Feitan, Around you neck attached to the basement wall then when he trusts you a bit more you can have it on your ankle attached to the bed frame you’ve been upgraded to, the langth also shortens and and grows depending on his mood your behaviour
Uvogin, Normally doesn’t shackle you because his hight is enough to have you craven and timid, if he has to go out somewhere he’s tying chains fully around your mid section and arms and laying you on your back the whole time wishing he would just get back and untie you
Phinks, your ankle, it will be attached to your shared bedroom wall, long enough to get to the bathroom and fridge but not long enough to get fully in the kitchen and reach the knives or anything else that you may hurt yourself with
Chrollo, He doesn’t keep you chained off the bat so if you have to be shackled it’s a punishment and it’s going just tight enough to be uncomfortable around your neck, replacing an equally uncomfortable choker that was there before, and it’s got pretty designs, no generic themes in his house
Nobunaga, Both ankles and if he takes one off you know your gonna get raped because he only does it to spread your legs, at some point you internalize them coming off is a bad thing because it only happens when you get assaulted and drooled all over, him moaning and talking the whole time
Shalnark, He’d rather have you on a leash but if that’s not strong enough (or if he just wants to be extra rough and make you cry a little) it goes around your neck while he walks you, and he’s a puller so you better keep his pace
Franklin, Has a pretty dainty one around your wrist, more bracelet sized bc he does want you to constantly be reminded of your captivity, and it’s attached to whatever room you wanna be in, he’s got mounts on every wall for it
Pakunoda, Around your ankle, lose but not to lose, she doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable but also wants it to be strong enough to hold you, if she sees you struggle because of it her heart strings get tugged and she takes it off for a little
Shizuku, Also doesn’t do it normally, it’s a punishment for trying to run away from her, and it’s tight around your wrist, attached to the bathroom wall because you’ll be sleeping in the tub from now on, pray you don’t get this bc she forgets how long it’s on and it stays for months
Machi, it’s a choker around your neck attached to nen strings that only activate to pull you back if you step on the carpet near the door, you’ll be walking like normal, accidentally step on it and practically get knocked out by the random pull
It may be a bit of a stretch with this one, but i was thinking about how well Feitan could be with applying makeup or eyeliner at least.
My thought is because he is pretty precise with his torture methods, he must have good controle with his hands so his hands don't shake like other people, so i can imagine him being good enough to apply eyeliner really well.
Imagine asking him to help apply eyeliner with different designs for you and for once he decides to help out, i think it is a cute thought. I may or may not draw something like this cuz i think the idea is cute. Me and my dumb thoughts •ᴗ•
I'm new to your account and would love to request! <3
Could you do some headcanons with Shalnark, Feitan and Kurapika having an s/o that loves to write? (If they are too many characters for you, chop Shal off) .
Hope you'll have a wonderful day!! <3
Shalnark, Feitan, and Kurapika with an s/o who loves to write
A/N: I hope you have a wonderful day too! Thanks for requesting!
Warnings: Feitan’s is a bit gory-
Shalnark:
Aww
This man will support anything/everything you do
So if you're into writing
Then he'll steal writing stuff for you
Meaning you'll wake up to him setting down a $900 laptop that may have blood splatters on it
Don't ask
He'll insist on reading everything you write, whether you like it or not
You putting your writing down?
Fuck no, he'll hype you and your writing up
If you want to publish it- and someone at a publishing company says no- well let's just say they'll call you to say they changed their minds
*Cue Shalnark pretending to act surprised*
Feitan:
He's a bit more subtle in how he supports you
So... let's say you have a gory scene in whatever you're writing
Well, he told you that while the amount of blood the victim loses is accurate, unfortunately, the victim would die from blood-loss before you could force them to drink it
Don't ask how he knows, or why he has a coppery smell on him
He'll 100% read what you wrote in secret
So while you're sleeping, he'll have your laptop/notebook in one hand, and a dictionary in another
Bby wants to understand everything you write, so he'll look stuff up when he needs to
Kurapika:
Loves how passionate you are about it
If you have writer's block, he'll force you to get away from the computer/journal and go out with him
He'll say it's for "inspiration"
Will read your work, but only if you're comfortable with it
And will 100% give you a TON of feedback
Like, pages of pages of it
It's basically pages of him praising your work though- he's not a very good critic when it comes to you
Loves your writing too much to actually criticize it❤️
•But when you two do cuddle, he doesn't care whether he's the big or little spoon
•He secretly prefers being the little spoon
•He usually falls asleep when you cuddle seeing as he feels safe with you
•Shalnark lives for cuddles
•He loves it when you're both on your sides, with your head in the crook of his neck
•Although it tickles him, he loves feeling your breath against his neck
•It's a reminder that you're safe with him
•He practically never lets you out of his arms when he comes back from missions
•You both rarely cuddle
•He's always the big spoon no doubt about it
•He likes to have his arms placed under your neck, and the other hugging your waist tightly
•Once you're in his arms you're staying there for a while
•Nobunaga is somewhat affectionate, but not overly
•He prefers to cuddle you at night, especially after a long day
•He has his arms pressed against you, while he's holding you closely
•That's the best way to get him to sleep
•Uvo is overly affectionate
•He wants to cuddle you all the time
•He likes it when you lay on top of him with your arms wrapped around him
•Chrollo likes to cuddle alot
•He loves it when your leg is across his stomach
•With your head on his chest
•That way he can kiss your forehead and play with your hair
•Machi is a very affectionate gal
•She likes cuddling in any position
•As long as she's holding you she doesn't care
•But she always has to hold you at night
If you would like headcannons for other hunter x hunter characters cuddling you, please ask! I didnt know which phantom troupe members you would all prefer, but I almost reached my hashtag limit so I stopped with machi.
What “size” do you think the phantom troupe men are? Length, width ?
I have my own ideas, but I’m genuinely interested in what your take on them would be
feel free to disregard if your not comfortable writing
Phantom troupe men dick descriptions
Yappin: I’ve thought about most of them a lot actually
Around four inches when soft and he doesn’t grow much, his dick is narrow with a pink tip that he’s kind of embarrassed about
He shaves whatever pubic hair grows, hates the feeling of it and feels dirty when he has it
Phinks
Eight inches when soft and grows to nine when he’s hard, he has a slight curve to the left
His dick is the same colour as him, slightly tan with a darker tip, hair is groomed when he remembers but other wise it grows free
Franklin
Nine inches when soft and ten when hard, he has magic cross and Jacob’s ladder piercings that are intimidating at first glance
His hair is in a tuft at his base, same colour as his head hair, pretty soft to, he doesn’t shave it just grows like that, his dick is pale with a pink tip
Chrollo
Six inches and doesn’t change at all when he’s hard, he waxes and grooms himself very well
His whole dick is the same colour, and he’s got a pretty thick mushroom tip, not noticeable when he’s holding it but when he’s hard and it’s standing on its own it leans left
Nobunaga
Seven inches, shower not a grower, has a v line that makes his dick look perfect
He’s pale with a lighter brown top and Long stringy black hair at the top, doesn’t shave or groom whatsoever
Hisoka
Ten inches and proud, he gets professionally waxed all over, no hair in sight
He’s got a pink tip that stands out and his dick is more slender then thick, his tip gets more flushed the more turned on he is
Illumi
Seven inches when soft nine when hard, he’s got a mushroom tip and a vain the runs along the underside of him from his base to right before his tip
His tip is slightly darker then his shaft, and his hair is groomed but not to an extreme, he just cleans himself up to feel fresh
Shalnark
Six inches and is more slender, his dick curves up towards his belly when he’s hard, his shaft is the same colour as his stomach and his tip gets flushed pink when he’s turned on or being touched
He doesn’t grow much hair so he just leaves it be, if it bothers you he’ll let you wa it for him
Uvogin
Twelve inches soft and thirteen inches hard, he’s thick and has vains running down that are sensitive so touch
Long, dark brown, wire like hair that he loves having your nose shoved into while your kissing him up and down. Same colour as the rest of him with a darker shade tip, and he’s got a mushroom tip that’s as thick as the rest of him
When you misbehave he ties you to the bed frame but instead of being on the bed your on the floor next to it, cold and hungry, when he’s ready you can suck his dick real good and you’ll be allowed on the bed again
to humiliate you he’ll have you eating and drinking out of a pet bowl, and if you try to deny his request you’ll feel his foot on the back of your head pushing your face back into the bowl
When Phinks comes over your still on the leash, and he hands it to Phinks so he can have a chance to treat you right fuck you into the couch without much care for what you want
God he’s so evil and cruel, he does things just so he can watch you squirm, gives your meals that look like pet food, tuna with rice and some disgusting broth in jelly form, obviously ment to resemble cat food of some kind
It’s a kink to him, having a little pet to come home and use, to walk you around a little leash, to groom you with a brush and wash your hair in cold water, partly to make you act like an animal in the bath, trying to get away from the cold
And just like a cat your locked inside, forced to just watch the world go by around you, looking at it through a window, if your allowed near it that day, that is
Chrollo, owns a private library that only carries older books, also sells small things and blankets, little trinkets, this or an antique store owner, the things he likes are over priced for a long time until he’s done admiring them and ready to let them go
Pakunoda, ceo of a cosmetic business, has makeup, hair products, branches that do nails, special care like Botox, fat freezing, facials, any beautification treatment/product you can think of her business offers
Machi, has a small tailoring and costume dress store, she’s the only staff but she gets a lot of business, booked months an advance
Shizuku, welder, she looks so feminine and then she’s jacked and had one of those blue jump suits, welding things all day, her hands don’t look like it though, her hands are soft and her nails are done
Franklin, owns a gun store and does little side projects of modifying guns and then sells them illegally, if you want a machine gun that can spit fire while shooting he’s got you, for a price of course
Nobunaga, tattoo artist, has tattoos and his own studio, accepts sexual acts as payment, not licensed but gives really good tattoos and sometimes piercings
Uvogin, celebrity body guard that’s also kind of famous for his size this or he just does a bunch of interviews about his size and what it’s like living as eight foot six man
Shalnark, builds custom pc’s for a high price, scams people every chance he gets, owns his own electronic store and on the side he makes robots to battle with and wins bets like crazy
Feitan, taxidermy’s small animals he catches with clothes and props, his apartment smells like dead things and he’s the creepy neighbour, this or a butcher in some random small deli, his apartment still smells but now there’s no excuse as to why
Phinks, owns a gym and teaches boxing, also a private trainer that’s really well known, strict af and couches world known athletes
Bonolanav, opened a museum dedicated to his tribe and shares their culture and stories so they don’t completely die out, has also done interviews mainly talking about his tribe but some are specifically for the holes in his body, in a ripleys book
Kortopi, similar to uvogin, he also appears in a lot of music videos or movies as a living prop bc of his creepy look
Illumi, his family is in the luxury car business, has multiple dealer ships all over the world, he’s a rich city kid
Hisoka, hair dresser, specialist in colour and promises no bleeds when bleaching with colour, and also sells his own hair gel named bundgee gum
The heavy, metallic scent of the basement always clung to the back of your throat, making the craving sharper
Lying on the mismatched sheets of the bed Feitan had “given” you, you stared at the cracked ceiling and closed your eyes. You didn't want the cup noodles or the lukewarm caned soup he usually provided, you wanted a plum, an apple, something cold, something that would have juice running down your chin while you ate it, or watermelon, cold and clean enough to wash away the stagnant air of this windowless prison, your mouth is watering at just the thought of it
The heavy iron door groaned on its hinges, you assume it wasn’t just there for you as this is also where Feitan brings victims of the troupe, but the sound isn’t any less unsettling, you don’t move though your body automatically tenses into a familiar stillness
Feitan enters, his footsteps light but deliberate. He doesn’t speak, he rarely did unless he was agitated or mocking you, He tossed a grease stained paper bag onto the small wooden table beside the bed. The smell hits you almost instantly, the salt, old frying oil, it sickens you, feels as if you can feel the oil running down your throat
"A treat" he says, his voice muffled but understandable through the high collar of his coat.
You sit up slowly, heart sinking as you look at the bag, you slowly reach out and lean it towards you, just barley peaking inside, you could see the sheen of fries and the box of a cheap burger inside, It was heavy, salty, and exactly the opposite of the vibrant, juicy fruit you had been dreaming of
A wave of disappointment washes over you, it makes your chest tight, you look at the bag, then up at him, For a fleeting second your lips part the request for a simple apple or a handful of grapes almost slips past them
But then you look at his eyes
He’s watching you with that unnerving, predatory intensity, his eyes narrowed as he searched for any sign of ingratitude. He had gone out of his way to bring this to you, and in his warped mind (though not as warped as he seems, he knows he’s got you in an unwilling situation) this was a gesture of "care" a treat as he said, you remember the last time you had complained about the cold, he had burned your old blankets and forced you to stay close to him for warmth, To Feitan, a lack of appreciation was a challenge to his ownership over you, and challenges were met with pain and humiliation more often then not
You swallow the lump of sadness and replace it with a mask of submission, before reaching for the bag fully
"Thank you" you all but whisper, your voice barely audible above the crunch of the bag
you pull out a fry. It was limp and oversalted, but you force yourself to chew, the dry starch sticking to the roof of your mouth, your didn't look at him, but you could feel him standing there, a dark silhouette against the peeling wallpaper, waiting for you to finish
The silence in the room grew thick as always, suffocating and humid. The only sound was the crinkle of the paper and your own forced swallowing. Feitan didn't leave. He pulled up a chair and sat, leaning forward with his chin on his hand, watching your eat the food like a scientist observing a specimen, or more fitting, a prison guard monitoring a rowdy inmate, waiting for the slightest slip so he could jump in and inflict punishment
The air felt pressurized, as if the oxygen was being sucked out of the room. You felt sick, the grease coating your tongue, the image of a fresh peach still flickering in your mind like a taunt. You finish the burger in silence, keeping your eyes downcast, the atmosphere between you two heavy with things you’re too terrified to say and a "love" he expressed through control and cruelty
When the bag was empty of everything beside the discarded boxes his stands, taking the bag from you without a word his hand briefly brushing your cheek a touch that felt more like a brand than an act of affection of any kind
"Good" he murmured
He walked toward the door without another word, the heavy latch clicking into place behind him, Left alone in the sudden silence, your curl back into the thin blankets, still hanging onto the thought of fruit you may never get
