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[spiderlilydreams]

A Date With Death - Feitan

Feitan wanted to take you somewhere secluded. Usually people wouldn't trust going somewhere alone, and secluded, with someone like Feitan, but your situation was different. Somehow you got a sadistic murderer to fall for you. Maybe it was the way you didn't run, or the way you seemed interested in the afterwork of one of his torturing sessions- but he loved you. You didn't judge him, you smelt like warmth, you kept him from the overwhelming silence that suffocated him. You let him torture people in peace, you never ran. He had no idea why. Most people couldn't stand the sight. You fascinated him.

       

The crisp night air felt good on your skin as Feitan held your hand, leading you through the many graves that surrounded you both. It was peaceful, the only sound the sound of footsteps on dirt and leaves from you both and the sound of the trees howling in the wind. Feitan every so often looked behind him, like he was making sure you didn't run away from him. As you got deeper into the cemetery, Feitan seemed more excited. Then he stopped in front of a certain tree, above a dusty grave. He went to the tree, picking the small red fruit that covered the tree. They were cherries. Looking like blood, Feitan fed you a couple of cherries, him reminding you to not swallow the pits. You both sat on the grave of the person you didn't know. You tried dusting off the grave, and Feitan smirked at you.

     

  "Dead long ago. I torture them." Feitan said in his usual way of speaking that you found endearing. He was smiling, like this grave belonged to someone special he tortured. You almost felt a bit jealous, which was a strange feeling you thought, but you shrugged it off. "They first. That I torture." Feitan spoke up again, scooting closer to you on the grave, touching your cheek with a knife he usually hid in his pocket. You sighed in contentment, moving your face closer to the cold blade. Feitan smiled happily at this. 

  "You special." Feitan whispered, closer to your face. He cut you lightly with the blade, lifting it to lick off your blood with a smirk.

[spiderlilydreams]

I made this wallpaper for my phone recently. I feel like others might like it. If you do, feel free to use it. I like the vibes of it. 🖤🕸🕷

Feitan is my obsession ;-;

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❤️~I'm really happy I rewrote the first part of my meeting Phantom Troupe men at a party fic. I tried a style of writing I've seen a lot on Tumblr, and it was really meh, and not my style. I feel much happier with it now. I think I'm happy with how I wrote the second part, but I might want to change it later. I'll have to see. Also, I'm so happy I added gifs and pictures to my posts.~❤️

Idk who made the picture TT_TT 💔

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Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, blow jobs, creampies, rough sex (kinda), female oral receiving, sex toys, etc. MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Work Place Fuck Buddy

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Kurapika -

Kurapika is your new secretary. You're his boss, and you love to tease him. When you hired him, he was a blushing mess, his eyes trying to avert their gaze at your cleavage and curvy body. This made you want to tease him.

You'd often come up behind him while he worked at his front desk, bending over so your mouth would be close to his ear, your voice like silk. Kurapika would squeak and cover his face with his hands blushing and, for some reason, apologizing. His cock would be hard against his pants, and for the rest of the day he wouldn't be able to work as well, stuttering when trying to talk to people at the front desk. You'd just be leaning against the door, watching him and smiling mischeviously.

Eventually, you'd end up having a work friends with benefits situation. Quite the scandal if it got out. This didn't stop you from teasing him. No, it made it even more fun for you.

One day, as he was working, you came to pretend to call someone on the front desks phone, reaching your hand down to Kurapika's leg. He jumped, and you had to shush him. You'd bring out his pretty pink dripping cock and jerk him under the desk, Kurapika blushing and biting his lip trying to not let out moans and whimpers. You'd deal with people who came to the front desk, talking with your sweet voice, the people seeing the bright red Kurapika with his head on his arms, thinking nothing of it. Maybe he was just taking a quick nap, and you were helping out.

Helping out you were. Kurapika couldn't help but let a struggled whimper when he spurt warm semen all over your offices floor. You just kicked the desk, trying to cover up his whimper, wearing your signature smile as a new person walked up to the desk.

Later Kurapika profusely apologized for cumming all over the floor, but you quieted him, speaking of needing to punish him. Kurapika's obedient cock perked up at this, his tip sloppy with precum. You demanded for him to kneel before you, Kurapika doing so right away. He looked so cute when blushing and looking up with such sweet large eyes. You brought his face to your pussy, him immediately delving into your soaked pussy, licking and sucking you hungrily while whimpering. You made sure he stayed on his knees, and didn't touch himself. You stood tall above him, and he'd look up all red with glazed over eyes, begging for more.

Feitan -

Feitan always had dark under eyes from his chronic insomnia. It didn't help that he had to work with you, the hottest woman he's ever seen. He would blush around you, covering his face with his bangs, trying to escape you as you with a bubbly voice tried to talk to him. He'd go to the bathroom and lean against the door, trying desperately to calm his aching cock.

He'd stay up late, looking at your social media's, which he found due to your work friend Shalnark. He'd look at your selfies with tired eyes, illuminated by the blue light, pumping his leaking cock, guilt ignored by his lust for you.

The next day, he wouldn't be able to look at you. You always worried about him, seeing how tired he'd look and how he barely ate at work. One day, you brought over some food you made for him, saying that you made it for him because you were worried. Feitan almost fainted right there with his increased heart rate, shaking as he grabbed the food, mumbling a thank you. From then on, you'd bring him food and even baked goods.

Feitan, as time would go on, would get more and more desperate to be with you. He'd glare at his fellow male co-workers, obviously flirting with you.

Eventually, one day, while you were getting something in the faculty lounge, you got to be alone with Feitan. Your heart beat fast, as you stammered out that you have a work crush on him and that you can't hold back from admitting it anymore. In almost a blink of an eye, Feitan would be pulling you into one of the storage rooms, pushing you up against the shelves, making out with you passionately. It'd take no time before Feitan would have your face pushed up against the shelves, slamming his throbbing cock deep into your womb. He'd fuck you so hard and fast, letting out all the need he's been building up, resisting. Random items would be falling off the shelves and your moans would radiate off the walls. You thanked the universe that all the other staff were at a lame pizza party on the first floor, unable to hear you getting pounded and stuffed with semen. You would barely be able to walk out of the room, Feitan's seed leaking out of you and soaking your panties.

Feitan, for the rest of the day, would smirk from his cubicle, watching you struggling to walk down the hallway.

You were no longer safe at the office, Feitan's slender fingers always somehow ended up in your drenched panties. You couldn't help but submit when you'd feel his cold hand reach up your thigh during office meetings. He loved it when you wore short skirts that teased him so much with no tights underneath. Just as you were about to speak, Feitan slipped a finger under your drenched panties, then pushing it into your warm accepting cunt. You'd let out a struggled sound, making everyone peer at you suspiciously. "I'm sorry everyone, I-I didn't get much sleep last night.." You stammered out, Feitan grinning.

Chrollo -

Chrollo was your boss, and you were his secretary. You knew Chrollo was the type of boss to seduce his secretaries, but you thought you'd be able to resist his charm.

You were wrong.

You were under Chrollo's desk as he worked on paperwork, kneeling between his legs, lips snug around his thick dick. He'd every so often reach his hand down to support your head and push more of himself into your small mouth, groaning softly under his breath. If someone would come into his office, he'd just smile as if nothing is going on, letting them even sit in the chair across from him. You tried your best to continue sucking him without making a noise, but Chrollo was evil. Just as you barely managed to take more of him into your mouth, Chrollo pushed your head so you were now taking all of his cock. Chrollo, with perfect timing, covered his mouth pretending to choke as you did so, cursing at yourself in your head for your mistake. The person asked Chrollo what was wrong, but he just kept on showing his charming smile and saying that nothing was the matter.

Chrollo wanted to cum in your mouth with the person in his office. Purposefully he typed slow, dragging on the conversation, as he dragged your pretty tight lips around his cock. When Chrollo came, he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh that was a bit shakey. The person just thought he was tired from trying to finish up what he was doing, but no, he was pumping endless ropes of white thick cum in your obedient throat.

After all of that, Chrollo would sit your pretty self on his desk, praising you for how well you did. You were blushing, wetness coating your thighs from arousal from the whole ordeal.

Chrollo wouldn't pleasure you quite yet, though. No, he was a devil. He'd slip a tiny remote control vibrator into your panties, right on your clit, sending you back to your cubicle. He'd watch with a smile as you convulsed from a orgasm in one of the cameras he had for the office. You had to cover your mouth with your hand as you rode it out, feeling overstimulated as you came down from your orgasm from the vibrator. After your orgasm, he'd just turn the setting up higher, laughing to himself as you'd end up cumming again, this time a little more loud.

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I hope I wrote this alright. It was a comment asking for this idea, and I did my best trying to write it. I'm sorry if there are any errors. I also got kind of carried away writing some smut in this fic 🫣

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Smut (quite a bit of it) pregnancy, breeding kink, creampies galore, mentions of blood and torture, but nothing too extreme, some sad stuff but not too much, lots and lots of sappy love family stuff lol, and some more, I'm sure

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Feitan As a Dad

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Feitan with a gremlin smile came up behind you, rubbing your pregnant stomach, making you squeak. Feitan laughed softly. He then pulled you into a tight hug, still rubbing your stomach. You melted against him, feeling relaxed at his gentle touches. You remembered when Feitan wasn’t as gentle, and had no idea how to approach intimacy. You cherished a memory of the first time when Feitan actually held you, about to fall asleep. How his breathing slowed, how he gently rubbed your body exploratively, how he pulled you closer with his slender hands gripping your soft flesh, the way his content face looked, and how his body felt completely relaxed compared to the usual stiffness his body would have. You’d always smile remembering how he woke up cuddled into you in the early hours of the morning, startled by the contact of your body so close to his. You remember pulling him in closer to you, and how Feitan didn’t fight back. He just gripped at your soft body against him, gripping onto you like this would be the last time he ever got to. 

It didn’t take long before you were swollen with Feitan’s seed. After that night together, Feitan refused to leave your side. You could be doing anything, and Feitan would just embrace you, feeling you all over your body with his boney shaking hands. He always seemed nervous at first, but even with his nerves, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. He couldn’t stop holding you, desperate for the warmth he never received before. You still blush remembering the first time he touched the warmth between your thighs. How his hands ran up your thighs, how Feitan’s breathing was quickened, how he had you bent over the dining table. You knew what Feitan felt like when hard pressed against you. In the morning, after cuddling every night, Feitan's member would be unbearably hard pressed against you. One of the mornings, Feitan half asleep, grinded his erection against your thighs without knowing, since he was asleep. You had trouble breathing, trying to not pull him in closer, but the more you tried to resist, the closer Feitan would pull you in. He was clingy to an extreme degree, and all you could do that morning was soak your panties and feel Feitan’s need against you. When he woke up, he didn’t say anything, he never did. You had no idea what Feitan wanted most of the time back then, but with you bent over the dining room table, you finally had an idea. Feitan feels safe with you, Feitan feels attraction to you, Feitan doesn’t want to stop filling you with his warm semen. Love was never a conversation brought up between you both, but you knew. Even if Feitan couldn’t express the feeling, you knew by the adoration in his eyes. He knew you loved him too, and Feitan couldn’t resist you knowing that. That someone accepted him, wanted to be with him, wanted to carry his love. 

He was too good with his hands. He knew about the human body, but even more so, he knew you. He knew he was pleasing you, and it made him unbelievably needy. The first time he touched your soaked core, Feitan couldn’t even breathe. His hand explored you a bit at first, but it took no time at all for him to have two fingers pumping in you. You came way too early when he finally rubbed your clit. He knew, somehow, maybe through stalking, how you liked to be touched. It should’ve worried you, but you were already far gone. When you came it shook the table, and you squirted harder than you ever have before. Before you could apologize in embarrassment, Feitan had your ass in the air, your wet pussy exposed to his feasting eyes. You never thought you’d hear your usually quiet Feitan, make the noises he did. When he licked your pussy, he was groaning in delight, every so often cursing in his native tongue. You almost came again when he flipped you over so your legs were wide apart, him delving his tongue immediately in your warm dripping cunt once again. He looked even more deranged than usual, but it didn’t scare you. Your juices were coating every inch of his face. His black hair was a mess, and his eyes were full of crazed lust. His cheeks were warm and pink from blushing intensely. 

Once he entered you, there was no turning back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, absolutely drunk off of lust, pounding his throbbing cock deep in your womb. Still connected, he carried you into your now shared bedroom, keeping his cock secure in your tight pussy. You were always impressed with his strength because of his smaller frame. He gently sat you on the bed, crawling on top of you as you laid back. You felt his cock twitch, making your pussy squeeze tightly around him, and your hips buck in need for more of him. Feitan’s breath hitched at this, desperately trying to not release his seed so soon into your accepting cunt. He fell on top of you, slowly fucking into your sloppy pussy. He came faster than he wanted, and you knew you’d be addicted to him forever as soon as he came hard in your womb. He was shaking slightly, whimpering as he stuffed your pussy with his thick white semen. He cursed more in his language as you came again when he came. Your pussy was gripping onto his cock, you moaning his name over and over, making Feitan against his will fill you even more, draining every bit of his warm semen. He didn’t pull out for a while. He collapsed on you, and then he nuzzled your neck. You thought he fell asleep, but minutes later he was sloppily fucking into you, gripping onto your hips, and then pulling your thighs up around his waist. 

Feitan since then was addicted to filling you with cum. Feitan was almost always feral, and you couldn't do anything without him gripping onto your plush body, and fucking semen into you. It made sense you got pregnant. It made sense you got pregnant twice, now with a child, and twins on the way. 

You were happy that you had Phink’s wife by your side. No matter how much Feitan tried to be there for you, he could never grasp how to help you in certain situations, but he tried. Phink’s wife was also pregnant at the moment, and had also already had a child. You both joked that maybe Feitan and Phink’s planned it this way. They'd deny it, but their blushing faces and stammering was cute to see. Phink’s wife and you tried to not wonder about it too much, enjoying having someone to relate to through the pregnancies and raising children. 

Phink’s had a somewhat normal daughter. He always seemed the type to be a good dad, and that he was. He was over protective (of course) and often was going on some adventure with all of you. Feitan laughed way too hard when he found out Phink’s had a daughter. He teased him for passing on the “girly girl” to his child, and then when Phink’s daughter was old enough to understand, Feitan told his daughter the story. Phink’s could not escape Feitan's torment. 

Your child on the other hand, wasn't so normal. There was no way you were going to have a normal child with Feitan, there was just no way. You gave birth to a boy, who looked almost like a little clone of Feitan. Chrollo couldn't help but sigh when he saw your child. He predicted Feitan would make a little clone of himself, and this scared him. 

This made it easier for Feitan to accept being a father though. To Feitan it was like looking into a mirror, and almost in a weird way, healing his inner child. It warmed your heart seeing Feitan hold yours and his child. He was gentle, thanks to you mostly. He looked content whenever he interacted with what to him, is like taking care of a younger him, who never got to be taken care of. 

You were stressed at first, bringing two more children into both of your lives. Feitan didn't react badly like you had thought. He was mature, logical, about approaching such a thing. It almost seemed out of character, unreal, for Feitan to accept being a father. To live a new life full of warmth and intimacy. Love even. You knew it'd take time. He still worked for the Phantom Troupe after all. There were some nights where he'd come home dripping in blood, and you'd send your son immediately to his bedroom. You'd wash Feitan, who was quiet and a lot more cold than you had become accustomed to. Even then, you out of anyone, knew Feitan the most. You knew how to help him. With just a bit of time in the bath, Feitan would be able to relax and decompress. You'd be able to feed him some leftovers, and then have your son join the two of you in a hug. Feitan would slowly look to be happy, a sort of warmth becoming of him. 

He still enjoyed torture, but it had turned into something different with the new kind of lifestyle he had. He enjoyed torturing horrible people, and anyone who'd bother you or his son. He was ruthless, and enjoyed their misery. He'd never bring it home to you both, but you'd know if he enjoyed himself. Some of those times he came home bloody, he'd be smiling a bit, and that's when you knew taking care of him would look much different. You'd get excited, biting your lip as he showered and put on casual clothes. When he was like this, he'd torture you for hours before fucking you. The kind of torture would look different. Instead of him removing nails and fingers, he had instead, his own fingers deep in your warm loving cunt. He always looked animalistic, crazed, psychotic even, and you adored him for it. You actually were excited for the times he'd come home this way. 

You were all a perfect family, in an odd, twisted way. No matter how weird all of you were as a family, there was so much love, more than Feitan would have ever imagined in his life. Not really knowing how, Feitan would still try muttering loving words before you'd fall asleep as he held you now, like you used to do for him. Sometimes, your son would even ask to come cuddle. He'd talk to your stomach sometimes.

The words that stuck with you the most that Feitan had said one night were, "I understand now. What family is."

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MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Penatrative sex, creampie, mentions of blood, rough sex (not too rough though), dirty talk, degrading, and there might be more, but I'm unsure

Feitan Fucking You When The Troupe Can Hear

Maniacal laughter echoed through the halls at the Phantom Troupe hideout. Most of the group were playing cards, as the insane laughter, moaning, and screaming was being heard. They didn't seem to pay much mind, almost like it was usual to them. 

“Do you think y/n-chan is going to be alright?” Asked Shalnark, obviously covering up his enjoyment from the sounds with a look of concern. 

“That moaning explains everything. If anything, y/n sounds like she is enjoying herself. No worries little Shalnark~” Cooed Hisoka, making Shalnark cringe. 

The sounds intensified, and the Troupe could only imagine what was happening between Feitan and you. Little did they know, Feitan was making you moan and scream like that just with two fingers. None of them could have prepared themselves for the sounds that would begin when Feitan was pounding your wet pussy. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He laughed psychotically, before spitting out aggressively with a thrust, “Filthy whore!” Your pussy sucked him in deeper as Feitan pounded into you with no mercy, making you scream and coat the bed in your arousal over and over. Your vision was blurry, your expression fucked out, your body over stimulated but still cumming all over Feitan’s perfect cock. Feitan just continued to bully your abused cunt, even rubbing fast circles on your clit like he watched you do before. This made you cum again, your pussy gripping his cock as you pulsed desperately around him. 

He pressed down on your stomach as he got ready to fill you with his warm thick semen. His other hand was gripping your thigh, which was bleeding from Feitan's sharp fingernails cutting into you. It drove Feitan even more wild, him enjoying you in such an abused, messy state. 

He gave no warning, just continued laughing maniacally as he pumped streams of his warm thick cum in you, which coated your abused walls. 

Feitan cursed in his native tongue as he came down from his high. It took him what seemed like seconds to be ready for round two. Then you both heard knocking on the door. 

“Hey, be careful you two. Having a little Feitan running around seems maddening, we already have one, we don't need another little one around here.” Chrollo said behind the door, smirking to himself. 

Feitan did not respond. Instead he lifted your aching legs on his shoulders, and positioned his glistening cock at your sore entrance. He immediately slammed himself back into your destroyed cunt, grunting and smiling like a madman as you clawed at him, screaming. 

Chrollo was chuckling on the other side of the door. He appreciated how little Feitan cared about anyone hearing you both.

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Hey!! Could you do the hc of Chrollo waking up in the middle of the night to take care of his crying baby.. pleaseeeee❤️

Of course! I hope I'm doing everything correctly since I'm still new to Tumblr. I hope you enjoy this fic.

Chrollo was always very attentive towards you. He seemed to always know what you needed and wanted. Sometimes, he'd even know what you needed or wanted before you knew yourself. You questioned sometimes if he could read your mind. You sleeping wasn't an exception to this. If you ever had a nightmare, talked in your sleep, or even moved, he'd immediately wake up and be there for you.

One night you were feeling emotional, and were crying as you cuddled Chrollo. You tried to be quiet, but it was no use. As soon as Chrollo heard you crying, he woke up and pulled you into a tight warm hug. You tried to hide your face against his chest, feeling bad that you woke him up. He of course didn't mind, since he'd do anything for his precious baby.

"What's wrong darling?" He said softly, his voice sounding gravely and deep due to him still being a bit sleepy. You held onto him tighter, as tears still fell down your cheeks.

"Bad thoughts." You said tearfully, hiding your face in his chest. Chrollo noticed you were hiding, and put his finger under your chin, lifting your sweet face so that he could see you. Your eyes were swollen and red from crying.

"You're safe little one. I'm here to protect you, and I'll always be here for you. No matter what you're going through." His voice was comforting, and you began to cry happy tears from his kindness. He wiped your tears gently, placing a loving kiss on your forehead.

For the rest of the night, Chrollo held you so tight that it was sometimes hard to breathe. His scent, and warm embrace helped you in finally drifting off to sleep.

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Warning: Alcohol, hangover, mentions of sex (but not in that much detail) MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT!!!

After the Party (part 2)

[Phinks, Hisoka, Chrollo, Illumi, Shalnark, Feitan]

Phinks -

After the intense multiple rounds of lovemaking, you both sneak out of the apartment together as the night is young. Phinks tells you he wants to take you somewhere, as he leads you to his motorcycle. You climb on behind him, gripping onto his muscular frame, the dazzling city lights glimmering as you both speed into the night. The rush consumes you, you laughing as you hug onto Phinks back, never wanting to let go. Phinks takes you to what seems to be a small mom and pop pizzeria. The older man and older woman take Phinks into their arms, cooing on how it's been so long since they've seen him. Phinks introduces you, you blushing, as you learn Phinks used to come to this same pizzeria all the time, and is friends with the owners. You both munch on greasy pizza, telling each other about your lives, the older couple giggling in the back watching you both, saying how you both are a cute couple. After eating the pizza and you both saying goodbye, Phinks navigates you somewhere new again. He seems to know all the best places. He brings you into a museum, specifically dragging you to the Egyptian mythology section. You both hold onto each other, laughing and consuming the history, enjoying each other. You even take some pictures, the one where you kiss Phinks cheek, becoming both of your wallpapers.

Hisoka -

You awake in his master bedrooms large bed, you hearing whistling and singing in what seems to be the kitchen. When you walk into the living room, you take in the wreckage of many passed out strangers, seeing things you thought you'd ever see. Hisoka is cooking eggs, as if everything is normal around him, singing in his pretty pink apron. He serves you, sitting next to you, smiling at you, his chin on his hands as he leans close. You ask him what he's smiling about, and he sings, "You're so beautiful, you know that?~" You blush, eating his surprisingly good eggs. The rest of the day, he takes you out to the city, his personal maids and butlers cleaning the party aftermath. You both enjoy delicious food, and he buys you whatever you want, you performing some private fashion shows for him. The whole time, Hisoka is smiling ear to ear. You think the end of the day is drawing near when the sun sets, you getting into his fancy car, until he turns to you. "How would you like being my pretty princess all the time?" Your heart fills with warmth, yelling yes over and over as you rapidly kiss Hisoka, him chuckling the whole time in glee.

Chrollo -

Chrollo, for the rest of the night, treats you like you are his Queen. He takes you to a five-star restaurant, letting you eat whatever you desire, sipping on red wine as he smirks in satisfaction. In the restaurant, Chrollo can't resist pulling you onto his lap in front of everyone, covering your neck and lips in adoring kisses. The people around you judge, but Chrollo glares at them, just pulling you in closer, protecting you from the sight. You end up in his own penthouse, it being much more regal and dark than Hisoka's, matching his more mysterious allure. He carries you to his bedroom, laying you softly onto the silky red sheets, leaving kisses on you from head to toe. You make love again and again. It never-ending as you both ride passionate orgasms, the King and Queen of the world beneath you. After many orgasms, he carries you to his large shower, pressing your back against the cool tiled wall, pulling your body in close as he enters you again, his hair getting wet as he stares at you with such longing and intensity. The night ends as he tells you to swear you'll never leave him.

You both intimately share how you feel this night was meant to happen. You both feel like you fit each other perfectly. He whispers in your ear, "I've finally found you..."

Illumi -

Passed out on Illumi still, he picks you up, not wanting to leave you alone at the party. He carries you to his families limo, brushing hair out of your face delicately. He sits you on his lap as you mumble how much you appreciate him, making Illumi blush a bit, surprised by his own reaction. He tries to leave you in a guest bedroom, but you whine as he goes to place you on the bed. Illumi, shocked slightly, continues to hold onto you. You begin crying again in the night, telling him not to leave you. Illumi tries to comprehend your emotions, carrying you to his room instead. He places you next to him in his large bed and lets you rest your head on his chest, you falling asleep again. He holds you close all night, on high alert if you ever toss and turn or talk in your sleep, him wanting to be there for you in some way, even if he was new to doing so. You woke up feeling ill and unable to move, Illumi carrying you to the bathroom, holding your hair back, rubbing your back so gently. You thanked him profusely, him just nodding his head, pulling you in for a hug, him never wanting you to leave his sight.

Shalnark -

After the party, Shalnark takes you to karaoke. Once again, it's a competition, except now with both of your voices, that you're both losing. Shalnark orders you both junk as he teases you about your singing voice. You end up play fighting, and he pushes you down onto the couch with a sly grin. You pout, and Shalnark teases you even more, making you blush. You both end up kissing each other, him still on top of you as your tongues fight for dominance. Shalnark ends up taking off his shirt, and you end up taking off your clothes as well, still in your undergarments. You're both so lost in a hazy lust that you forgot you ordered food. The server opens the door as you both are heavily kissing each other. The server almost drops all of your food, bewildered, but entranced, by the passionate sight in front of them. You both don't notice, so lost in a daze, and the server leaves like they were never there. You both end up neglecting the food, too lost in each other to care about anything else.

Feitan -

After what seems like hours of you talking to Feitan while he listens, you both end up sitting closer and closer together. The party dies down inside, and Feitan and you feel your night has just begun, never wanting the night to be over. Even though Feitan never speaks a word to you, you feel safe in his presence. Like you were meant to find each other tonight, on the beautiful balcony observing the colorful city below. After it seems some of the last people pass out inside, Feitan stands in front of you, offering you his hand. You take it, captivated as Feitan leads you into the night. You're both running towards a destination you do not know in the city, but Feitan seems to know. He leads you to a random tunnel opening. Most people would be afraid, but the thought doesn't even come to your mind, descending into the dark under city tunnels with the mysterious Feitan. He pulls you by your hand through the passageways, your guide through the darkness, just faint light from cracks in the cement above you. Then you both come to a room underground. There is graffiti everywhere, but also books scattered everywhere. Some old candles melting on the cement floor. A single lamp barely lighting the space, plugged into a rough looking outlet. Feitan takes off his coat, laying it on the ground, you being able to take in his toned, yet lean body underneath a long sleeve black shirt. You sit on his coat with him, as he takes out a lighter from his pocket, asking if you trust him. It's the first time he's spoke to you, his raspy voice giving you chills all over your body. You say yes, and he lights the candles around you, the dim flickering light tickling both of your faces in a warm glow. He stares into your eyes with a sense of longing for a while, before leaning in for a kiss with you. He's rough, inexperienced, but passionate. He ends up on top of you, hungrily devouring your lips, you responding with burning lust. Your moans echo as he kisses, licks, and bites you all over your body. Even though he's inexperienced, he has burning passion, you can feel with every rough touch he gives you, you both like wild animals consuming each other, groaning, whining, panting, growling. You experience many orgasms in the barely lit underground, the experience intimate to just the two of you, the city above you a whole other world, but as above, so below coming to thought as you both feel the most alive you've ever felt, connected together under the city in your own unique way.

[spiderlilydreams]

You Meet Some Naruto Men At a Underground Club

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sexual themes, some smut but not that descriptive, one of the short fics has mentions of sexual harassment that goes along with the fic, but it's from a random character, not the character that the short fic is about

[Itachi, Sasuke, Naruto, Kakashi, Sasori, Kisame, Deidera]

Itachi -

You were dancing on the dance floor with your friends, swaying your hips to every beat perfectly. The thundering music pulsed through you, and the lights perfectly decorated your body. You glimpsed at the eyes around you, two deep black eyes catching your attention. His features were serious and mature, a shot in his hand, him watching you dance, while sipping the drink slowly. The more you watched him, in a trance, the more interested he got in you. He approached you on the dancefloor, handsome and tall before you. He swayed with you for a bit, before asking you if you wanted him to take you on an actual date. He'd be big on asking if you trust him, and after agreeing, and telling your friends, he'd grab your hand and swiftly navigate you through the crowd of dancing people. He drives a luxurious car, and the city lights would illuminate you both as he drove, him looking so handsome driving with his elegant hands, with painted fingernails and rings. He'd take you out to a five star restaurant, letting you eat whatever you desire, paying for it all. Eventually you'd end up at his apartment, a penthouse apartment on the top floor of a skyscraper. It has huge windows that reach the floor around you, so you feel like you're on top of the world. Everything is modern, dimly lit in the apartment. When you'd eventually end up in bed with Itachi, the cityscape in view beside you, he'd be gentle and intimate with you. He'd leave small kisses all over your body, you both touching each other like it's your first time touching another person, out of awe with each other, like you're both artwork worthy of high praise. You'd make slow, passionate love, with orgasms you'd be entranced with lights from the city tickling your vision.

Sasuke -

You'd want to take a break from the dance floor, opening random doors, looking for a private room to decompress. One of the rooms you'd open, you'd see a handsome man, sitting on the large crimson couch to himself. You'd try to leave but before you do, the man would almost demand you join him. When you do, he motions for you to sit on his lap, but is big on telling you only if you feel comfortable doing so. You'd sit on his lap, feeling his toned body press up against you. His dark eyes staring deeply into you, making you blush and nervous. You'd both just talk for a bit, him wondering why you came to the room he's in, and you wondering the same. You'd learn he came for his friends, but isn't big on parties or anything like that. The more you'd both talk, the closer your bodies would get to each other, eventually you both melting into a passionate, aggressive kiss, you both ripping each other's clothes off. Sasuke would waste no time, pounding into you roughly, you both riding a intense high. For the rest of the night, you'd spend it with Sasuke. You'd chat, share stories, but most of all, have multiple rounds of intense sex, fucking like this is the last time either of you would have sex.

Naruto -

You were apart of a large truth or dare game, a large crowd gathering around you. One of the random drunks would dare you to kiss Naruto, Naruto blushing and saying over and over that you didn't have to. You'd come over to him, Naruto stuttering and obviously very nervous. You'd pull him into a long, firey kiss, that Naruto would immediately respond to, both of your tongues battling. You'd end up pushing one another onto one of the couches, grinding and making out like wild animals, people shocked around you. You both wouldn't mind, feeling like the only thing that existed, was both of you sharing this moment. Loud music would vibrate both of you, lights blinding everything. You both would be so lost in the passion, nothing else seeming to exist. As people would start passing out from drugs and alcohol, you'd both still be making out, even sneaking in some quick sex, no one around you knowing, you both too dazed in lust even if they did.

Kakashi -

You noticed him the moment you entered the club, him tall and handsome amongst people you payed no interest in. All that mattered to you was him. He was working at the bar. You'd immediately sit at the bar, asking for a drink he recommended. He'd make your drink with a wink with his uncovered eye. You'd stare at him as he worked, noticing he was only flirting with you. After a couple hours of the intense flirting, he'd pretend he couldn't hear you asking a question, leaning in to "hear" you better. You'd blush, beginning to repeat yourself, before he'd remove the bottom of his mask, pulling you into a kiss. You'd pull him in close, but he'd pull you in even closer. You'd eventually end up sitting on the bar table, making out intensely with Kakashi, him gripping your hips, and holding you close to him. You both payed no mind as people frowned and got angry, you both still making out hungrily. Eventually he'd lift you up, carrying you to the bathroom, but not bringing you to a stall out of respect, sitting you up on the sink counter instead. You'd both begin stripping crazily, having rough sex on the sink, Kakashi smirking in the bathroom mirror everytime he'd see his reflection and pound into you. You'd spend the rest of the night in the bathroom with Kakashi, you both having ownership of the bathroom basically, people refusing to use it because of the intense sex you both were having.

Sasori -

The loud music was getting to you, you taking a break on one of the couches. Your friends payed no mind, still dancing to themselves. You'd begin feeling a panic attack coming, looking to the ground, covering your ears desperately with your hands. Then you felt someone tapping you on the shoulder. A handsome man standing there with red hair. He'd join you on the couch, offering you headphones he pulls out of his bag that he brought. You'd accept them with thankfulness, noticing the headphones are noise canceling to a degree when you put them on. Sasori would smile, and bring out something else from his bag. Fingerpuppets? He'd begin pretending the fingerpuppets were dancing, obviously trying to cheer you up. You'd be giggling and thankful. Eventually he'd offer you a fingerpuppet, you both pretending they were slow dancing. People would look at you both weirded out, but you both didn't care. As the night carried on, you'd both get to know each other through texting each other right next to each other. Sasori would text asking for a kiss innocently, obviously very nervous as he typed. You'd both exchange a delicate kiss that led into a more passionate, but gentle kiss, you both lost in your own little world.

Kisame -

Kisame was working as the security guard of the club, big and tall, intimidating to the club goers. He'd stand against the wall next to the entrance, observing in case all hell broke loose. He'd notice you on the dancefloor, looking scared as a tall, lanky man who looked like a snake followed you throughout the dancefloor. When the man began to grind his body against yours, Kisame rushed through the crowd, standing tall behind the man. You looked scared, tears welling up in your eyes, as Kisame pushed the creepy man to the floor. You stood there speechless, as you watched Kisame crouch down to be eye level with you, telling you, you're safe now, and that he's looking out for you. For the rest of the night, instead of being on the dancefloor, you stood nearby to where Kisame was perched, him keeping watch, every once in awhile peering over to smile at you. The gentle giant even ordered you what you found out to be hot chocolate instead of alcohol, because you were shivering a bit from the cold. He'd also offer you his large jacket afterwards, you drowning in the warm fabric, sipping the hot cocoa. You watched the club with Kisame, noticing his large muscles in his exposing t-shirt, thinking about how gentle he is.

Deidara -

Deidara was working as one of the main djs for the night, him illuminated by the blinding lights, loud music pounding away onto the dancefloor. Deidara shone up there, his positive aura infecting the dancefloor. He took notice in you, standing the closest to him upfront, shaking your hips and shaking your succulent ass. Deidara was starstruck by you, purposefully picking higher and higher pace music, to watch you keep up so masterfully with the music. During his break, he watched you stop dancing, going to get a drink. He came up behind you, beginning to talk with you at the bar. You blushed as you praised his skills, Deidara beaming from your praise. Deidara when going back to dj would bring you up with him, him offering you headphones for the noise, you sitting on his lap. You watched him masterfully using his hands, as the music vibrated you on his lap. You melted against him, feeling so special in that moment. Deidara would begin to dj with one hand, no one on the dancefloor paying notice, too entranced by the music. Deidara would tease your body, until eventually touching you to the point of your orgasm, you becoming undone in front of thousands, not one person noticing, as you rode your high with heavy music tingling your body, Deidara smiling from ear to ear at your orgasm.

[spiderlilydreams]

Meeting Some Phantom Troupe Men At a Party

(Part 1)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sexual themes but no full on smut, and suicide mention that goes along with one of the short fics

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Feitan -

You go out onto the balcony of the large penthouse for some fresh air. Feitan has been out there the whole time by himself, just overlooking the city. You both can hear the faint music and the sounds of the city. It's dark, but you're both illuminated by neon lights from inside the party every so often. Feitan was messing around with his umbrella, just waiting for the night to be over. You walked to look over the balconies railing, but you looked a little too far off the edge. Feitan came closer to you, interested in what you might do. You both just stared at each other for a while, not really talking. Then you spoke up, trying to explain the reason why you were looking over the edge, and Feitan listened to you, interested a bit as you spoke. The rest of the night, you did most of the talking, and Feitan listened, not speaking once. Surprisingly, Feitan didn't leave or tell you to leave. He just quietly listened to you. It was just you and him, the cool breeze, bustling city, and lights around you both, sharing a moment with just the two of you. You both were thankful to be outside the party together.

Phinks -

Phinks was at the bar, sipping on some hard liquor, egging on arm wrestling, and fights going on around him. You were the bartender for the night, refilling his drink as he yelled at the guy's, the music loud and pounding. He stared at you a lot, and you stared back. Every once in a while, you served him free booze. He caught on and tried flirting with you, but you both could not hear each other. After a while of the frustration, you both met up in one of the random bedrooms, a steamy make-out session erupting. The room felt private, and cozy, dim modern lighting around you both, the faint sound of music in the background, penthouse window illuminating you both by the city lights dazzling outside. Phinks tasted of hard liquor and was a rough kisser, but somehow gentle and almost sweet in the session.

Hisoka -

Hisoka was the host of the party. He has a couple of penthouses he owns. You met him in a game of spin the bottle. He looked at you seductively as he went to spin the bottle for his turn. It landed on you. Hisoka initiated, standing up and walking towards you as you sat on the rug. He was smiling devilishly. He bent down, putting his finger under your chin and tilting your head upwards. The kiss was intense, and the other people playing the game didn't notice because they were drunk and high off their asses. You melted into the kiss, hungry tongues fighting for dominance. Hisoka picked you up and called you the "lucky princess~" of the night, carrying you into his master bedroom. After your intense time together, he drew a bath in his large jacuzzi, and you both shared a intimate moment washing each other, laughing, sipping on wine, candles lit, the crazy party just right outside the master bathroom. It was just you two in your own bubbly world. The rest of the night, if any drunk person accidently opened the door, Hisoka teased them by offering them to join the both of you.

Chrollo -

Chrollo was in the corner of the dancefloor, sipping expensive liquor, observing. He saw you dancing with your friends, rocking your hips seductively, not a care in the world. You did not notice him watching you. He gained more interest in your carefree, lighthearted seeming nature and approached you. You were a bit surprised, but then before you could say anything, he stole you away from your friends, dancing with you where your bodies were close to one another. You felt nervous but excited because he's so charming and mysterious. As you both danced a few more songs, the music shaking the dancefloor, blinding lights flashing erratically, he picked you up, wanting to give you a more intimate experience. Your friends giggled as they watched him pick you up and then carry you off like he was a prince. When you both arrived in what looked to be an office, Chrollo hoisted you up on the desk, kissing you passionately. Then, after kissing for a bit, he asked you about something he had been wanting to try. You eagerly agreed, and he lifted you up again, asking if you trust him. When you said you did, he pushed your back up against the large window of the office that elongated to the floor, still carrying you in his arms. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The tall skyscraper had a beautiful view of the whole neon city behind you, the office lighting moody, as you kissed Chrollo passionately in his arms, holding onto him tightly as he did the same to you. It was just him and you against the world.

Illumi -

Illumi was observing the city from a large window in the main area of the penthouse. Lots of people were around him, but he zoned them out, just zoning in on the view. You stumbled over to him, a bit drunk and also crying, accidentally almost falling onto him. Illumi caught you almost robotically, shocked by the situation. You hugged his arm, sobbing over something in your life, and Illumi just pet you like you were a strange creature. After a while of crying onto Illumi's arm, you sat next to him, apologizing and thanking him. You both picked up conversation, which consisted mostly of you just venting about your life and Illumi listening. You drank more alcohol much to Illumi's dismay, but he secretly enjoyed the company and entertainment. After drinking far too much, you fell asleep on Illumi, a huge smile on your face. Illumi petted you as you slept like you were a cat, looking out at the bustling city through the window again, this time a faint smile tugging on his lips.

Uvo -

You attempted a drinking game with Uvo, you both yelling for more beer as you both chugged away. Uvo complimented you by yelling, "strong little lady!" He then punched you softly on your shoulder as you kept up pace with him. A crowd gathered, and you both enjoyed the attention. Uvo noticed that the crowd was beginning to seem to suffocate you, you getting lost in the sea of bodies. Uvo picked you up with one arm, putting you on his beefy shoulder, offering you another mug of beer. You smiled widely, thanking him profusely, as he smiled ear to ear. You could see over the crowd, having the time of your life as Uvo supported you perfectly on his body. Eventually, you could no longer handle the liquor, clinging onto Uvo as you tried to not hurl. Uvo patted your head, messing up your hair, saying, "I'm proud of you, little lady!" And then you passed out with a beaming smile.

Shalnark -

Shalnark and you were going against one another in Just Dance. Shalnark was surprisingly good. He looked goofy, shaking his hips. Even though he looked so goofy, he still was teasing you about if you could beat him, all cocky like. You gave him the middle finger, making him laugh. After you beat him the first round, you both made a bet that the winner gets to ask for one thing from the other. Shalnark got competitive with the high stake at hand, already knowing what he wanted to ask. He beat you best of three by going ham the last two rounds, you both sweating profusely. He then asked you for a kiss, blushing and awkwardly putting his hand behind his head. You teased him but still approached him for a kiss. You both kissed each other furiously. The game caused a lot of sexual tension between you both. You both didn't care as you brought it over to the couch, you straddling his lap in the firey kiss. Shalnark was blushing from head to toe, gripping onto your hips, moaning, and all. People stared at you both, but you both were lost in your own little world, competing for each other's tongues and moans.

[spiderlilydreams]

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warning: Some sexual themes, illness, some family drama, a bit sad

Taking Care of Sick Itachi Who Is From a Royal Family

The royal Uchiha family was considered one of the most secretive families known. Not many had entered the palace, and not many were allowed to visit. They were tight knit, and only the most royal of women would be considered as suitable brides for the two sons, Sasuke Uchiha, and Itachi Uchiha. Sadly due to events, their father Fugaku Uchiha, had passed. Leaving Itachi Uchiha, the eldest son, to be the next heir to the family throne. In other sad news, Itachi Uchiha had come down with a life threatening illness many years ago, leaving him bedridden. The family decided if he weren’t to recover in a year, they’d pass the title down to Sasuke Uchiha. Sasuke at first hearing this, ran away from home for a few months, unable to understand why they didn’t just make him king in the first place. He felt his brother was already set to die, and waiting it out like this to him, was just prolonging the inevitable. 

When it came to deciding Itachi’s wife, it had to be postponed due to his illness as well. He spent his days laying in bed, staring out the window at the beautiful Uchiha gardens. They at first were going to hire the most well known doctor they could find, until they found you. A young female doctor around the age of Itachi. They questioned hiring you instead, and ended up just hiring both you and the older doctor. The older doctor would do checkups, and you were on duty to stay by Itachi’s side no matter what. The idea that it might blossom into something more gave the Uchiha's hope. If not, at least he'd pass with a woman beside him.

On your first day, you were full of anxiety. You’ve never had a patient as high status until today. You carried Itachi’s breakfast tray, where you had medicine and a warm meal ready. You saw the intricate silk curtain separating you and Itachi, and as you pulled it aside you almost fell over. The eldest son, Itachi Uchiha, even in poor health, was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. His long black hair was framing his face perfectly, his serious features being illuminated by the morning sun, making him glow with elegance, his rich dark eyes that looked into your very being, his slightly open kimono showing his stomach and chest, you taking note that he had not lost his figure in sickness. 

Your trance was cut off by him clearing his throat. You bowed quickly in response, and sat upon the wooden stool next to his bed. You scooted closer, anticipating feeding Itachi. You dipped the spoon in the warm porridge, and lifted it to his pale pink lips. You watched this man who you could tell was so powerful before and even through his sickness, eat the food you fed him. He never once seemed angry at the situation, his cool, calm expression making you appreciate him more and more. 

Even when it came to drinking the bitter syrup he did as he needed to, not even making a face at the bitter taste. No words were spoken in your first interaction with him, but it seemed no words needed to be shared for you both to understand. 

The most embarrassing part was that you had to bathe him too. You had seen many patients naked before… But not one so handsome. You helped him out of bed, him hobbling and gripping your shoulder to the connected bathroom. You helped him pull his kimono off, looking at every scar, and bit of his nude skin. The last garment was his undergarment. You took a deep breath in, pulling down the soft fabric closing your eyes out of respect and embarrassment. You felt intense dark eyes peer at you from above. You knew you’d have to look to help him to the bath.

The glimpse of his vulnerable state was the most perfect male anatomy you’ve ever seen. You thought about how large he’d become from his already large soft state, ashamed over your perversion. You helped him climb over into the bath, watching his long black hair spread as it hit the water. You came behind him to massage shampoos and conditioners into his hair, and you washed his body as well. His eyes never left you once, as you scrubbed his beautiful body. When it came to washing his privates, you heard a soft groan, making your heart race. It seemed even in his weakened state, he could gain a little of an erection, but not completely. You thought about how the rumors are true about how much the Uchiha men wish to breed. His usual serious expression was flushed somewhat, staring away from you. You smiled, knowing it’d be too much to have sex when he’s like this, but it does mean he is becoming more healthy. You tried to not imagine it being you having sex with him, but it was hard.

You helped him dress on his large, comfortable bed. He always wore kimonos, giving you easy access to see his perfect body. You fed him his dinner, and his medicine. As you watched him get comfortable, it pained you that you couldn’t join him. Instead of staring out the window like he usually does, he stared at you before falling asleep. Little did you know, he already trusted you. You sparked excitement into his lonely life in poor health. As you heard his quiet snores as he slept, you fell asleep on your arms that were atop his bed, still sitting upon the little wooden stool. You didn't mean to, but you weren't thinking. Your long amazing day comforted you as you fell into a deep sleep. Your last thought before you dozed off was how you don't care if this gets you in trouble anyways.