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kingkaisen · 7 days ago

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♡ — So . . . you decided to end things with Satoru. He doesn’t exactly handle the end of things well.

♡ — toxic gojo || slight nanami x reader || mentions of sex

SATORU GOJO had been your ex-boyfriend for fifteen- no, sixteen hours and twelve minutes.

He never saw it coming. The only time Satoru ever considered the idea of no longer being your boyfriend was when he imagined himself as your husband. But now he was nothing, nothing more than a curled up ball lying on top of his messy bed, his pillow catching the tears that fell from his blue eyes as he silently cried.

His phone rang. Was it you?

His large hand searched around for the device that had gotten lost in the tangle of sheets. When he found it, letting that bright screen illuminate his tear-soaked face, he then tossed it onto the floor.

It wasn't you. His mind didn't register who exactly was calling him, but when he didn't see the mesmerizing photo of you smiling lovingly that he set as your contact, nor the name "my baby" followed by a heart emoji, he didn't give a damn who was trying to reach him.

"I fucked up," he mumbled to himself, gripping messy strands of his white hair. "Damn it. I fucked up, I fucked up."

The horrific memory that replayed in his mind with every blink once again resurfaced, consuming his thoughts to the point where he struggled to tell the difference between the past and the present; it felt as if he was still standing in his bedroom watching the tears fall from your pretty eyes as you told him it was over.

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"You don't even see me as your girlfriend, do you?" That's what you said, searching his startled gaze for answers. "I'm just someone you hook up with a few times a week, and if I'm lucky, maybe you'll take me to a cheap restaurant every now and then. But that's only to make sure I keep fucking you, right? Right?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course you're my girlfriend," Satoru watched as you grabbed a suitcase, stuffing it full with the bundle of clothes in your arms.

"Really? Because I haven't met your family, your friends . . . like you're ashamed of me or something. You never make an effort to spend time with me beyond hooking up, and that fucking hurts. Why can't we ever just go on a real date or-or watch a movie on the couch together?" You paused, as if waiting for a response. "Because that's the kinda stuff you do with someone you're in love with. So it's clear to me that you don't love me."

"I didn't think you wanted-"

"Let me stop you right there," you turned around, grabbing your jewelry off of his dresser and shoving it into your suitcase, not caring about any sort of organization — you just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. "There's nothing you can do or say that'll make this any better, so . . ."

Your words trailed off, but only because you caught a glimpse of the face of the man standing near the edge of the bed, and noticed tears were brimming in his reddened waterline, threatening to fall. Your own eyes widened a bit in shock.

"Why are you about to cry?" You laughed sadly, shaking your head. "I see how women just fucking . . . gravitate towards you, and I see how much you like the attention. Replacing me will be easy. You'll be fine."

"Look at me," Satoru started, but you didn't halt your movements as you started to zip up your suitcase. The teary-eyed man regained movement in the limbs that were previously numb from heartbreak. He approached you. His large hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from the suitcase. The sheer force behind his grip was strong enough to yank you closer to him — close enough for your bodies to be pressed together, his breath to pat against your face, and for his wide, glassy eyes to stare intensely into yours, though you tried to avoid the gaze of the man towering over you. Darting your eyes to the dresser, the bed, the floor; it was pointless. He used his other hand to grip your chin, leaving you with no choice. No choice but to look him in the eye.

"I told you to look at me," he mumbled lowly. "You're wrong about everything. My family doesn't deserve to meet you, and you haven't met my friends because I don't trust them. What if they start crushing on you? Don't you know how gorgeous you are? I'd have to kill them just for looking at you a second too long, baby."

With the hand that gripped your chin, Satoru raised his thumb, gently running it across your soft bottom lip.

"How can you blame me for wanting to fuck you all the time? You're just so . . ." He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your neck, and there, he let his lips linger as he whispered, "I'm not letting you leave me. I can't let it happen. I promise you, I didn't know you wanted those things from me. I thought you'd think I was taking things too fast. But I'll fix it, okay? I'll give you all of my time. We can do whatever you want, go wherever you want-"

"Let go of me."

You spoke in a tone Satoru wasn't familiar with. Though he would rather have died than pull away from you, he did so, and was met with a look he also wasn't familiar with.

Your brows were pinched, the corners of your lips pointed downward, your eyes staring off to the side — guilt. Pure guilt.

Oh.

He understood now.

A deep, heavy sigh escaped Satoru's lips. He looked up at the ceiling, attempting to calm himself with slow, relaxing breaths, but his hands were clenched into fists. His knuckled turned pale. His bottom lip started to tremble.

"Who is it?" He whispered.

"Satoru-"

"Who the hell is it?" It was the first time he ever raised his voice.

"It's none of your business," you reached for your suitcase, pulling it off of the bed. "I found someone who actually cares about something other than sex, and I won't let you ruin this for me."

You expected him to stop you once more. You expected him to grab your wrist, block the door, beg you to stay, do something. Anything.

But he simply stood there, frozen in the bedroom. Fists trembling. Breathing unsteadily.

He listened to the heartbreaking sound of your suitcase rolling throughout his home, followed by the click of the locks and the shutting of his front door.

And that was how it ended. That was the moment he lost you.

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Sixteen hours and forty-five minutes after your breakup, Satoru sat up in his bed, his eyes going wide. The man leaned off of the edge, grabbing the phone he tossed to the ground earlier.

The missed call — the call he begged and prayed and hoped was you but it ended up not being — was sitting on his notification screen.

He didn't dial the person back. Instead, Satoru found himself opening Instagram. You had blocked his main account, but his secret one? Well, it was able to access your public profile with ease. There weren't any photos of you with your new lover just yet. Apparently, you were smarter than that, but not smart enough to private your account, or smart enough to tell your new lover not to like and comment on your recent photos.

"You look beautiful. That dress really compliments your skin tone."

"What a gorgeous smile."

"Glad to see you're excited for summer. I am too, but only because of the plans we've made."

Comment, after comment, after fucking comment. As Satoru scrolled and scrolled, he bit the inside of his cheek. He closed out of Instagram and opened his recent call log.

That missed call came from Kento Nanami, the same bastard of a friend who was commenting on your photos. Except, Kento wasn't a bastard. That was the entire point, right? He'd treat you well. He'd cherish you. He'd buy you gifts, go for strolls in the park, or take you to that new couple's baking class in town that you had been hinting at for weeks, but Satoru never caught on until now. Until it was too late.

Sex would come later, serving as a bonus in your relationship rather than the point of it. It would be passionate, every thrust romantic. The thought alone made Satoru’s stomach twist into knots. The thought of another man getting the chance to enjoy the warmth of your pussy, to swirl their tongue around yours, to suck at your clit until you came and they could taste your sweet juices, your fingers pulling at blonde strands instead of white . . .

Oh, Satoru was pissed.

He had gathered that Kento called him because, unlike him, Kento wasn't a bastard. A man like Kento would want to talk things through with his friend, your ex, and work things out so there would be no bad blood. He was mature in that way. Kind in that way.

But Satoru wanted bad blood. He wanted there to be all sorts of blood.

His phone suddenly dinged; an incoming text message. One from Kento.

Satoru, please respond when you get a chance. It's important. We should meet up somewhere and talk.

Satoru smiled. He texted back: Yeah sure.

Kento messaged back quickly, asking the other man if he was free tomorrow around noon, detailing a potential meeting at a nearby park.

Satoru's smile brightened. He texted back: I'll be there.

He turned his phone off by clicking the side button, then tossed it on his nightstand. Satoru tucked himself underneath the covers of his bed, darting his eyes over to his closet, where — on the top shelf, a little ways to the right — he kept a small pistol, one he planned on using tomorrow.

Seventeen hours after your breakup, Satoru was no longer crying into his pillow.

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plethorawrites · 5 months ago

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So we’ve seen all of the batbros as cats but what about the reader? What would happen if they were turned into a cat?

This took forever, sorry! But yes, I totally can!

Bruce: Weary and worried.

• Before all else, he's concerned with making sure you're alright. He calls Zatanna immediately to ensure it's not permanent and then after he knows it's not, he can relax enough to try to comfort you.

• He was never a cat person, only ever owning dogs, so he really has no clue how to take care of a cat. Let alone a cat who's really the love of his life. He tries, though. He gets Alfred to make you dinner, something that's fresh and not gross Tuna or Salmon from a can. He gives you your choice of every throw pillow in the manor to tear up when he sees you get antsy, your claws flicking in and out in stress. And of course, everything poisonous to cats like the peace lilies in the living room are moved far away.

• Bruce still has to go to work, unfortunately and with no idea how to keep you entertained, puts on those "Soothing cat videos" on the big TV in his bedroom for you to watch. A six hour loop of a fishtank is less than ideal but seems to work well enough.

• You're in the same place as when he left you, so he assumes you didn't mind too much. He notices you grooming yourself, not because you want to, but out of some strange instinct you've developed and he can tell you're grossed out by your own actions, so he does his best to clean your fur himself. You might be a cat, but you seem to like water so he puts you in the bathtub and scrubs your fur with your normal soap which makes you pur.

• Until he takes you out of the warm water and you're absolutely freezing, shivering from the cold. He wraps you in a towel and holds you to his chest until you're mostly dry, then, despite the dampness of your fur, let's you curl up under the covers since you're still a bit chilly. It makes his own skin wet, but he doesn't mind since at least you seem a bit happier.

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Dick: Amused and empathetic.

• He tries not to laugh. He really does. It's just...so much harder than it should be. You look so small, so adorable, so fuzzy. You have a tail, for God's sake. How could it not be hilarious? He only stops chuckling when you swat your paw at him, catching him with sharp claws, cutting him. He doesn't get upset since he knows he deserved it.

• Goes to the pet store with you, letting you sit in the cart and pick out your own things, which, he can tell you dislike but reluctantly comply—otherwise he'd buy you a rat themed toy instead of the feather one you wanted. You gurgle and growl repeatedly when he picks up those stupid cat costumes, but he still buys them anyway.

• And yes, he does force you to wear them. You resisted, at first, of course, but eventually gave up when he gave you those puppy dog eyes. If you thought being a cat was humiliating, you couldn't have prepared for being a cat wearing a sombrero and poncho. "Those are our Christmas cards this year," he tells you, kissing the top of your head while you meow in protest.

• Despite that, he's still sweet to you, apologizing for you having to go through this and swearing he'll fix it. In the meantime, just try to stay positive. He'll say you can rip up the drapes if it makes you feel better. You do and it does. You always hated them and he refused to get rid of them, but now there was a valid reason to.

• He sits on the floor with you, swinging the feather toy around as you chase it, gaining a good amount of height the longer you play. His arm gets tired but you're clearly not, so he sits there until you eventually get sick of it and he sets it down while you crawl into his lap for a nap. He was going to make something to eat, but he supposes he can wait.

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Jason: Paranoid and terrified.

• His initial response is to reassure you that you'll be fine. He'll do whatever it takes you turn you back into a human, no matter what. His second response, is to freak out. He has no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone his partner who's a cat! What if he hurts you? What if he can't fix it?

• Being a cat, you, unbeknownst to him, sense him apprehension and almost immediately start rubbing against his legs until he hesitantly picks you up, cradling you in his arms as gently as possible. You rub your head against his jaw, trying to soothe him and he takes a few deep breaths, relaxing and nuzzling your fur.

• It takes him a while, and a lot of trial and error to figure out how to take care of you, be it buying food you don't like, to accidentally leaving the window open and panicking that you escaped (you were under the bed, because it was warm and safe) but he eventually calms down once the day is finally over.

• Cuddling with you on the couch, he can barely even feel your claws kneeding on his arms because there's so much scar tissue it's too hard to scratch and hurt. Your purring is what calms him down the most though, after an extremely long, stressful day. You sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your back as he slowly and accidentally falls asleep.

• When he wakes up, you're still a cat, still sleeping on him. He picks you up carefully, taking you to the bedroom so he can sleep in his bed and you aren't left alone in the living room. He has a feeling you'll be yourself soon enough, even if he doesn't know exactly when. He'll keep you safe until then.

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Tim: Shocked and Frantic

• He immediately starts to panic. You're a cat. A freaking cat. How? Why? What does he need to do to fix it? He has a million questions and no answers. But his stress only adds to your own and he quickly tries to calm down before soothing you: "No, no, no. It's fine. You're gonna be fine. I swear."

• Still, the second he gets you out of the room, convincing you that you'd be more comfortable in the living room than in the batcave, he starts to pace and freak out again. It's actually Damian, of all people, who gets him to snap out of it, literally slapping him across the face and telling him to be there for you instead of worrying about the details.

• He listens, to an extent, going back upstairs to where you were chewing on the fern in the living room, ripping a leaf apart. Pulling you away from it as you meow in protest, he cradles you in his arms, apologizing for fretting and promising he won't leave again.

• And he doesn't. He does, however, keep working on a way to fix you. He tries to be annoyed when you start knocking things off his desk, pushing stuff into a water bowl, jumping into his bottom drawer, laying on his papers, but he can't do it. You're just acting too cute to genuinely be mad. Eventually, he takes a break, closing the drawer you were sitting in and hauling you to his bed.

• He'll admit, he threw you with a little less caution than he probably should have, but you didn't mind, crawling onto him the moment he laid down, eager to close your eyes after being awake for far too long. Aka 5 straight hours, which, for a cat, was a lot. He didn't quite realize that, but notices almost immediately how fast you fall asleep once you lay down, curling into a ball, tucking your nose under your tail to keep it warm.

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Damian: Is both fascinated and prepared.

• He has over a dozen pets, so when you're turned into a cat, he already knows everything there is to know and gets you anything you could possibly need. A nice cat bed, toys to keep you entertained, a post to scratch so you don't ruin any furniture.

• His others pets want to play or chase you, but he scoops you up before any of them can get even close to you. And he insists you stay close to him and not wander off, because you could get lost, kidnapped, or hurt.

• You always knew his knowledge of animals was extensive but didn't realize how much so until he was petting you, explaining how the hair follicles on cats work, which is why they never like to be pet in certain areas.

• Despite having an extremely nice bed, you'd really rather prefer his and he allows it, reminding you not to scratch the pillows or the sheets. "They're Egyptian silk. Don't ruin them." Still, when he catches you clawing at them in your sleep, unaware you were doing it, he doesn't stop you.

• In the morning, he switches feeds you breakfast, in a human bowl so it's not so degrading and takes you with him while he works on a way to fix you. He quickly gets distracted, though, by how you're looking around at everything like it's the most interesting thing ever.

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lucysgraybird · 6 months ago

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your first time with clark kent...

cw: size kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex & fingering (f receiving)

clark kent is, before all, gentle. despite the brute force he's capable of, every touch tonight has been sweeter than honey. when he needs you laying down, he cups the back of your neck as he kisses you deep, slow, and guides your head to the mattress. by the time his mouth is trailing clumsily over your sternum, it feels as though it weighs something only he could lift, pressing each breath back into your body. clark props his chin on your hip, a concerned light in his blue eyes.

"this okay?" he murmurs, even the syllabic bob of his chin so close to where you're so desperate for him worsening the ache there.

"need you," you plead by way of a response. the whine in your voice has clark biting back a groan and dipping his head, his tousled curls (your doing) brushing the inside of your thigh.

soon, though, you're getting exactly what you wanted. what clark lacks in experience he makes up in enthusiasm and care, and he's giving his all to the way he's working you open on his tongue and on two thick fingers. it's a little messy and the sounds are debauched, but quickly he's crawling back up and kissing the taste of two orgasms into your mouth. he's trying to suppress his own desperation but it's becoming futile, short little ruts of his desire insistent against your thigh.

"clark," you manage between kisses. "mm, clark, want you, please."

"you've got me," he mumbles, and it's not even teasing. it's an earnest promise, that he's yours now and for as long as you'll let him be, any which way you want.

"no, wanna...fuck, fuck!"

he's jerked particularly hard on accident, sending his still-clothed bulge sliding over your bare cunt. sparks of pain-pleasure fly up your spine so fast it blows a fuse in the rational part of your brain, leaving you trying to wrestle your superhero onto his back.

to his credit, his midwestern sensibilities guide him to let you do just that. his big hands stabilize you where you're straddling his hips.

"are you okay?" clark asks. "what's happening, did i hurt you?”

you know you should reassure him that he didn't, that his greatest fear is not feeling the strength he can exert on you, but your mind isn't thinking the way it normally does. instead,

"need you in me," you say.

fumbling at his belt, you miss the way his eyes glaze and his head bows, the shaky inhalation he takes as his fingers dig into your hips.

"okay, baby," and his usual drawl is a little stronger, deeper. "okay, okay, hold on."

it takes just seconds, albeit uncoordinated ones, to get everything arranged. you're hovering over him and his cock is nudging your entrance, hard and urgent and huge like the rest of him. even just the breach of his tip brings a pressing stretch that has your forehead tipping to his shoulder.

"take your time, honey," clark says, even though his breath is jolting and his voice is strained.

it's not like you have a choice, and the feeling of easing down on him is just this side of uncomfortable. the ache of being all but split in two is mitigated by the gentle, stuttering drag of his fingers along the divot of your spine and the soft press of his nose at your temple, hairline. when you're fully seated, he kisses tears you hadn't even felt fall from your cheeks and babbles praise in your ear. he's feeling just as fried as you are with the gummy heat of you around him, but he's all too conscious that there's no sting nipping at the heels of his pleasure the way there is at yours.

the ensuing sex is slow and soft, the initial bite fading into pure euphoria as he rocks you on his cock. you both come, simultaneously somehow, with sharp cries traded into each other's mouths. once your brains fall back to earth, clark eases you up and off him and disappears to collect a damp cloth. soon, both of you clean save for the sheen of sweat coating your bodies, he has you tucked right into his side, head on his shoulder. feeling peaceful and sated and oh-so-right, drowsiness chases you both into a dreamless sleep.

#hate the end of this but wtvr #clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #clark kent x female reader #clark kent #clark kent fanfiction #superman x reader #superman x you #superman #clark kent smut #i actually just got tired of writing this at the end and gave up #dc smut #clark kent smallville #clark kent superman

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if-loves · 5 months ago

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lovesick

// Yandere Mydei

sum: days blend into each other, and all your emotions find themselves blending into numbness. on a day like any other, you find yourself in sudden understanding of your captor.

wc: 878

warnings: 3.0 story quest spoilers, amphoreus inaccuracies, ooc mydei, written before mydei release

a/n: mydei hmm… maybe i'll do a yan phainon & mydei triangle

likes & reblogs appreciated :)

You often find yourself alone these days, watching the outside world from the sliver of an opening through the curtains, the metal bars reminding you of your inescapable circumstances.

Your captor leaves often, and the times he entertains your conversations are far and few between. He prefers it far more when you let him have his way with you. You find that it is easier to welcome his advances, for both you and him.

How long has it been since you've felt the natural light hit your skin? How long has it been since you've heard of a voice other than his, other than you? To you, time has lost its meaning and significance. When the sun never sets, when the days hardly change, is that not just a loop of the same few days over and over again?

Sat on the bed you have no choice but to share with him, you're keenly aware of the still air and silence that permeates every inch of your prison. You've done all the duties he's assigned, accompanied by an empty mind and a tiredness that never seems to go away no matter how much you fall into the temptation of sleep.

There’s a numbness in your heart that you're sure will never disappear, even if you were to be set free in this very second. That bloodthirsty prince has, with all his violence and madness, tore open your heart and taken its remains as his trophy. Even if the organ beats in your chest, you know life has long left it.

The sound of the door opening breaks the still air. Instantly, you stand from the bed and like clockwork, you make your way to the door. There he stands, bathed in a glow unbefitting of him. New wounds litter his body, blood splattered across his body, and a particular look in his eyes. You don't know how long he's been gone, and you don't dare ask. You should just be thankful he's back.

“Welcome ba-”

“None of that today.” His rough voice cuts you off quickly, the door slamming behind him. He's quick to make his way to the kitchen, and you're even quicker to follow him. He stares at the cabinets as if trying to remember the place of something, and you find yourself opening the one with medicines like an old habit. You can tell he's watching you from the corner of his eyes.

Wordlessly, you start cleaning the blood from his body. Like a long established routine, the both of you exist in silence, as if comforted by the existence of each other, an idea that would've caused you serious illness when you were just newly taken but now makes you feel some sense of relief.

He doesn't flinch or make a sound even when you press onto his wounds with more force than necessary, and so you continue. If he doesn't mind it, then you shouldn't either. Maybe if you were in a resentful state of mind, you might’ve dared to take after him and be more aggressive. Unfortunately, you've long lost the desire to fight.

When you finish taking care of him, you put away the bandages and cloths and prepare yourself for another of the same day. However, before you could take another step, you find yourself pulled into his embrace, the steel of his armour sending shivers down your spine. He breathes in, and out. In, and out.

“Promise me you'll never leave.” His voice, uncharacteristically soft and desperate, makes you freeze up in a way you haven't in a very long time. His grip is suffocating, caging you to him like the being in the locked jaws of a beast. “Promise me.”

“...I promise, my lord.” You murmur by his ear, in hopes of subduing this bout of what must be reality hitting him.

“Call me by my name.”

The longer your silence continues, the tighter his hold gets. However, if there is only one request of his you cannot fulfil, it is his name. Long have you sworn to yourself that you would refuse him the pleasure of his name said in your voice, and you’re sure he knows, just like he knows everything about you.

Perhaps realising that this request would sooner have you gasping for air, he lets you go completely.

“Go back to bed.” He commands, once again staring at the cabinet with a hardened gaze. You're quick to follow his order, the familiar feeling of fear creeping its way into your body. However, you find yourself hesitating at the door.

“Are you sick, my lord?” The question leaves your lips before you fully realise the weight of your words. Just as you open your mouth to apologise, the sound of laughter rings throughout the home.

“Sick, huh?” Mydei chuckles to himself, looking up to the ceiling. “Yes. I suppose so. Not that it's something that can ever be cured, anyway.”

You tuck yourself into the bed and turn away from the window, staring at his side of the bed for a few seconds before closing your eyes. Before you fall once more to the sweetness of an empty dream, a voice whispers in your ear, and all of a sudden you understand what he means.

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hotyanderedaddies · 1 year ago

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Yandere Cat Café Owner Wants You

[Yandere! Cat Dad Boyfriend x GN! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

Kitty Café opened up down the block from your apartment, and ever since you'd seen the fliers promising delicious treats with tons of cats to play with, you'd made it your life's mission to visit it.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend was crazy allergic to cats, so you had to go solo. It bummed you out, sure; but the idea of getting to spend some time with tons of cats more than made up for it. You knew that you couldn't adopt one, but maybe you could do a little donation instead.

"Welcome!" a deep, warm voice sounded out as soon as you entered the small café.

Behind the desk was a large behemoth of a man. Even from across the room, you could tell that he towered over you. His body was thick and solid with muscle, and the tight polo he wore was painted across his large chest.

Around him, tiny kittens mewed and pawed at him, asking for pets.

The entire café was littered with cats (duh), but most of them seemed to be sticking close to the man.

"H-hi," you stuttered back, feeling nervous under the intense gaze of the larger man. His eyes widened when you spoke, and you could clearly see his Adam's apple quiver a little, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly. "I, uh, I saw the fliers and I had to come see the new cat café."

The man's smile grew on his face. "Great!" he beamed. "You're actually my first customer. I'm Dominik the owner, by the way. But you can call me Da-- *cough, Dom." He smiled nervously, a pinkish hue forming on his face. "What can I get you?"

The owner was really friendly, and he seemed to be over the moon to have a customer. You could tell by how giddy he seemed, and even some of the kittens picked up on it, their glances shifting between him and you.

You looked at the menu behind Dom, amazed by the wide array of tasty treats and delicious drinks that you could order. There were so many choices that you couldn't make up your mind.

"Um," you wondered. "Surprise me." You shrugged, figuring that the café owner wouldn't find the request too annoying... or at least you hoped not.

Luckily, Dom's smile remained, and it even grew bigger. "Sure thing, Kitten," he grinned. "Go ahead and take a seat and I'll bring it out to you."

You winced internally at his odd nickname for you, but ignored it for the moment.

You took a seat near the window, taking time to pet some of the cats that were brave enough to wander close to you. A fluffy orange kitten with little stripes on it clawed its way up your pant leg, hopping into your lap and purring loudly.

"Aww, cute little guy," you cooed as you pet the kitten, loving how it purred even louder.

"That's Pumpkin," Dom said as he approached the table. "It looks like he likes you."

Dom placed a small cup on the table in front of you and a little baked treat. It looked like a cookie in the shape of a cat, whereas the cup was a latte with a little heart made out of the foam. It was really cute.

"Thank you," you said as you took a sip of the latte, your eyes widening at how sweet it was. And it totally lacked any of the bitterness that coffee drinks typically have. In short: It was fantastic! "This is amazing!"

Dom took the seat opposite yours. "I'm glad you like it, Kitten," he genuinely smiled. He then nodded at Pumpkin. "Are you looking for a cat to take home?"

You frowned slightly. "No," you relented. "My boyfriend's allergic to cats, so I can't adopt one."

Dom's smile vanished and his square jaw clenched. "Yeah..." he huffed, something audible in his deep voice, "that's not too good." He sighed before forcing a smile back onto his face. "I guess that means that you'll just have to come visit more often."

You looked up at the larger man in awe.

Blushing, Dom hurriedly added, "I know Pumpkin will miss you."

Almost as if on cue, Pumpkin meowed.

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After your first visit to the café, you quickly became a regular.

Every so often, you would come by to play with Pumpkin and some of the other cats.

And each and every time, Dom would light up and eagerly strike up a conversation with you, looking as giddy as a kid on Christmas. He was really nice to you and he was quickly starting to grow on you.

He was becoming a really great friend to you.

One day, you rushed over to the café, eager to tell the man the wonderful news that you had. Your fists balled up excitedly, you burst into the small shop, seeing Dom sitting near the counter with a few new kittens.

He perked up when he saw you, his face instantly brightening up. "Hey, Y/N!" he cheered, then he saw how excited you looked. "What's the good news?"

You couldn't resist shoving your left out towards him, showing off the gold band on your ring finger. "My boyfriend proposed!" you ecstatically cheered. "Check out the ring too! Nice, right?"

You were all smiles, dreaming of walking down the aisle to marry your boyfriend: a.k.a. the man of your dreams.

Dom smiled too, although his grin didn't touch his eyes. In fact, his smile looked pained, forced. He sharply exhaled before perking up slightly.

"How about a drink to celebrate?" he asked. "I've been working on a new one." He moved behind the counter and began to shuffle around with some ingredients, his broad back blocking your view of what he was messing with. He peeked over his shoulder to make sure that you couldn't see him add something special to your cup.

When he was done, Dom turn back around and placed a warm mug in front of you. He made sure to take extra care to shape the foam into a cute little kitty.

"I hope you enjoy," Dom grinned, pushing the mug closer to you.

You grabbed it and took a sip. The drink was incredibly sweet, just as you liked it. "It's delicious, Dom," you beamed. "Thank you so much!"

He smiled triumphantly as you downed your drink.

As the two of you talked about your wedding plans (Dom's smile morphed into a frown the more you went on about it), you suddenly felt yourself get a little dizzy.

You placed a shaking hand up to your head to try and steady yourself, but the room felt like it was spinning.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Dom asked, a cheerful tone in his voice.

You wondered what was going on, not sure if you were catching a virus or something. "Um," you mumbled, "I think I'm getting sick. I'll just head home..."

You stood up, but your legs were wobbly and they gave out on you, sending you toppling down.

Before you hit the hard ground, Dom rushed over and wrapped both of his strong arms around you, securing you tightly in his hold. He pulled you to his torso, and you felt his chest rumble a little as he seemingly purred like a happy cat.

"Wha--?" you tried to ask, but it getting harder to speak as your vision blurred and you felt weaker by the second.

"Shh," Dom cooed as he placed a tender hand on your cheek. "Just relax, Kitten. Let Daddy take care of you."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, everything went black...

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When you began to stir awake, you first noticed that everything felt so comfortable. Seriously, whatever bed you were lying in had the softest sheets, and there was a fluffy comforter that was so incredibly warm. And speaking of warm, a large body cuddled you from behind, keeping you nice and secured--

"What!?" you jolted awake, everything rushing to you all at once. You struggled to move, but your panic only heightened as you realized that your arms and legs were bound together by what felt like silk ties. The fabric was soft to the touch so as not to irritate your skin, but they were tied so tightly that they severely restricted your movement.

Looking around the bedroom that you found yourself in, you could see that there were tons of cat toys and décor around. A few of the kittens from the café where in the room, watching you intently. Pumpkin purred happily when he saw you, his tail flicking to and fro with glee.

You kept trying to thrash your body around to get free, but the body behind you only tightened its grip on you, effectively stopping you.

"Calm down, Kitten," Dom sleepily yawned, his hot breath wafting over your ear due to his closeness to you.

You tensed up when you felt his lips press to your cheek.

"Dom?!" you cried, unable to get free with his arms around you. He even laid one of his strong legs over yours, his entire body acting as a double lock. "What's going on?"

The larger man chuckled. "Kitten," he cooed, "isn't it obvious? You going to marry that... guy." He said the last part with such anger in his voice that it almost came out as a growl, making some of the cats in the room hiss in response. "So I had to just snatch you up and take you home with me."

You were stunned silent, unable to wrap your head around what was going on. "What do you mean?" you trembled.

Dom pressed his lips against you once more, purring as he did so. "I love you so much, Y/N. So I brought you home with me to convince you to be with me, not with your ex-boyfriend."

"You're insane..." you try to argue, earning a nip from him.

"Don't say that," he hissed. "I'm not insane, you're insane for trying to marry some guy who's not me. You belong to me, and that's why you're here: to be with me, and only me."

Dom tightened his grip on you, sealing off any hope of escape.

"You're mine."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere boy #yandere daddy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #obsessive love #possessive boyfriend #Cat Cafe #Cat Dad #Daddy x You

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nosyp · 7 months ago

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The most dangerous yanderes in twst

Note = They're all dangerous but... yk... also i'm sorry if tumblr made the pics blurry pls enjoy

1. Malleus Draconia

First place goes to the one and only Malleus Draconia. Mostly due to his immense power and position that allows him to be an overwhelming and intimidating yandere.

Malleus is arguably the most dangerous yandere because of his immense magical abilities and his conviction that you’re destined to be with him. His obsession is tied to his loneliness, and he believes he has the right to keep you by his side.

Malleus doesn’t need to physically harm anyone to assert dominance—his mere presence is already terrifying. However, if someone does try to take you away or you attempt to leave him, his wrath could be devastating. His dragon heritage means he’s willing to destroy everything around you to ensure you stay by his side.

If you even dare to reject him, he may or may not create a magical barrier around you, trapping you in a "fairy tale" world where you’re forced to love him.

He sees your relationship as predestined, so no matter how much you beg or plead, he will not change his mind whatsoever.

2. Vil Schoenheit

He's good at psychological and emotional manipulation. And Vil is dangerously obsessive especially his pursuit of perfection—not just in himself, but in you. He is subtle and insidious, using his charm and intelligence to manipulate your mind and emotions.

Vil can and will gaslight you into believing that your world revolves around him. He doesn’t need to physically harm you; he’s good at isolating you, destroying your self-esteem, and making you believe you’re nothing without him.

Vil might destroy your relationships with others by planting doubts in your mind or theirs. If you try to escape, he’ll emotionally devastate you, ensuring you have nowhere else to turn.

The worst part about him is that he can make you believe that staying with him is your own choice.

3. Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s possessiveness and quick temper make him a direct and intimidating yandere. He has no problem using his physical strength to eliminate threats or keep you under control.

Leona doesn’t hesitate to act on his jealousy. Anyone who gets close to you is immediately seen as competition, and he won’t hold back in asserting dominance back in your life. His royal status also gives him the resources to control your life completely.

If someone tries to help you escape, Leona might “remove” them from the picture—permanently. He doesn’t believe in second chances so say goodbye to them cuz that's probably the last time you'll ever see them.

His actions are unapologetically aggressive, and his view of you as "his" means he won’t tolerate defiance. This means that he won't hesitate to put you back in your place when you're acting up.

4. Idia Shroud

Idia's dangerous because of his intelligence and mastery of technology. He can monitor your every move, manipulate your social and digital life, and create situations that force you to rely on him.

Idia doesn’t need to leave his room to control you. He could lock you out of your accounts, track your location, or even fabricate evidence against anyone who tries to take you away. His introverted nature hides a deep paranoia that makes him unpredictable.

If one day you try to escape, Idia might isolate you digitally, ensuring you can’t contact anyone for help. He could also create a false narrative online, ruining your reputation to make you entirely dependent on him.

His paranoia lets him always be one step ahead of you, and his delusions about your "connection" make him dangerous in ways that are hard to escape.

5. Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia’s playful and mischievous nature hides a deeply strategic mind. As someone with centuries of experience, he knows exactly how to manipulate people and situations to his advantage. His actions can be terrifyingly unpredictable.

Lilia’s unpredictability is what makes him hard to outwit. One moment, he’s doting on you with affection; the next, he’s orchestrating events to ensure you’re completely isolated. His combat skills and magical prowess mean you couldn’t physically escape him even if you tried.

Lilia might orchestrate a series of "accidents" for anyone who tries to interfere in your relationship, all while maintaining his innocent smile.

His centuries of experience mean he’s patient and willing to play the long game, ensuring you’re his forever. G'luck

Honorable mentions cuz they don't get enuf love

Rook Hunt: Even though, Rook is obsessive and stalker-like, his focus on admiration and “artistic” obsession makes him less outwardly threatening compared to ones in the top 5. But, his unpredictability and willingness to stalk you everywhere can make him dangerous in its own right.

Trey Clover: Trey’s manipulation is subtle and psychological, but his methods aren’t as extreme as Vil’s or Idia’s. He’s still dangerous in how easily he can guilt you into submission.

Cater Diamond: Cater’s dependency and need for attention make him dangerous in a passive-aggressive way, but he lacks the direct threat level of Leona or Malleus.

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cherbexr · 9 months ago

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Sentinel's Conjunx HCs

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Sorry I love this sick sick man </3

For anyone who doesn't know, Conjunx Endura means spouse

Warnings: Mentions of R*pe, bad language, Slight Spoilers, Mean Sentinel

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You could have gotten paired up with this mech in two ways. Either he threatened to kill your family, or you willingly wanted to be with him (if you're continuing from the meeting headcanons).

He announced this to all of Iacon and every bot seemed to welcome you with open arms! Sure, some bots weren't happy to hear that their crush got mated to some random bot. Before this he made you polish up and look all dolly and stuff.

I feel like he might act like a good mate for the first couple of weeks, maybe months. Yeah, he has to go to the surface for a bit, but he'll probably call you or something during his "mission to find the matric." You don't know that he's actually meeting with the Quintessons.

He'll hand feed you, bathe you, make sure you have all the latest upgrades, a good paint job, hold you, kiss you, all that nasty lovey-dovey stuff.

That's only during the good times, after maybe two or three months that's when it starts to go downhill. I see him starting to ignore you, dismiss you, take his anger out on you, etc. He doesn't let you leave his golden tower unless accompanied by one of his trusted guards.

I feel like at first he'd be hesitant to let you work. He wants you to stay pretty and polished because he needs to keep up a reputation that he has a pretty Junxie. After some thought, he would allow you to work because he feels that if the people see that his Junxie works, so will they!

On the topic of sparklings, this guy would HATE having a kid. What do you mean he has to give his attention, time, and money to this dumb brat? What do you mean he can't recharge cause this stupid sparkling is too busy bawling its optics out?

!!!This is the disturbing part!!!

When he gives it some thought, he believes he should let his legacy carry on. Now what about you? He doesn't give a fuck about what you think. He expects you to just bend over and do as he says. He may even force you to do it against your will. It's one of the things he expects from his mate, to bear his children.

Yikes. Sorry.

Now if you do end up bearing his children, expect you to take care of the thing 80% of the time. The other 20% is one of his NPC guards or maids. Arachnid is damn well not taking care of that thing. If you're with the sparkling and he wants to be with you, he probably would shoo the thing away and make you wash your servos.

If you choose not to, he would get a little upset about it and keep trying.

If you're right in the mind (and not like me) you'll probably want like a breakup or something. He'll look at you and be like, "Yeah no."

And you'll be like, "Why?"

He'll look at you again and show his sweet and caring side and be like, "I just love you too much, how could I let the love of my life leave me?" (yeah we know this is bullshit)

An argument may arise and he'll bring that nasty side out we all know and love.

"I said no. End of discussion."

You'll have no choice but to just shut up and not bring it up again. Plus you have a kid, so it may not be the best decision anyway. Just know, after that conversation you're not allowed out anymore.

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Remember, these are my headcanons! You're free to make up your own or disagree with my headcanons!

Not proofread!

#transformers one #x reader #sentinel prime x reader #sentinal prime #transfomers #sentinel prime tfo #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader #transformers #tf one #tf #tf sentinel prime #sentinel prime #tfone sentinel #airachnid #tf one spoilers

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yeahihyperfixtate · 10 months ago

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Hi your writing is so cute, I saw you're taking reqs rn...

could I possibly have a neurodivergent (maybe specifically ADHD) reader x whatever characters you'd like (preferably all of them but your choice pook) thanks!!

♡ —sylus x adhd!reader

content : fluff, downbad sylus, mc!reader has adhd depicted from a specific perspective, sylus heavily fw adhd havers <3, (heavily written on my own personal perspective of adhd) maybe a pt.2

authors note : my first req <3, this is actually fantastic cause i've got adhd myself! im not too confident with the others yet, literally all my drafts rn are all sylus based (im ashamed to say im not familiar with zayne and xaviers character enough to write them,,, yet.)

please do not characterise adhd based on specifically these events, this is what i've personally experienced and found easy to write, (not everyone has the same experiences/behaviour!)

♡ — adhd!reader who repeats the same story to her current associate at least twice, blissfully unaware of the repetition, a common occurrence—she just can't help herself.. the result is always the same, her enthusiasm bubbling over—the familiar response comes like clockwork: “you told me this story yesterday, remember?” her words halt mid-sentence, her excitement deflating faster than it had filled her chest. “right, sorry, i forgot,” she mumbles, forcing a small, apologetic smile. they nod briefly before their attention flickers back to whatever was so captivating on their phone, leaving her silent, a sigh falling from her mouth instead of the words she wanted to share still lingering on her tongue, unspoken and heavy, even if it was a reoccurrence.

“sylus, you won't believe what happened to me today!” you exclaimed, bursting through the door with wide eyes and a glowing excitement that filled the room. “t-there was this cat—it meowed like a duck or something, it was so sooo adorable!” you squeaked, your voice pitching higher with enthusiasm. “but then i had to leave from break,” you sighed, pouting as you flopped dramatically onto the couch.

sylus glanced up from the news article he was reading, keyword—was. a sly smile crept onto his lips, usual mischief twinkling in his eyes. “oh, is that right, sweetie?" he teased, tilting his head with a mock-serious look. "you'll have to bring me along on your next mission so i can witness these mystical, duck-like cats for myself."

"deal," you grinned, your face lighting up as you giggled, completely unaware of how sylus's gaze softened, his eyes lingering on yours with a quiet admiration.. he'd play along every time, as many times as you needed, his heart melting just a little more with every recount. after all, he wasn't just listening to the story; he was basking in the warmth of your presence, content to play the part of your captivated audience forever.

♡ — adhd!reader who’s grown all too familiar with being ignored by others for most of her life, her excited tangents about a new interest for the day often trailing off into an uncomfortable silence, no response waiting at the end. she used to sit there, the realisation sinking in like a heavy stone—you’ve done it again, idiot—the naturally heard words blaring in her mind as if through a megaphone, shame and self-doubt rushing in like a wave. she’d turn back to her laptop, eyes lowered, the once-comforting cafe ambience now feeling like a weight pressing down on her chest, making it harder to turn back to the task she was supposed to be completing, right, the reports..

sylus, ever the gentleman, makes his way to your side with practised ease, opening the door for you, his hand already outstretched to steady you as you carefully step out, mindful of the hovering dress that threatens to catch under your heels. a soft giggle escapes your lips as you playfully speak, “thank you, kind sir,” your voice light with amusement.

smirking, his eyes sparkling in the dim evening light. “anything for you, my sweet,” he replies with a wink, pulling your hand gently onto his arm. you gladly wrap your arms around his bicep, feeling the warmth of his strength under your fingers as you walk together, leaving the valet behind. the fine dining restaurant ahead glows softly in the night, a place you had casually mentioned to him just two nights ago as a date idea.

“but the duality of this bitch,” you huffed, voice full of frustration. “to talk behind my back like i was in the wrong. like, seriously? you cheat on your boyfriend, and then get mad when i don’t want to be friends with you anymore? oh, and i forgot to tell you—my friend, well ex-friend knew about it, she was hiding it from us the whole time!”

your words spilled out in a rush, the weekly gossip pouring faster than you could control. it wasn’t until you hit a pause in your tangent that it hit you—fuck, i did it again. you looked up at him, bracing yourself, searching his face for any sign of annoyance, for that familiar look people often gave you when you rambled too much. but instead, you found his hand gently stroking your bejewelled one—his gifts, of course—while his crimson eyes stayed locked on yours, soft and full of affection. not a trace of irritation.

just as you were about to apologise for going on too long, he beat you to it, his voice calm and sweet, “you’d think the hunters of linkon would act better. i was sorely mistaken.” his lips curled into a soft chuckle, eyes glinting playfully. “so… what did you say to her and your now ex-friend? you didn't finish.”

relief flooded through you. of course—he wanted to hear more. with his gentle smile urging you on, you dove back into the tale, feeling lighter, knowing you could share whatever you wanted to in this world with him without any thought whatsoever.

♡ — adhd!reader who accidentally interrupts her friends and family—she just can’t help it, really, she can’t. it’s the same scenario every time: friends are mid-conversation, talking about someone or something, and before she can stop herself, she’s chiming in too early, cutting them off without meaning to. they pause, giving that familiar look—half-surprised, half-apologetic or whatever it was. “ah, sorry,” she mutters, biting her lip to stay quiet. but it’s so hard. especially when they start talking about that café she just went to yesterday, mentioning the specific drink that was on sale—the very one you ordered. the words are right there, bubbling up in your chest, why was it so hard to keep quiet?

sylus strolls into the kitchen with a sly grin, “i’ve got a surprise for you tonight, kitten.” his arms wrap around you from behind as you focus on whipping up your favourite brownies—ones in the last batch that went mysteriously missing, thanks to the twins no doubt. you giggle, already used to this affectionate routine, as sylus leans in to inhale the scent of your perfume lingering on his shirt, one of his smaller ones that still manages to engulf you completely. “can I get a clue?” you ask, impressively keeping your attention on measuring the cocoa powder, despite his playful distraction.

“you’ll just have to wait and see sweetie,” sylus chuckles, shifting beside you but keeping an arm snugly around your waist, his warmth never leaving your side. “although i should probably tell you t—” sylus’s words were abruptly cut off by your excitement bursting through. “oooh, wait! is it that new cat café I was talking about a few days ago? the one that opens up at night?”

your excitement quickly deflated as you looked up at him, realizing you’d interrupted him—again. a familiar sinking feeling crept in, but before you could even apologise, you caught sylus’s expression. looking down at you, more love in his eyes than you ever thought possible, his smile soft and full of affection. “that’s actually what i’ve planned for us tomorrow, dear,” he smirked, leaning in closer, his face inches from yours. “but like i said, you’ll find out tonight. just make sure to wear that dress i got you.” your heart fluttered at his words, the warmth of his voice and the way he effortlessly brushed off your little interruption. you giggled softly, leaning into his touch as he gently squeezed your waist. “fine, but I’m holding you to that cat café date,” you teased, already imagining the sweet night ahead.

#lads x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace sylus x reader #lads sylus x reader #sylus x reader #lads #lads sylus #love and deepspace x reader

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heartz4levi · 3 months ago

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Not gonna lie.. i need perverted! till.. Like straight up nasty..

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kiss me on my open mouth, ready for you !

☆ thinking abt perverted till . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . combined with anon's request : "More dom till degradation NSFW pls.... with icing and a cherry on top im down bad for him" ,, dom!till ,, sub!reader ,, perverted till ,, breaking news reader matches till's freak?? ,, implied stalking ,, degradation (reader receiving) ,, a whole lot of name calling (reader receiving) ,, this is nasty i'm sorry but the end is a little bit more.. wholesome? loving? yeeeaahhh. ><

till can't explain it, but he's infatuated with you. scratch that, infatuated isn't even the right word — he's obsessed with you.

he doesn't know why, he has no recollection of when this unhealthy one—sided relationship even started, but he can't seem to get you off of his mind. this odd development of feelings has gone too far.

every night till's mind practically forces him to fantasize about you. what it would be like if you were his, how would it feel to have you in his arms and more.

whenever you pass by till, he can't tear his eyes away. he's stuck gawking at you, taking in every little thing that has changed. the way you styled your hair, your choice of outfit, the accessories you're donning and so on.

sometimes thoughts so disrespectful pop up in till's mind that he feels disgusted by just existing. by living in his skin. whenever you're standing next to him he tries his hardest not to take a peek at your chest or your ass, at night he tries to distract himself by thinking about anything other than what it would feel like to be inside of you.

but those scenarios always come running back to him.

or maybe it's him who comes running back to them whenever he needs to let off some steam, one arm draped over his eyes while his other hand hastily fists his cock, visualizing that it's you who is making him feel good. alas, he is only dreaming.

one day, those dreams all become a reality. till can't even say that he's himself anymore when you're around as a primal need, instinct, immediately overcomes him. he doesn't try to shove the inappropriate thoughts away anymore, he decides to act upon them.

'coincidentally' ending up in your vicinity more often, fishing out every bit and piece of information he can find about you, forcing you into yet another conversation with him even if you or him are busy.

all so he could finally catch you one day, drag you down into the fucked up pit he slipped and fell into once upon a time and make you his. in all honesty, till did expect you to fight back, to protest, to try and run away.

much to his surprise, you.. cooperated.

not that till is complaining — instead of having to manhandle you into staying still, he can fold you into the nastiest positions and rearrange your guts to his liking because all you do is encourage him with your shameless moans.

instead of having to clasp a hand over your mouth or gag you to stop you from calling for help, begging for mercy, till can tell you all the details of what morally ambiguous things he wants to do to you and your body while you agree mindlessly, babbling pleas for him to use you to his heart's content.

hell, you're so pliant, till can berate you for being just as if not more sick in the head than he is and you'll nod without a second thought. if he calls you a free—use whore, you repeat his words, speaking condescendingly to yourself. where has your dignity gone, till wonders.

not that it really matters. he doesn't need to pamper you into behaving well, doesn't need to sing your praises just so you'll let him bury his cock deep inside your gummy walls. you'll take him willingly whenever he sees fit, and you'll melt regardless of whether he spits out the meanest words addressed to you or rewards you with kind, reassuring words for being so complacent.

but, deep down, till knows that he would get on his knees and grovel before you if you ordered him to. because his adoration, his obsession with you has only skyrocketed ever since you reciprocated his feelings in a surprising turn of events.

and, deep down, you're aware. it's quite obvious if you're perceptive enough to notice the way he desperately clings onto you even when he's pounding into you so hard that you are being forcefully driven into the mattress, the way he always whines out a barely coherent 'love you' every time he cums.

not to mention, till still stares at you like a lovesick puppy with hearts in his eyes. he just gets a little bit carried away during sex.

#⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ heartz4till #⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ 🎐anon #alien stage #alnst #alnst x reader #alnst smut #till alien stage #till alnst #till alien stage x reader #till alnst x reader #till alien stage smut #till alnst smut

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merakiui · 10 months ago

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OHSHC AU where reader breaks a precious arrifact from one of the dorms maybe all but instead of repaying the huggeeee debt with hours of labour she has to pay with her body and can’t refuse :)

every kink in the book is used as she’s pleading with the dorm leaders for mercy, crying about forgiveness but all they can hear is that her mouth is very wide open and needs to be replaced with a cock or gag </3 poor reader doesn’t have time to take birth control! and none of the students at nrc know what condoms are oopsies!! imagine savanaclaw in their heat … oh boy rip her pussy! she’ll never know a peaceful day until graduation but even then one of the dorm leaders might take her with them to spend forever with them

Omg yes,,, ohshc au, but it's freaky and full of sex because those scheming boys now have a girl in their debt and that opens so many possibilities. Their methods in dealing with you would all be different, of course, but in the end you're probably getting dicked down either way. <3

I think Riddle's punishments are probably more old-fashioned. If you can't fix whatever it is you broke, then you will write lines stating that you will be more careful, that you won't break anything again, etc. Or he'll make you write an essay detailing why exactly you're sorry, why you ought to be forgiven, etc. T_T really, these are just punishments his own mother gave to him in order to push him to do better in his studies. Riddle doesn't know any better.

He thinks differently when someone like Ace or Cater offhandedly and jokingly remarks how unlucky you must feel. Good thing their Housewarden isn't some pervert, otherwise he could totally force you to give him blowjobs whenever he wanted all under the guise of "repaying your debt." Riddle is appalled. He would never stoop so low! This is Heartslabyul, not Octavinelle. >:( still, the basic concept is just a little appealing. So maybe he's got a small crush on you, and maybe it would be easier to get you to spend time with him if you had no other choice. He makes you join him for tea parties in the gardens, for games of croquet, etc. His hope is that you'll warm up to him and not feel so rigid around him. orz

Leona probably doesn't care as much about the artifact as someone like Riddle might. It has no sentimental value to him personally, so why should he be worried? Besides, it was pretty old anyway. But that doesn't mean you can get off completely innocent. You're the reason he's got more work on his plate now, what with having to deal with the Headmage squawking at him about it. He allows you to choose between two punishments: either you become Savanaclaw's errand girl and do much the same work Ruggie does around the dorm, or you spend every night literally warming his bed (i.e. let him use you as a pillow if you're going to be good and still and quiet). If you want an easy way out, you'll choose the latter. Besides, his bed is comfortable, big enough for two. And as long as you aren't a pain, he doesn't mind. (You are definitely going to be warming his bed in other ways. The innuendo in his words is not lost on Leona.)

Azul...... of course he's slimy and sleazy about it. Oh, you poor soul. How is he ever going to get over this dear, priceless artifact that you have so carelessly broke? Jade is there to oh-so-helpfully inform you of its market price and what it could currently go for if sold. And Floyd's there to poke fun at the unfortunate predicament you've found yourself in. But Azul is a resourceful octopus. He makes a grand show of contemplating what he should do with you just to watch you squirm nervously, as if he hasn't already planned it out from the very beginning. He'll capitalize on your being a girl and have you work the floor in the lounge. There's always an increase in tips and sales when you're serving the customers, and why wouldn't there be? A cute, helpless girl in a school full of boys is an appealing sight.

He's irritating, but he isn't callous! Jade and Floyd are there to look out for you in case any of the patrons get it in their heads that they ought to appreciate you through touch instead of simply staring. Your uniforms change with every new event Mostro Lounge holds. Azul knows his target audience well because he also fits into that same group LOL. So maybe the sight of you in frilly uniforms is appealing. Sue him. >_< he wants you so badly, and luckily (with you being indebted to him) he has you all to himself. :) after hours are a very fun time at the lounge.

Kalim doesn't see what the issue is. He's not mad, so please don't cry!!! 🥺 you'll make him cry if you're not happy... Jamil is just about ready to pass out while he calculates just how bad this is. And here Kalim is, not caring in the slightest! T_T but Kalim is more sympathetic towards you, not the vase you broke. Besides, he can just get another one. :D no harm done at all! There really isn't any punishment to be had. If you insist on repaying your debt, Kalim tells you it's all water under the bridge.

Jamil is the only one who insists this is a good idea, and if Jamil thinks it's fine then Kalim agrees. So now you're sort of,,, there in Scarabia. Jamil puts you to work when Kalim isn't around, but when Kalim is there he spoils you rotten. The complete opposite of a punishment. There's definitely dubious shadows to this, though. For all of the delicious foods and alcohol you consume, you wake with hazy memories, only ever recalling you looked into the eyes of...something before you fell. Was it a snake? Maybe... but Kalim is always there in the morning to smother you in affection, so maybe it's not so bad.

You are Vil's newest pet project. He goes in with metaphorical fork and knife and cuts into you with his criticism, all of which is completely valid. You were clumsy when you broke that artifact. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings. You were completely oblivious, so in your own world. Epel would feel bad for you, but finally he gets to relax just a little bit now that Vil's eyes are mostly off of him and centered on you. Vil is going to put you through a reformation of sorts. You will come out of it your best, most elegant self! A wonderful improvement from your earlier carelessness. Only then will he forgive your previous transgression.

You and Vil get on like oil and water. That is, you don't mix at all. You are subjected to curses left and right because Vil is so strict. Suddenly, you can't eat certain foods and if you try to sneak them you find they've all been cursed (courtesy of Vil). If you try to slack on the work he has you do, even when you know he's not around, somehow word gets back to Vil. That creepy hunter always seems to know everything you do even when you're alone. It's troubling. Vil likes to think his heart is an iron fortress, so it's impossible to fathom when he falls for you first (and so hopelessly, at that)!

Idia doesn't put as much value in that artifact as he does in his own anime collection. If you broke something from his collection that was limited edition, he'd be far more upset (and then proceed to pull out the second one he got as back-up for this very specific moment). But this is an easy fix, really. He has the technology to make it good as new and, if that can't be done, he can always build a new one. Upgrades are important and necessary in some cases, especially when things get too outdated. It's a little awkward having a real 3D girl in his room all the time, though. >_< kick his ass in the twst equivalent of Smash and he's looking at you in a completely different light (hearing you trash talk him is so arousing; he's never been more hard).

Let's say the thing you broke in this case was a gargoyle. You're not sure how it happened, but it's headless now and Malleus is just staring silently at you. You can't read the emotions on his face, but with the way Sebek is shouting at you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness you think you're about to be burnt to a crisp. It's so uneasy and awkward, and all you can do is apologize profusely, insisting you didn't mean to break it. It's Lilia who comes to your rescue: "Now, now, Malleus. You'll scare the poor child if you keep frowning so. Mistakes happen, do they not?" Silver also comes to your aid, adding that it wasn't your intention to break this gargoyle. It was an accident.

So now here you are, the second member of the Gargoyle Studies Club, accompanying Malleus for club activities while he teaches you all about gargoyles so that you can gain a better appreciation for them. It was Lilia's idea in the first place. He is Malleus's unofficial wingman. One way or another, you're going to find yourself alone in the woods with Malleus while Lilia is in the bushes belting out "romantic" love ballads from the old ages. T_T someone put peepaw to bed... at the very least, it lessens the awkward tension between you and Malleus, and it even gets the both of you laughing.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: dubcon #i wrote it and yet it isn't nearly as freaky... orz it's a slow burn sort of freak :3

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pineconepie · 3 months ago

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I've really rushed this, but I hope this is good!! ^^

TW: Angry Cullen towards reader, yelling, mentioned kidnapping, slight forced infantilization, platonic yanderes

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It's been a while since you arrived at August and Cullen's house.

At first you enjoyed getting spoiled by your fathers, but now it's getting overwhelming, especially when they hover over you all the time. It doesn't help that they don't like letting you leave the house. You need a moment alone.

So, when Cullen leaves for work for the afternoon and August busies himself with baking cookies in the kitchen, you decide to sneak off.

Since it's a Thursday night, there shouldn't be too many people out and about; however, you can still avoid any possible crowds if you can manage to find an empty store somewhere. Just for a piece of mind.

It's been so long since you were able to go anywhere with your captors, you just want a taste of freedom, even if its brief.

You glance over at August, who's still busy making his cookies. Then, you begin tiptoeing down the hallway. Careful not to make a noise, you slowly grab your hoodie from the coat rack, slipping it over your head.

Just as carefully, you grab your shoes from beside the front door and slip them onto your feet.

Hesitantly, you reach for the doorknob. But before you touch it, you glance behind you to double-check and see if August somehow managed to catch wind of you leaving despite how quiet you've been thus far.

But August is still humming and dancing along to his music, swaying his hips and sprinkling chocolate chips into his batter.

He looks so happy, you almost feel guilty, but if everything goes to plan, you'll get back before either of them notices you're gone.

With another deep breath, you open the front door. It makes the slightest creaking sound, but August doesn't notice. Once you're outside, you close the door and head to your destination. You have a few dollars from chores that Cullen had given you. Surely neither would mind too much.

How else were you supposed to spend cash, after all?

Maybe you'll get each of them something nice, just in case they do find out. Maybe that'll soften the blow if they find out.

As you continue walking down the sidewalk, you sigh in relief upon noticing how barren the streets are tonight.

It's a blessing. No chance encounters. No accidental bump-ins.

It's freeing.

When you finally reach the nearest convenience store, you browse the aisles aimlessly. There aren't many people around, and certainly no one you recognize.

As you go, you look at every little item and its price. Your options seem limitless compared to the very limited options of... well, anything, in your past.

Cigarettes, soda, chips, candy...

You then find some cute keychains, and one is of a deer, August's favorite animal.

You remember watching Bambi a few days ago with your dads, curled between them on the couch with hot cocoa. And then August crying, and Cullen reminding him he's seen the movie several times before.

You chuckle a bit at the memory.

Perhaps this is the best choice.

But there aren't any cool-looking keychains for Cullen. You bite your lip and look some more.

Then, to your luck, there is a section of energy drinks. Cullen likes them, even though August complains about the caffeine intake.

You attempt to do math in your head, coming to the conclusion you'd have barely any money left over to buy yourself something. You scan over everything, before settling on a cheap snack you like, even though both of your dads would buy it for you if you asked.

Still, it feels nice to buy something for yourself.

...

"Welcome home," August chirps, leaning down slightly to kiss his husband. "How was your day, dear?"

"Boring," Cullen sighs. He takes off his coat and hangs it on the rack. "Where's (Y/n)?"

"Sleeping. They're still adjusting to everything, so they're all tuckered out," August replies. He lets out a sigh that shows his nerves are shot, and Cullen wastes no time in rubbing his upper arms to soothe him. "I'm trying so hard not to be overbearing, but it's so hard. This is probably the longest I've left them alone... I should check on them, they've been quiet."

Cullen chuckles a little, and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek. "If they haven't made any noise, they're likely still napping," he reasons. But after seeing his husband chew on his lower lip, he offers a smile. "I'll pop in to make sure they're still okay. Why don't you take a break?"

"You're the one who just got home from work," August chuckles.

"And I didn't do a single thing all day except stare at paperwork." With that, Cullen makes his way down the hall to you room. "Baby?" he calls in a sing-song tone. He quietens down when he doesn't get a response.

Poor thing, must still be sleeping.

He gently knocks on the door, still receiving no response. After a few seconds, he creaks open the door and slips into your room. "Sorry for waking you, angel," he apologizes sweetly. "Your papa sent me to—" he stops talking when he sees you aren't in your bed at all. His brows furrow and his heart rate speeds up. "Are you hiding?"

When he receives no answer, his paranoia sets in, making his brain wonder if your abductors broke into their house again, stealing you away without them having any idea.

"(Y/n), this isn't funny," he rasps, throwing some of your things around, as if by some miracle, you're hiding under something.

After a minute of calling and frantically searching, he scrambles downstairs, calling your name and checking every single room.

Cullen sees his husband staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes. "I can't find them," he whispers. "They weren't in their room."

"What?!" August shrieks.

"Stay there in case they come back!" he yells, grabbing his keys before rushing back outside.

...

As you finish paying for your stuff, you head out of the store.

In the time you were inside, it had gotten significantly darker outside. Even though you were gone less than an hour, you couldn't help but fear how angry your fathers might be with you. You begin racing down the sidewalk, praying that neither August nor Cullen realize you're gone.

The faster you run, the worse your guilt becomes.

You stop running in hopes of calming yourself down before heading home. It won't help anyone if you show up in such a panicked state.

Still, you don't think you can stay still much longer, so you force yourself to keep going.

Suddenly, a loud, rumbling sound comes from behind you, scaring you so badly you jump up and spin around.

It's a car, rapidly speeding in your direction, catching you in its headlights. You freeze, too scared to even breathe. Then it slams on its brakes and comes to an abrupt halt. Just a couple inches away.

You know that car anywhere. It's your parents'.

The driver's door opens quickly, slamming into the car parked in front of it.

A man steps out of it.

It's Cullen. He rushes towards you.

"...hi, Da—"

Without giving you the opportunity to speak, Cullen grabs your wrist in a death grip and begins pulling you towards the car. He throws open the passenger door and forces you into the seat.

Before you can react, he reaches over you and buckles you in, clicking the belt in place. He practically slams your own door shut when he finishes securing you.

He then races back to the driver's side, slides into his own seat, and closes his door with enough force to shake the vehicle. He grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"I..."

"Don't speak to me right now," he growls, voice shaking in barely contained fury.

As soon as his engine is revved up, he peels out, taking you back home.

The entire drive back is suffocating with silence. Cullen never removes one of his hands from the wheel, as if he needs something to hold onto, and stares straight ahead, eyes laser-focused on the road in front of him.

Once you reach your house, he doesn't even bother to park the car properly.

He parks diagonally and carelessly, barely missing hitting one of your neighbors. Like before, he rushes around the front of the car, opening your door for you and all but yanks you out of your seat. He makes quick work of getting you out of the car and dragging you into the house.

When the two of you step foot inside, August is pacing anxiously and chewing his thumb. He then looks up, freezing once he realizes you've arrived home safely.

"Oh, my sweet baby!" he sobs, rushing over to embrace you.

Despite yourself, you return the hug with trembling limbs.

"(Y/n) was just down the street," Cullen tells him bitterly. His eyes glare at you as he speaks. "All alone. In the dark."

August gasps and looks down at you.

His anger doesn't last long, though, because the next thing you know, he's bursting into tears again, clinging to you even harder than before. "Sweetheart," he sobs into your hair.

You glance up at Cullen, who still looks angry, but its less focused on you specifically this time. Still, his arms are folded over his chest.

"For all we know, you were kidnapped again!" he finally says, only once August's sobs turn into sniffles. "Didn't we tell you to not go out without one of us with you?!" You open your mouth to protest, but Cullen cuts you off. "We aren't letting you go anywhere unsupervised anymore. Not after this. Clearly you can't be trusted. It's my fault for giving you that privilege in the first place."

"I'm sorry," you murmur. Tears fall down your own eyes. "I just... needed some space."

"By sneaking out?!" Cullen exclaims. His demeanor changes when you flinch. Sighing, he pulls both you and August into a big bear hug, squeezing both of you. "I don't do this to be mean, or to hurt you, kiddo." His voice breaks at the last word, and his hold tightens. "We just want to protect you."

In an attempt to cheer them up, you reach into your bag and hand them their gifts. "I got you these," you mutter. "I know it doesn't take away what I did, but... I wanted to get these for you."

"Oh, honey," August sniffles, clutching his new keychain. "It's adorable!" He gets even more emotional, if that were even possible, and yanks you back into his arms. "You're too sweet."

Cullen sets his gift down and hugs you both ten times tighter. "Please, please don't ever scare us like that again. We love you, baby. And we don't know what we'd do if we lost you again."

#answered ask #parental yandere #platonic yandere #cullen oc #august oc

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omgfangirlland · 1 month ago

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I think I just fell in love with 🫀 anon. Wanna be friends with them so bad frfr

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🫀 anon is very nice! And we just got another anon that I think you'll love adding to the Ben10!Reader (:

Sorry, I got distracted with an itch for Sims 4 due to watching a Sims builder make some nice houses and went down a custom content rabbit hole 🫠🫠

There's a reason Bruce is shaking and pale- but let's go back a bit.

After you left, Martha and Thomas were sure soon enough someone would notice, maybe not Bruce, maybe not even Alfred, but surely a kid would. The kid did- true- but they just thought you moved out, after all, it wasn't like Bruce was out and proud of you- hell, the man didn't even rectify the rumor that you were dead.

And Martha and Thomas started acting out. They're ghosts, flashes of what they were once upon a time, they're holding on out of desperation and anger, and all they felt right now was that. Desperation and anger.

It starts small, things they knew they could do without exhausting themselves, right? Moving that, drawing that with ketchup, flickering the lights. But the more they do that, the more powerful they get. Rattling all the furniture in the bed, letting them hear their cries and words, appearing in reflections for seconds.

Around this time, Martha goes after the man they hired, and Alfred becomes robotic in his duties, disassociating, as he realizes the scream he heard that day wasn't your mother realizing what she was doing, it was Martha. He thinks of how lucky you were that day, but the thought of checking on you doesn't even cross his mind.

And when Thomas appears in Bruce's dreams, bloody and choking as he cries, Bruce breaks. "How could you? She was just a baby!" Bruce wakes up, barely breathing while he stumbles out of his room, the room seemingly spinning and closing in as he trips over his feet towards your room. And then he stops, and so do the walls. He doesn't know where your room is.

Chaos ensues as the man goes to Alfred and then his other kids, asking them for help in finding you- Bruce almost collapsed when half of his kids don't even know who you are- and then he calls John. For an exorcism and a tracking spell.

As your name leaves Bruce's and his mom's lips, it takes a while for John to finally connect the dots. Jaw-dropping, realizing you lied to him about having no ties to Bruce Wayne. He should have know better by the way you had paled and your boytoys straightened.

John immediately refuses, saying that you were in- he choked on his words- good hands, protected by an actual angel, the biblical kind, and friendly with the current king of hell. Thomas Wayne wasn't having it tho'.

Now, your siblings, to various degrees, feel some kind of guilt, while the ones who didn't even know of your existence are furious. By everything they know, your mom is insane, tried to kill you, and then Bruce proceeded to ignore you like you didn't just exit the newborn stage. Damian felt that anger- due to Bruce marrying your mom and not his, due to not actually being the firstborn, due to there not even being a sign of your existence.

And after Constantine gave up fighting, Damian started. Yelling, throwing tantrums, being the emotionally unstable kid he is. Dick and Jason were quick to restrain him and move him away, letting Bruce and John carry on while they did everything in their powers to keep him quiet, and away from a staby incident.

Of course, John passes on every word of disappointment, anger, and even disgust the two dead Waynes have, even throwing in some of his own opinions and simply shrugging at the dead woman's glare. Due to Bruce, he'll have to grovel for a long while to get Sam and Dean to trust him again. If he wants to call Bruce a few choice words, he will.

I don't know how Reader would interact with the siblings, mainly due to me seeing her as someone who'll just teleport to another country at a glimpse of a thought of her "family" after being forced to interact with Bruce and Alfred.

You know what would fuck Bruce up, extra hard? Reader having a baby or toddler, specifically a boy that looks like him. Faints on the spot. (I'm not writing that btw, it's a cute thing to imagine Dean being an anxious dad, but I'm terrified of pregnancy and the idea alone makes me nauseous... But, yk, just throwing out the idea)

Martha and Thomas are just happy to see you again... even tho Martha is judging Dean hard.

#anon ask #🔱 anon #dc crossover #neglected reader #supernatural crossover #dc x supernatural #dean winchester x reader #batfam x neglected reader #neglected!reader

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orcasoul · 11 months ago

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Broken Part 1

Summary: Din is on the brink of death. The only way to save him is to remove his helmet. Surely he'll understand and forgive you... right?

Warnings: swearing, description of injuries, angst, established relationship, use of Y/N.

A/N: this one has been on my mind for ages and I couldn't wait any longer. I'm a huge sucker for angst, so I hope I've got this just right.

Word Count: 5,174

"Just... a little further. We're almost... there!" Your knees feel about ready to buckle as the Razor Crest comes into view. "Din! Din, no!..." Din's heavy frame slumps from your shoulder, pulling you to the ground with him. "You... argh... you gotta get up." He's still, terrifyingly still. You press the button on Din's vambrace to lower the ramp and with your waning strength, pull the unconscious bounty hunter across the muddy ground and up the ramp, the desperation to save him overriding the burn of your exhausted muscles.

With a last tug at his wrists, you manage to drag him away from the ramp and further into the belly of the ship, immediately pressing the button to close it. You're not taking any chances. "Din? Din, can you hear me?" You shake his shoulders roughly, hoping the momentum will rouse him. Nothing. But at least he's still breathing. A little wail emanates from the sleeping bunk before the door whooses open, revealing a very worried and frightened Grogu.

In an instant, Grogu is at Din's side, having used the force to propel himself across the hull. "It's okay, buddy. He'll be okay." You don't know who you're trying to convince, him or yourself. Grogu murmurs anxiously, his large ears drooping as he places a tiny hand on Din's helmet. Without another moment to lose, you begin to strip Din of his armour, checking for injuries. There are plenty of cuts and bruises, maybe some bruised ribs, but the injuries don't appear to be severe enough to render him unconscious. "Din!" you shout louder this time "Ner Karta, please wake up."

Your frantic heartbeat thumps against your ribs, threatening to break through at any minute. You're at a loss at what to do. That's when you notice it; a sight that makes your blood run cold! A slowly oozing trickle of deep crimson, pooling on the floor by Din's helmet. "No, No, no, no," you shudder as you carefully slide your fingers under the lip of the helmet at the back of Din's head. Your stomach plummets when your fingers meet a warm and sticky substance. Blood! Din's blood!

On hands and knees, you scramble across the floor to a nearby crate, searching frantically until you find the medkit. You rush back to Din's side and with trembling hands, open the medkit and retrieve the Bacta spray. You momentarily freeze when you realise what you must now do. There's nothing else for it. To save Din's life you have to remove his helmet. A barrage of thoughts invade your mind at the same time; would Din be angry? Would he hate you? Would you hate yourself for breaking his creed? Would he understand? Would he forgive you?

Time is of the essence now, every precious second bleeding away, along with Din's life. You have to do it. You have no choice, consequences be damned! You're not about to let the man you love die, even if he does hate you afterwards. You'll accept his wrath if it means he's alive. You set the Bacta spray down beside you and take a deep breath. "I'm so sorry," you whisper regretfully, and with a heavy heart, you gently lift the helmet up with one hand while supporting the back of Din's head with the other.

The helmet rolls away from you with a clunk. Brown curls fall backwards from the most beautifully sculpted face you've ever laid eyes on. Patchy, greying scruff decorating a perfectly chiseled jaw, a strong aquiline nose that suits him so well and plush lips... He really is stunning! So much so, that you're taken aback. But you snap yourself out of it. There's no time to lose! You grab the bacta spray and roll Din onto his side to get to the wound. Your breath hitches in your chest and you spray slowly, making sure to liberally apply the treatment.

You're probably using more than necessary, thinking back to how Din would often scold you for wasting the valuable resource when you've patched him up before. But this is literally Din's life in your hands. You'll exhaust the whole supply if you have to. The affects are almost instantaneous. You breathe a sigh of relief as the bleeding ceases and the damaged tissue begins to repair itself. Grogu looks up at you with expectant eyes. "He'll be okay, sweety," you soothed, while stroking Grogu's ear, comfortingly. "Mmm..." Grogu looks back to his dad, sadly.

Once you're satisfied with the progress of the Bacta spray you unwind a sterile bandage, cautiously wrapping it over the wound and around Din's head, trying not to jostle him too much. You then shift your attention to the many cuts and scrapes littering his body, making sure to disinfect every abrasion you see. There's no way you can lift him off the floor so you fetch a pillow from your shared bunk to place under his head and drape a blanket over him. It's not much but it'll have to suffice. With the adrenaline now subsiding, exhaustion begins to sweep over your body and mind, causing you to fall back on your arse, rather un-gracefully, and catch your breath.

You hadn't noticed just how much you'd been shaking this whole time. With controlled breaths your heart rate slowly returns to normal. Grogu waddles over to you with outstretched arms. Poor little guy needs some reassurance. Your maternal instinct has you reaching for him but you stop as you notice the drying blood on your hands. "Hold on, buddy," you say, gently, then rush to the fresher to wash away the blood and horrors staining your hands. Sitting down next to Din, you scoop Grogu into your lap, cradling his head in your chest, while humming a soothing melody to calm him. "Your dad's a fighter, kid. He'll come back from this," Please, you silently beg to whoever might be listening.

All you can do now is wait. Wait for Din to wake, wait for everything to make sense again. Hopefully he won't be furious. Surely he'd understand there was no other way. Even now it feels wrong to look at his face, the very act being sacrilegious to his people. But it's too soon to put his helmet back on. The wound needs more time to heal. Guilt starts to take root the longer you think about what this now means. What you've taken from Din cannot be easily undone. Because of your actions, he is now technically an apostate. He will be cast out of Mandalorian society, exiled in disgrace and it's all because of you.

But what was the alternative? Let him die? Let Grogu lose his dad? Live with the knowledge you could have saved him, but refused? No! It's unthinkable. You know in your heart, you've made the right decision. You just hope Din will see it that way, too. You're not sure how much time has passed, or how long you and Grogu have been asleep, when you are startled awake by a low moan. Grogu stirs in your lap as you sit up from the wall you were slumped against. An equal amount of relief and dread consume you. He's okay, he's waking... But how will he react to the violation of his creed?

"Din?" you gulped, nervously. Din lets out another grumble as his head turns in your direction. You clutch a now awakened Grogu tighter to your chest, apprehension swirling in your stomach. You feel sick! You bite your lower lip, waiting for his eyes to open, for the inevitable realisation to dawn on him. Slowly Din's eyelids lift and you are met with rich, chocolate brown eyes, eyes you would happily let yourself drown in, if it weren't for the look of abject horror and betrayal staring back at you. "Wh... what have you DONE?!!" Din exploded, his face turning red with rage and his eyes filling with tears.

You're frozen to the spot, eyes wide, voice lodged in your throat, refusing to co operate. He's furious, of course he is. "I..." your voice fails as your throat constricts in panic. Between Din's shocked gaze and Grogu's little whimper, you somehow find your voice. "I'm so sorry, Cyare. I had to. You... you were bleeding." Desperation to make Din understand claws at you. "It was the only way to save-" "No!" If looks could kill, you would be dead this very second. "It was NOT the only way," Din seethed, staring daggers at you, "You didn't have to remove my helmet. You chose to do it!" You can't believe what you're hearing.

"But you would have died!" Tears gather at your lash line at the thought. "Better to die a Mandalorian than live as an apostate," Din snapped as he sat up, clutching the back of his head. His eyes frantically dart around the hull, searching for his helmet. He reaches for it but you reach for his arm to stop him. "You can't. You're still healing-" "Don't!" Din recoiled from your touch as if you'd burned him. You heart drops like a stone to your stomach. You've never seen Din so angry, so hurt, his face portraying the image of a man who has lost it all. And you did that. You took away his sacred creed and left him with the ashes. The hiss of the helmet fills the tense air as Din places it back on, the familiar T- shape in front of you once again.

Only it's directed to your lap, where Grogu sits, looking with uncertainty between you both. "Patu," he murmured, while reaching out for Din. Din gently takes Grogu into his arms, his heaving chest and taut shoulders relaxing slightly. "I'm okay, pal," Din soothed, trying to calm his foundling, but you can hear the strain in his voice as he now fights to keep his emotions at bay, no doubt for Grogus' sake. Din stands on shaky legs, your first instinct is to help him up, but you stop just short of touching him, unsure if your help will be welcomed. Without so much as a glance in your direction, Din heads to the ladder with Grogu tucked into his chest. "Din? Cyare wait, we have to talk about this-" "Just!..." Din raises his hand to stop your words, his back still facing you. "just stop," he sighs despondently. "I can't look at you right now." Tears sting your eyes as you watch him ascend the ladder, locking himself and Grogu in the cockpit, away from you.

Din sat in quiet dispair, trying to come to terms with his new reality. One where he is now an apostate... again. Sure, he had removed his helmet to save Grogu when he'd been abducted by Moff Gideon and to say goodbye, but that was his call, his decision to make. By removing his helmet, you'd taken away his choice, his creed, his very identity. You should have let him die an honourable death. Of course, redemption is possible but that doesn't change the fact that you betrayed him. He had trusted you, opened up to you and believed that you respected his creed and his way of life.

The longer he sat contemplating, the angrier he became. How could she! he thought bitterly. Not only had you dishonored the very foundation of who he is, you had also inadvertently destroyed the close bond you'd both built over the past year. He doesn't even know who you are anymore. To have done what you've done... how can he ever forgive you? His helmet suddenly feels too restrictive, too suffocating. Din pulled his helmet off with one hand while still holding Grogu close, and set it down on his lap, staring bleakly into the pitch black visor.

Until he can atone, this helmet will serve as a reminder of what has been lost. "Mmm..." Grogu tilted his head as if to ask 'are you alright?' Din exhaled, long and deep and looked at his son with a thin lipped smile, his face reflecting back to him in the childs' large, glossy eyes, the only eyes that are, by creed, permitted to look upon his face. "I'll be okay," he whispered softly, "I'll make this right." He can find forgiveness in the living waters, that part is simple enough - well maybe simple isn't the right word. He still has to live with the fact that he has grievously sinned against the creed. Even the living waters can't wash that truth away - but how can you both move forward from this? Is it even possible?

A dull, throbbing pain pulses through Dins' temples, causing him to groan and lean his forehead into his palm, his elbow resting on the armrest. He needs to calm down. He needs to think with a cool head. Grogu yawns and snuggles into Dins' stomach. "Okay you little womp rat, time for bed," Din smiled as he tucked Grogu into the crook of his elbow. After securing his helmet, Din makes his way down the ladder and into the hull, where he finds you sitting with your back pressed against the wall. His heart physically aches at the sight of your red rimmed eyes and blotchy face. You look as though you're about to say something, but he hasn't got the energy for this right now. All he wants to do is settle the kid in his hammock and rock him to sleep. So Din quickly opens the bunk door, disappearing inside.

The dim light of the hull reflects your sombre mood as you listen to Din's modulated voice, muffled by the closed door, speaking softly to Grogu. Most of the time you and Din would say goodnight to him together, every bit the picture of a happy family. But now you are shut out, physically and metaphorically, and it hurts, maker it hurts so much. You are only meters away but it might as well be the length of the entire galaxy. A short while later the door slides open and Din slowly walks out, keeping his steps light as to not wake Grogu. He turns to you for a moment, seemingly unsure of what he wants to do next. He takes a step towards you but then stops. Sighing, he turns on his heel and retreats to the cockpit once again.

Your heart sinks and lungs deflate in crushing disappointment. You can't stand it anymore. If Din won't talk to you then you'll talk to him. You bring the sleeve of your top to wipe your face - not that it'll make a difference to your puffy eyes and reddened cheeks - and steeling yourself, you make your way to the cockpit. The silence is deafening, oppressive, brutal. You gingerly sit in the co-pilots' chair, fiddling nervously with the hem of your top. Din remains motionless, staring out of the window, shoulders strung tighter than a bow. You feel invisible and you hate it. With a steady breath, you break the silence.

"Din, we have to talk about what happened." Din still doesn't look at you. "There's nothing to talk about," Din retaliated, the coldness of his tone sending shivers down your spine, "What's done is done!" You shake your head. "Please believe me when I say I didn't make this decision lightly. It was the only way to save your life. What else could I have done?" The tears threaten your eyes again as you try desperately to make Din understand. "You could have let me die an honourable death." An incredulous huff forced it's way up your throat. "How could you expect me to do that? Listen to what you're asking? Would you have let me die if I were injured?! "That's different," Din retorted, annoyance building on his voice.

"How?!" You're so close to clawing at your eyes in frustration. "Because you're not Mandalorian!" Din's booming outburst had you shrinking back in your seat, his large frame now towering over you, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You know Din would never hurt you, no matter how angry he got, but at the same time you've never felt so small, so helpless. Is this how his bounties feel under his intimidating gaze? Din seemed to notice your unease, immediately unclenching his balled up fists and taking a step back to give you some space. After a moment of silent staring, he shakes his head and simply states, "You'll never understand."

That was a low blow! You've always respected Dins' creed, his way of life. Never asked him to go against it and never judged him like so many other's have. It's a part of him and you love all of him. Fear and despair have now given way to anger. "Maybe you're right," you glowered, "I'll never understand because if it comes down to chosing between the creed and your life, I'd chose you everytime. I love you too much to just let you die for an ideal." "And you think being an apostate is any better?" It's like talking to a fucking brick wall! How could he not see the impossible situation you'd been placed in?

"I don't know what else to say, Din..." you sigh, your shoulders slumping in defeat, "I'm sorry it's come to this, but I'm not sorry for saving your life." "Then there's nothing more to say," Din clarified with finality, sitting back down and turning to the window again. Silent tears run down your cheeks as you leave the cockpit and join Grogu in the bunk.

When you wake the next morning the bunk is empty, cold. Even though you were certain Din wouldn't have joined you last night, disappointment weighs heavily on your heart. A part of you had hoped he would calm down and come to you. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up with a groan, dreading the tension that will, no doubt, still be rife. "Morning, buddy..." you cooed, gently as you stood on the mattress to wake Grogu. Your brows scrunch in confusion at the empty hammock. Din must have come in to get him while you were still asleep.

Stepping into the hull, you hear babbling from Grogu in the cockpit, followed by the occasional chuckle from Din. A flicker of hope ignites within. Maybe now he's had time to cool off, you can both talk reasonably and calmly. Maybe not all is lost? However that flicker is soon doused when you walk into the cockpit and see Din's posture turn rigid, his chair not even turning so he can acknowledge your presence. The air turns icy and heavy with friction as you take a seat. "Good morning..." you offer, meekly. "Morning." Din's monotone reply confirms that he's still upset.

"Patu," Grogu smiled as he patted your leg to pick him up. You couldn't be more grateful for the distraction right now. "And good morning to you, baby," you grin as you scoop him up and place him in your lap. "You two strap in," Din orders as he fires up the engines. "Where are we going?" You bring the seat belt around yourself and Grogu. "Sorgon." Din's clipped tone is like a knife to your heart. It's the same tone he'd used when he'd first employed you two years ago, when you were both still adjusting to each others' company.

Now you realise how you've taken his caring tone, his laugh, his tenderness for granted. It feels a million miles away now. You swallow the lump in your throat and give Grogu your full attention, feigning cheery laughter while trying to ignore the 'bantha in the room' the whole way to Sorgon. The Razor Crest descends into the atmosphere, the blackness of space giving way to a dazzling blue, causing you to squint and shield your eyes. You've always liked Sorgon, visiting several times with Din over the years.

The simple, peaceful way of life is so unlike most worlds you've visited, and with that simplicity comes a tight knit community. One who always welcomes you with open arms. You've even made a few friends here, your closet one being Omera. Grogu bounces excitedly on your lap as the ship touches down on the outskirts of the small village, no doubt ecstatic at the prospect of seeing his friends again, especially Winta. "I know, I know..." you chuckle fondly, placing a kiss on Grogu's head.

Din shuts down the engines and without a word or even a glance in your direction, he leaves the cockpit. The harsh treatment makes you want to cry, but in an effort to shield the kid from any more tension you plaster on your best fake smile. "Ready to see your friends, sweetie?" Din lowered the ramp and was instantly greeted by a handful of locals, eager to welcome back the man who gave them back their home and dignity when the Klatooinian bootleggers attacked them.

He shook hands and accepted enthusiastic slaps on the back. He looked to where you stood, embraced in Omera's arms. Winta had already claimed Grogu, the two of them heading off to play with the other kids. The sight of his son playing with the other children warmed Din's heart, but that content, fuzzy feeling soon faded when his gaze fell back on you. Dread and sorrow wash over him, choking him, knowing what he has to do. Din turns to one of the men, lowering his voice. "Please, I need to speak to the village elders."

Din felt like the worst person in the galaxy as he discussed your future with the council, all the while you remained completely unaware of the real reason he'd brought you here. He'd been reassured you'd have a place here, a safe community to call home. Even through the anger and hurt, he had to know you'd be safe, protected. And since the defeat of the Klatooinian's, sorgon had become a peaceful planet again. He couldn't imagine a safer place for you to start over. Now all that's left to do is to break the news to you.

The ache in Din's chest grew stronger as he walked through the village looking for you. It didn't take him long to spot you, sitting by a fire with two other women you'd become friendly with. Din could tell you were wearing a forced smile by how it didn't reach your eyes. When your gaze locked with his, your smile faltered, replaced with a look of deep remorse and longing. Din sighed wearily and walked over to where Grogu was happily frolicking about with other kids. Again, guilt gnawed away at him as he thought about how hard this is going to be on Grogu. In time, he'll understand, hopefully.

Din catches sight of Omera and makes his way over to her. "Hi," Omera smiled. "Can I speak with you? It's important." Omera's smile dropped slightly, her face taking on a more serious countenance. "Of course," she replied. Din shifted uncomfortably, unused to asking for favours. This is the second time today. "Could you do something for me?" Omera raised an eyebrow in intrigue, waiting for Din to continue. "Would you look after Y/N? She... she's going to need a friend now, more than ever." " What do you mean?" Omera asked, clearly confused. "We're leaving, me and the kid... and Y/N is staying here... permanantly."

Omera glanced over her shoulder to you, then turned back to Din. "Is everything okay with you two?" Din looked down and placed his hands on his hips. "No." He shook his head before raising it again. "I can't explain right now, but, please, promise me you'll look out for her." Omera's face softened. "Of course I will. She's my friend." Din felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, albeit a small one, compared to the weight he'll have to bare for the rest of his life; the weight of breaking your heart and leaving you alone in the galaxy.

But what else was there to do? Nothing could ever be the same between you both again. This is for the best... at least that's what he keeps telling himself. "Thank you," Din replied with a twinge of sadness in his voice. "That... means a lot to me." He patted Omera on the arm in gratitude before making his way over to where Grogu was playing. "Time to go, pal," Din cooed as he bent down to pick Grogu up. "Say goodbye to your friends." Grogu waved as the other kids bade him farewell.

You could tell something was wrong when Omera sat beside you, her normally soft and calm mien now absent. In it's place, concern and worry clouded her features. But before you could ask her if she's okay, Din appeared before you. It's the first time he's acknowledged you since this morning. "Would you come with me for a minute?" The gentle tone of his voice and outstretched hand made your tummy flutter in anticipation. Without a second thought, you took Din's hand and stood up. But the little hope that gesture had given you was dashed when Din immediately released your hand, and you had to fight against the anguish his absent touch left in it's wake.

You silently follow Din to the Razor Crest, stopping at the edge of the ramp. "Are we leaving already?" you ask disappointedly. Din remains silent while he turns around to pick up a bag off the ramp. He holds it out for you and sighs, "I am... you're staying here." And just like that your whole world has come crashing down around you. Din's words are a punch to you gut, stealing your breath away. "What do you mean I'm staying here?!" Your voice wobbled as your veins ran cold. "I mean..." Din set his shoulders and took a deep breath, "This... us..." he gestured between you both, "it's over." Shock has you rooted to the ground. Icy chills prickle over your skin, nausea sweeping through you.

"You... you can't be serious! Din, we have to talk about this. You can't just go making rash decisions like this, please!" Your imploring eyes search Din's visor, hoping to detect even a fraction of hesitation behind it, but you find nothing but unnerving calmness. "I'm not making a rash decision," Din replied almost emotionlessly, pushing your bag of belongings into your hands, "I thought about it all last night and it's the right thing to do." "Look, I know you're upset with me but please just take a minute to -" "I don't need a minute!" Din snapped, his patience wearing thin.

Tears burn your eyes, the lump in your throat causing your voice to quiver. "But I don't understand," you begin, willing your tears to remain where they are, but your resolve is cracking with every passing second. You have to make him see how ridiculous this is! "You broke the creed once to save Grogu and you attoned. Can't you do that again?" "Of course I can," Din answered through gritted teeth. "Then... what's the problem?!" Your voice has now risen in pitch, despite your best efforts to de-escalate the tension. "The problem is you!" Your mouth snaps shut and eyes widen in response to Din's sharp words. Words lined with a razor edge, cutting straight to your core. "You didn't just break the creed Y/N, you broke my trust! The creed can be restored, my trust in you can't."

Words have now completely abandoned you, numbness slowly consuming you as you let Din's truth sink in. You now realise just how much you've hurt him. 'I thought you understood me, respected how my religion is absolute. I can't..." Din shook his head, his voice shuddering as he continued, "I can't trust you ever again. I feel like I don't even know who you are anymore." "Please..." you whimper as your tears begin to fall freely. "please don't do this. Don't leave me. I love you and I know you love me." "I do," Din agreed without hesitation. "Then we can get passed this." You reach for Din's hand but he pulls away. "No." he takes a few steps back, "Love isn't enough."

"So, what?..." you yell as your heartbreak turns into anger, "You're just gonna leave me here, after everything we've been through? You're just gonna to throw it all away like it meant nothing?!" "This is the way," Din responded, robotically, as if he's no longer a living, feeling organism. Fury welled up in your chest, until you were trembling with rage. "Fuck the way!" you exploded, wanting in the moment to wound Din as he has you, but regretting it simultaneously. Din visibly stiffened at your blasphemous insult, his fists clenching at his sides.

"I couldn't lose you Din. I saved your life and I'm not sorry. I'll never be sorry." A silence settles between you both before Din sighs and responds, "I know... I'm sorry, Cyar'ika." Din Turns to walk away but you grab his arm, spinning him to face you. "Wait! Where's Grogu?" Your eyes dart to the ramp in search of him. "He's in the ship." "You were just going to take him away from me?!..." you gasped, hand on your chest as if the action would lesson the intensifying ache, "Without letting me see him." "It's for the best. Saying goodbye will only upset him," Din spoke, now devoid of emotion, "Please don't make this harder than it has to be."

In that moment your heart shattered completely, the shards ripping you apart from the inside. They say love hurts, but that is an understatement. This raw agony feels like it might just be the end of you. "Please!" you now beg, tears streaming down your face, "He's my son too. Don't take him away from me! He'll think I abandoned him." "He'll understand.... in time." Despite Din's persistence, he seems conflicted, like he's fighting himself on his decision, like underneath all that Beskar he's hurting as much as you.

"Please Din! Please don't do this!. Don't leave me!" you sob loudly as you fall to your knees, clutching your abdomen as if to comfort yourself. Seeing you in distress is unbearable to Din, but what makes it worse is that he's the cause of said distress. He Automatically takes a step towards you, hands outstretched, seeking to hold you but he stops himself and regains his rigid posture. "I'm sorry," he mutters as he quickly spins on his heel and storms up the ramp.

The rising Crest wobbles in your tear filled eyes as it ascends into the sky, heaving breathes causing violent hiccups to rip through your airways, as you watch your family disappear forever. In your distraught state you don't notice a pair of arms wrapping around your shoulders. It's only when your head is gently pulled into a warm chest, that you realise Omera is holding you as your whole life falls apart.

Part 2

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DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING? g. satoru

contents. angst, almost a second chance romance.

Fumbling with Gojo Satoru was the biggest mistake one can ever make. Unfortunately, the biggest mistake you ever made.

High school love… will probably be the last time you'll ever fall in love again. It swept you off your feet, got your heart jumping off your chest as it beat loudly towards the man you pine over, the love that turned your darkest days to a full ray of sunshine, to the point that it felt so unreal. So surreal. So perfect.

How did you let that happen?

So crossing paths with the man you deeply and greatly love, even until today, brought so many memories back to your mind. As a gust of wind blows past your face, a flashback of what once was got your heart reeling and clenching, as Gojo Satoru walked right past you.

Walk right towards a stranger. Towards a woman.

With a smile on his face that tells you, “I've moved on.”

And then there's the bittersweet taste in your tongue, as you stared so hopelessly still in love, hopeless still in pain over the smile that used to be yours.

“Did you like her in the morning? Right before the sleep left your eyes?”

“Toru, wake up,” You said as you left featherlight kisses on his cheek.

There was a small smile that crept on Satoru's face, pulling you closer to his embrace as he leaned in to your kisses. Then, he slowly rubs his nose against yours, his eyes still closed as he murmurs, “Just a bit more.”

A satisfied hum left your lips as you stared at his sleepy state, with his eyes still closed as the two of you drowned into each other's embrace. It was the quiet and calm atmosphere that you loved most during this hour, and the light smell of breakfast spreading through the air from the kitchen, and most of all, the look on Satoru's face as he slowly opens his eyes.

He blinked once to rub the sleep away from his eyes, and then there's the sincere smile across his face. The way his eyes softly stared at you, full of love and the genuine emotions that always show his affections, and you swear you could stay like this forever. His eyes were always too vocal, that always seemed to tell you that there was nothing else he knows other than to love you.

“Good morning, love.”

Did he do this with her too?

“Did you laugh over cold cups of coffee? That you hate but still drank anyway.”

Satoru was never a coffee drinker, but he'd force himself to drink one just because he sees how you loved it. Despite how coffees always keeps him up at night, and how his sleeping schedule was already messed up as it was, he'd still do anything just to make you smile.

“One Americano, and a Hazelnut Brew.” The waiter said as he placed the two cups of coffee at your table. You gave him a small smile and a ‘thank you’, then stared unknowingly at Satoru’s choice of drink.

“Are you sure you're drinking that?”

“Of course. It's good to have a little caffeine in my system every now and then.” Satoru would say smugly, sipping on the straw nonchalantly.

You watched the way he slowly tasted the drink, anticipating his reaction at the black coffee that is now running on Satoru's throat. You watched the way he slowly moves the cup away from his lips, and back on the table with an uneasy look that he tried to mask with a tight smile.

Don't get him wrong. It's not that the drink didn't taste good—it was perfect—so perfect that this might be the last time he'll ever let his tongue taste something so foreign to his buds. Satoru shivers, before he looks at you helplessly.

“Is it bad?” You chuckled.

“Good. Good…” He pouted, taking another sip as he looked away to avoid your gaze. It was so easy to read Satoru, and it warmed your heart even more that he was willing to do this just for the sake of nothing, just Satoru being your Satoru.

“We can switch drinks–”

“Absolutely not. I told you, it taste sooooo good!” The exaggeration was so evident in his voice as he took a long sip, ending with a cough and a frown on his face that made you laugh even more.

And now, you could only laugh painfully at the memory.

It was always a wonder to you ever since you two broke up. Did Satoru ever change? Did Satoru ever try coffee at least once in his life again while you were away just to taste the bittersweet memory of your love that didn't last? Did Satoru ever force himself to drink a good cup of coffee on a blind date just to impress the lady sitting opposite from him, and ended up having thoughts of you instead?

Did he ever force himself to sit down, alone, in a coffee shop downtown and stared out the window, in hopes that someone could ring the cafés door, just to see it was you?

Because you did. Every single time you did. Your time stood frozen, slowed down inside a small shop, your coffee gone cold as you feel that familiar looming aura in your chest. It aches, and it aches, and it aches so bad. And you're staring at the space in front of you, where Satoru used to be.

“Did you like her touch at night time? Did all the pretending help you forget? Was she weightless in just your sweater? And does it feel heavy now to look at me instead?”

It's torturing, seeing him happy with someone else, which should've been you, could've been you. That smile would have stretch on his lips for you, because it had always been for you.

But now is different. Now is just you, eyes focused on the road ahead, where there was no Satoru walking on the same path, and him, walking in the direction right past your shoulder. And he didn't glance at you. Didn't seem to notice that it was you who was only a touch far away as he took a step. Didn't seem to know that it was his greatest love that brushed past him.

“Did your hands find her waist when she got sloppy? After just a few Manhattans in Berlin, would you kiss her goodnight, would you walk her inside? Did you hope the nights would never ever end? And again.”

“What's wrong, Satoru?”

His head shot up at the voice. Luna, his date, looked at him worriedly. He had been going on dates for quite a while now, after finally and barely getting over the break up that had occured years ago. And Luna was the first girl he had a second date with after the many failed attempts of other blind dates, that turned into another date. Until a month passed with her.

To Satoru, she was perfect. He didn't want to admit it. To him, everything will always be about you. But now, he's trying to make it seem like it's not, as he focused on everything about Luna instead.

“Nothing's wrong.” He smiled forcefully to assure her. He grabs her waist, leading her around the bustling crowd of the city to go on about their date. And she gives him a smile, a smile that always made him feel guilty.

“But answer the question, did you like her in the morning?”

At some point, maybe he did. He liked that feeling of the morning kisses and the smell of coffees and pancakes. He loved that quiet night time of nothing but the sound of their breaths, and the beat of their hearts. He liked the soft touches and taking her home, and kissing her forehead.

He liked the feeling.

But he was cursed. In every corner, every unknown face, every single girl he met, he will always try to find them in you. He liked the feeling, but it was never with you.

And he knows, whatever he had with this new girl, it will never last. Like it always did after you happened.

Because he's looking back. He's tilting his head to glance at your direction, clenching his fist as he stops himself from calling, from asking how you were, from pulling you back to him.

Just like you, he didn't know if you saw him cross paths with you. He hopes you noticed. He hopes you knew it was him. He hopes you'd look back too. Yet, he also hopes you wouldn't look back either, and see him with another, because it will pain him to see the look on your face, whether it be pain or acceptance.

This will always be the cruelest reality that the two of you will never accept. Satoru will always hope that it was you right next to him. And you will always hope that you have never let him go.

oh well...

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