His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

  • WpView
    Reads 294,507
  • WpVote
    Votes 8,037
  • WpPart
    Parts 42
WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Apr 19, 20213h 7m
You got bored and manage to find yourself tied up in an abandoned building with Feitan standing over you. But what happens when you begin to enjoy yourself during the torture. What happens when you find yourself falling into his obsession. Feitan X fem Reader Smut and light BDSM - coz you know, it's Feitan so obviously ;) Full blown angst, like we aren't fuckin about here Enjoy xx Rewriting and uploading to AO3- same name/ username (hopefully it's improved) Weekly updates (Sunday's) Started- 1/07/20 Highest Rankings: #1 - Chrollo (13.08.20) #1 - Lemongerad (25.08.20) #1 - hxh (25.09.20) #1 - Sadism (20.10.20) #1- Spiders (07.01.21) #1- Feitan (09.01.21) #1 - Phantom troupe (10.02.21) #4 - Hisoka (29.11.20)
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Do spiders dream of better life?
  • 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 || Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader [On-Going]
  • 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 °࿐ 𝙃𝙭𝙝 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨
  • Who Will Win?
  • Lucilfer (ChrolloxReader)
  • A Hand In The Dark.
  • Adult Trio Wrong Number (HxH)
  • She's Mine || Feitan x Reader

**She was never meant to be one of them.** Years ago, Y/N turned down Chrollo Lucilfer's invitation to join the Phantom Troupe. Back then, loyalty didn't need a title-and friendship meant cigarettes under flickering streetlights and secrets whispered between gunshots. But grief changes people. Now she's back. Reforged. Colder. Sharper. A blade wrapped in silence. Among the Troupe, she's the quiet one. Calculating. Detached. Not cruel-but dangerous in ways they've only begun to understand. She knows them too well. And they know better than to ask why she returned. Tonight's mission was clean. Efficient. Bloody. In a cracked restroom mirror, she watches herself rinse crimson from her blade-expressionless, eyes like frost. Then she feels it. A gaze. Familiar. Unspoken. "I thought you'd be gone by now," says the voice behind her-low, smooth, threaded with amusement and something unreadable. She turns. And there he is. Chrollo Lucilfer.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines