Feitan headcanons + oneshots

🍋 I wanna be your slave 🍋

Tw: brat taming, bondage, degrading, choking, knife play (without causing wounds) and sensory deprivation.

A/n: I got inspired by the omonimous song "I wanna be your slave" by Maneskin...(also this is a feitan X Fem!reader)

The shivers that ran all over your body warned you about the intoxicating man right in front of you. His presence was somehow a magnet and repulsive at the same time, the more you wanted to approach him the more your body tried to escape his dominant and assertive aura. When you first met Feitan, you made the enormous mistake to underestimate how quickly and perfectly he was able to overpower you regardless of your efforts in order to gain some dominance.

Silently, he walked towards you as his grey eyes travelled all over your figure, searching for the weak spot you were sure he already knew by heart. Goosebumps made your arms itch in a comfortable swarm as you perceived Feitan's warm breath behind you. You didn't want to show how bad his presence was influencing you to the point even the most stupid details of the room you two were in seemed like something interesting.

As expected from Feitan, the room was tidy, without any unnecessary ornaments and, overall, extremely clean. The only slightly decorated furniture was a library who had various Trevor Brown's works, other books with black and golden spines and finally objects who looked like they were made for occult purposes, such as a plain and clean obsidian with a wiccan star carved in white, contrasting the black crystal. In a corner of the room, a black bedside table particularly caught your attention. It was simple, as everything else inside the room, but the last drawer was visibly kept closed with a padlock, making you wander what was inside of it. Until now, Feitan never made you enter his house, this was the first time ever, so you could only hypothesize what could be inside of that mysterious drawer.

Suddenly, cold fingers traced your neck, gently yet with a touch of obvious warning. Feitan wanted to be the center of your attention, he wanted you to feed his ego second by second, forgetting about everyone, everything, even yourself just to see him.

"You lost, (y/n) ?".

The young man's silvery and smoky voice filled your head with the pleasant sensation of hearing your name coming out of his throat. That sound could get stuck in your head for days and never get bothering, it was a drug and you were well aware of it.

In the blink of an eye, Feitan was again in front of you and forced you to sit on the bed, not that you wanted to complain, both of you grew impatient during the silent moments spent acknowledging each other's presence. Impatiently you bit your lip, dying to know what was going to happen after Feitan made you sit. And he read through your actions how eager you were for him, for his touch, for his roughness.

"You poor thing, " he whispered with a cocky smile adorning his pale face, as he approached you once again "this impatient, this submitted to me," a hand reached for your hair, teasingly pulling it a little " you really enjoy, the pain I give you huh?" he derogatory said with a small chuckle before sitting on your lap, forcing your hips down with his and roughly kissing you, biting and licking your lips with his cold ones. You decided to take some risk and bite his bottom lip enough to make you taste a little bit of his blood. Soon, an hard slap hit your cheek, making you quiver as a whimper escaped your mouth.

"Testing me I see, " Feitan licked his lips, capturing the remaining blood that was resting on his lip "I would lie if I say I didn't enjoy that, but sadly..." his hand touched your neck right before starting to tighten it, choking you "I'm the one in command here" his lips brushed your still stinging cheek as he spoke "bratty little whore".

His degrading words worked wonders already on your lower regions as you slowly rubbed your thighs together, spreading a little amount of your wetness all over them even if you kept saying to yourself you wanted to make it a little harder for Feitan this time. He was winning the challenge you made up yourself without any effort and you couldn't stand it.