometimes called home, to be his own personal little toy, but what a life it had been so far.

And now I’ve ruined it all.

You whimpered softly and hid your face, pressed firmly against your knees as the door opened slowly, allowing the dark-haired man to slip inside without a sound, eyes locking on your form instantly. You couldn’t see his eyes burning into you, but you could defintley feel that loaded gaze, and a tremor racked your body as you sniffled quietly. It had been a moment of weakness on your part, a lapse in memory of exactly why you had always been so careful, though he’d seen you stripped down on many an occasion, you’d always dutifully covered the hideous marks up with the make-up that he’d supplied you with when you’d asked. The shame that wracked you now was deep, all encompassing at your own stupidity. He’s going to throw me away, no doubt about it

The scars on your legs had not faded over the years, mostly because you were a repeat offender, despite trying to get help multiple times, nothing had really ever made a difference, and you had tired of people always looking down on you, with their pitiful eyes, “oh but we understand what you’re going through”, or, even better, “why would you do something so revolting to yourself”? The scars had eventually just become a normal part of your body, and since you were too riddled with anxiety to ever really connect with anyone, they’d never been an issue, until him, of course. You’d been tired, too tired to remember your morning routine, and now here you were, hiding in a bathtub as he walked slowly towards you, you fought the urge to cry, or laugh at how pathetic you were.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The smallest ones were just pale lines across your upper thigh, the worst, the ones you had done in your most extreme episodes of self-hatred, were raised, bumpy, purple lines, that stood out a mile away, and you shook and cried quietly at the thought that he’d seen them, ghosted a finger over them, even, before your mind had screamed the realisation at you, which, in turn, had led to your very undignified bolt from the bedroom you’d recently begun sharing with him.

A soft touch against your throat had you shivering and biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, will he just get rid of me, or maybe even kill me? The gentle finger trailing down your neck forced a tiny little whimper from your throat, and a low growl rumbled from his chest in response as he swung into the tub with you, landing silently, to sit behind you. His hot breath on your ear had your eyes fluttering as he pulled you back against his cool chest, hands gripping tightly at your thighs even as you made a choked noise of distress at the action. A hot tongue ran slowly over the sensitive skin along your jaw, and you gasped quietly, leaning into him further as his teeth bit down harshly, eliciting a shaky little groan from you as you felt something wet dripping down your neck. His tongue ran over it instantly, shuddering as he cleaned the stinging wound carefully, nails drawing slow circles over your scarred skin even as you watched shakily.

He nuzzled into your throat then, and you turned slightly, before finally lifting your head to meet those eyes you loved so much, shivering at the intensity you found there, shivering when he leaned in to claim your mouth in a slow kiss, tongue surging forward into your mouth as he pulled you closer, tugging you around to straddle his slim waist, nails turning to claws, digging into your hips with a grin as you groaned against his hot mouth, shuddering against him as he clawed at your skin, slowly, with patience, and a care you knew he showed only to you. His eyes burned as he gazed down at your soft figure, eye twitching as he battled with his own self-control, tongue swiping over his lip as he squeezed the bloody claw marks.

His eyes snapped back up to your face then, and seemed to read the uncertainty there, the indescribable terror, at the thought of being abandoned by the only person you’d ever met who seemed to understand your need to be punished, to be hurt, to be pushed to the very limit of consent. His forehead touched yours gently, stormy eyes locked on yours as you breathed him in, comforted by the tangy smell of copper and blood that clung to him, strange to others, comforting to you. You bit your lip and took a risk, eyes flicking down so you didn’t have to see his reaction.

“I’m afraid that if I let you see every side of me, you’ll be disgusted”, whispered so softly you almost hoped he wouldn’t hear it, but judging by the tightening of his grip, the way his claws dug further into your supple flesh as you shivered, he’d heard you just fine. A warm mouth pressed against your jaw then, before moving up your face, across your cheeks, over your nose, pressing against your mouth, before tangling his tongue with yours again, slowly, like he was mapping out the inside of your mouth in intricate detail, leaving you gasping against his mouth when he finally pulled back to look at you, expression unreadable.

His eyes fluttered, his mouth turned down in a slight grimace before he opened it slowly, “I-“, he cut himself off, appearing frustrated by his inability to find the correct wording, his left hand moving up to card his now soft hands through your hair, lost in thought for a moment, considering carefully as you waited with bated breath, body trembling against him even as he tugged you closer, hands running up and down your arms to address the little bumps now appearing on your skin, when had it got so cold?

“I-“, he began again, still looking a touch uncertain as he tilted his head, eyes focusing on you with a seriousness that knocked all the breath out of your chest, “I-like-broken-things”, he managed to say, voice as monotone as it always was, and yet, you could feel the sudden emotion behind it, his desperate desire to get this right. ” Find-them-interesting”, he continued before shaking his head swiftly, looking annoyed with himself, “beautiful”, he amended quietly, “find-them-beautiful”. You trembled, nose brushing against his as your pressed closer to him.

“Maybe-that-is-why”, he began slowly, face scrunched in concentration, eyes a little wider than usual, “why-i-find-you-beautiful”, he finished, averting his eyes instantly, clearly uncomfortable. You shivered, arms trembling as you sat in his lap, hands running slow up and down his bare chest, eyes wet with unshed tears as you took it all in, he wasn’t leaving you. Your mouth found his a moment later, nails digging into his back and raking down his skin as he hissed underneath you in pleasure, claws returning to your hips again.

He claimed your mouth hungrily as you ground slowly down against him, moaning loudly into his mouth as he grabbed your ass, sharp claws breaking the skin with ease, pressing hard enough to leave a scar, for sure. “Only-me”, mumbled against your bare shoulder as he bit down, hard, drawing a desperate little squeal from you as you tugged on his dark locks pleadingly. “Only-I-hurt-you-now”, he finished before biting down viciously again, groaning as the taste of blood filled his mouth.

Your head collapsed against his as you trembled and gasped, body like a live wire against him as you went boneless, too enraptured in all the emotions, all the pleasure surging through you to really pay much attention, though you forced your brain to form a coherent sentence, knowing he’d be expecting a confirmation.

“Yes”, whispered softly against his hair as your breathing grew more laboured, “yes, only you”, enjoying the contented little hum against your stinging shoulder as he smirked slowly against your bloody skin, already bruising a dark purple under the sharp bite of his teeth.

“Only you, Feitan”.

[jusananimehoe]

i cant stop rereading ur piece with the 3 prompts you’re literally so talented <33

thankyou so much anon, glad you enjoyed it, i was pretty darn anxious about that piece 😅🥰