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Feitan Portor x gn! reader

Response

"You slept well?"

A question that should be relatively easy to answer. Even if one would consider the quality of their slumber to be hard to put into words, or determine if it was a positive experience or not, that question shouldn’t leave someone with a tight throat. Locking eyes with your captor for a second, you pondered about how you should answer. Answering truthfully, as if it wasn’t the cold-hearted man who kidnapped you that was standing in front of you, and instead someone you’d deem close to you like a friend, actually was pretty easy; No, you slept horribly. Insomnia already had been in your life for a while, but this was getting on a new level.

Your heart was always beating so hard you could feel it all across your body. Every little sound made you flinch. And the blinking, red light of the camera in the upper corner of the room had you frozen, scared to move. Under these circumstances (and more) it was obviously hard to relax, which is why you only ever were able to fall asleep when you were absolutely exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open. (Unless Feitan felt generous enough to drug your drink with sleep medicine) Still, you rarely fell into a deep slumber. And instead your situation plagued you even further in dreamland. What you had hoped could be an escape from the “love“ of your captor revealed itself as something just as horrific, maybe even more so.

On good nights, your nightmares simply replayed some scenarios you felt uncomfortable in, on bad nights, they replayed scenes you prayed to only witness in fiction. And on the worst nights, your fears of what else could happen, no matter how silly the thought was, welcome themselves in as well. You started cursing out that part of your brain that was responsible for the images of your inner eyes for it being just as much of a sadist as the one demanding you to call him your lover.

Lover.

It was clear to you that Feitan‘s attraction to you was more obsession than anything more innocent and pure like “love“. You dared to utter those thoughts to him only once before. The way his eyes wrinkled with joy at your words made you regret your words instantly, you couldn‘t even begin to guess why he was smiling befind the big collar. Was he amused by your guts to dare say such a thing to his face? Was he content with the word you used to describe his feelings towards you? Was he imagining your face twisting in pain as he punished you for your boldness? It never came clear to you, and that‘s why you went back to walking on egg shells around the man, more on your toes than ever. Oh, how you wished you could read him better, or he would reveal more of his wants, you believed it would make your life- no, this wasn‘t a life- your stay much easier. And maybe a good rest, with nothing but an endless void of nothingness in your mind, would find its way to you. A fantasy like this was all the hope you could get, so you took it, wholeheartedly.

Feitan raised a brow at your hesitation. This was a simple ‘yes‘ or ‘no‘ question, answering shouldn’t take so long even if you were an idiot sometimes. He was not oblivious to the war going on inside your head wether you should speak the truth or not. That was exactly the reason why he thought you were an idiot. The hand sliding over your waist had you snapping out of your thoughts and your gaze back to the black-haired laying next to you on the bed. The soft circles of his thumb over your exposed skin was a huge contrast to the cuts and bruises he gifted you before. So much of a clear contrast that you got the feeling he was urging you into choosing one answer over the other. A hint of how you could make the day into a good one for yourself. A hint of what he wanted.

You took it, clutching the shimmer of hope in your hand as you sighed, “Yeah, I slept real good.“, your smile was small, but present. You even made sure to wrinkle your eyes just a tiny bit to make it look real. And you really hoped that would be enough happiness, even if it was faux, to satisfy him and his sick, twisted views. His lips closed into a straight line, face free from his seemingly constant frown, and you cheered for yourself in victory. You allowed him to pull you closer to him. If this is what you had to endure to have one good day, then so be it. You sighed again, this time with a real, relieved smile, snuggling closer to your ‘lover‘ to make him think you really meant it, just so you can relax for once. The hand that didn‘t rest on your waist crawled up into your hair, fingers combing through your locks. Okay, maybe putting your hand on his chest is a good way to respond.

One harsh tug on your hair destroyed all the hope you had, and you couldn‘t help but gasp in shock. With your hair in his tight grip, he angled your head so you‘d be looking at him. There it was, the frown. But! But didn‘t you respond the way he wanted? He was always the one who wanted to pretend what was going on in this house was okay, and saying otherwise was just asking for punishment. So why-

“You lying.“, oh, “I watched you sleep. Could barely relax your face.“, a smile edged on his face, “Now, what do liars deserve?“

I really enjoyed your Mahito and child reader JJK story!

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Chrollo Lucilfer x gn! reader

Unmoving

The gentle stroking of your hair should’ve let you feel relaxed, content. But the unbelievable words falling from your lover’s lips had you tense and wide eyed. Chrollo had expected this, and yet he was still surprised how unmoving you were. Usually you’d turn to look him in the eyes when the conversation between the two of you gets serious, however this time, he had to lean forwards to be able to see your face from the position on his lap.

He didn’t let that unnerve him, of course you’d be in shock after finding out your boyfriend is the leader of the infamous Phantom Troupe. A group of thieves known and feared far and wide.

So he remained calm, kept running his fingers through your hair in a soothing manner. "I know this is a lot to take in, my love." You swallowed, eyes starting to unfocus as you started to drift off into a state of dissociation.

What else was left to do for your body?

In one single moment it all came together, it all made sense. His protective- and possessiveness (which you merely marked off as abandonment issues), the amount of times he came back home with odd injuries, all the expensive and antique gifts he brought you, all those "classified business trips" he went on…

You felt a hand patting up and down your arm, trying to bring you back and out of the dissociation caused by the immense stress. Slowly, you lifted yourself from Chrollo's lap and started patting down your arms yourself, until you were reconnected with reality (or at least enough to converse).

Chrollo's gaze felt like it was burning holes into the side of your head. It never would’ve struck you as threatening before as his eyes only ever held love and adoration for you. However this time, you didn’t dare to even so much as flinch, as you feared any movement could be your demise.

What used to be a comforting touch became anything but. The image of those very hands being covered in blood, with neither shame nor regret, made your stomach turn. And still, you did not dare to move.

Not even when the man pulled you close and planted kisses on the side of your head, that used to be sweet like sugar, and now felt like a signature to mark you as his.

Who knew what would happen if you did?

Good day ruka! :)

My request for the day:

Kaguya from demon slayer x male reader, platonic, scenario

So the reader is an important person to the slayer corps, like gaining information or making sure the slayers have a place to stay during missions or giving the corps important materials like clothing and just generally helping them out. But no one actually knows that there is a person behind kaguya that does it.

One day the reader just shows up, really pissed and starts complaining to Kaguya and threatens him to stop helping him, cuz of some lower rank slayers, but Kaguya has his way with words and can clam him down and then invites him to dinner.

And the reader is like "I hate that I love you so much and can't say no"

I know it's long, but I

Hello

Sorry, I can‘t do that! I hope you find someone who can fufill this wish of yours