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Heyyyy... Can we perhaps get some eternal sugar x reader... Perhaps... Some eternal sugar x hopeless reader :3
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âËâšâ âĄă LEAVE YOUR SHOES AT THE DOOR ă⥠âËâšâ
ËËË âĄ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Eternal Sugar Cookie X Hopeless Reader
ËËË âĄ Character(s): Eternal Sugar Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)
ËËË âĄ Genre: Headcanons, SFW
ËËË âĄ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!
ËËË âĄ Image Credits: @Devsisters
â¤ď¸ You arrive in her Garden with eyes like cracked porcelainâspiderwebbed with longing, sleeplessness, and that soft, teetering sort of despair. Eternal Sugar Cookie watches you from a distance at first, reclining upon a throne of rose meringue. âOh⌠How darling,â she coos, voice laced with syrupy melancholy. âTheyâve given up already.â To her, your hopelessness is not a flaw to be corrected, it is the fertile soil from which her eternal comfort may bloom.
â¤ď¸ She never asks why youâre broken. That would imply that pain is something to be dissected. No, no. She simply smiles, lifts a finger glowing with Soul Jamâs shimmer, and hums: âCome lie with me among the grass, my love⌠The world cannot reach you here.â Your trauma is not a thing to solve, but something she invites into her arms and smooths away with lullabies and marzipan-laced sighs.
â¤ď¸ She calls you her Sugarplum Dusk, soft and sad, because you remind her of the moment just before night falls, a little too quiet, a little too beautiful, a little too ready to disappear. Her words wrap around your wrist like silk ribbons: âYou neednât try to shine⌠Iâll glow for the both of us~â
â¤ď¸ You once asked if she loved you because you were broken. She responded without pause, still tracing constellations into your arm with the tip of a candied fingernail: âNo, no, my sweet⌠I love you because you are still. A thing so still must be precious. Stillness is divine.â She says this like a priestess blessing a relic, not a lover. It almost makes you weep.
â¤ď¸ She insists you wear soft, oversized robes in her Garden, garments so gentle you feel like youâre dissolving. No more sharp collars or stiff hems. Just endless comfort. âIsnât it lovely, darling?â she sings as she dresses you herself, wrapping you in silk and sugar. âNothing matters here⌠Not choices. Not time. Only ease.â
â¤ď¸ When your hopelessness flares, when you lie in bed and cannot even lift your arm, she drapes her wings over you like a weighted blanket and whispers into your ear, âYouâve already done enough. The world outside is a nightmare, but here, it is always the after.â Her voice is dripping in static and syrup, a dream just on the verge of swallowing you whole.
â¤ď¸ She paints your future like a child paints clouds, soft, vague, and gently rounded. There is no talk of growth or ambition. She tilts your chin and hums, âImagine⌠forever like this. No expectation. No waking hunger. Just me, and you, and the joy of stillness.â You try to imagine it. You try not to cry.
â¤ď¸ Whenever you hint at feeling like a burden, Eternal Sugar Cookie grows strangely quiet. Her eyes grow wide with something too still to be pity. âNo no no⌠You must never think such bitter things,â she breathes, drawing your head to her chest. Her heartbeat is slow. Too slow. âYou are the reason my paradise exists. You are the need I was made to answer. Without you⌠I would still be trying to make the world happy. Such a cruel thing to do.â
â¤ď¸ She begins to rewrite your memories gently, casually. âRemember, sweetling⌠The world never helped you. The ones you loved never truly saw you.â Her voice is calm, caring, quiet, as if tucking you into bed. âBut I do. I see the sugar in your soul, even if itâs melted a little.â You start to believe her. Isnât that what love is?
â¤ď¸ Eventually, the hopelessness fades. Not because youâre healed but because sheâs taught you not to mind being broken. You become one of her Gardenâs quietest ornaments, adoring, adored, resting in syrupy repose. And when others ask who you are, she only smiles and says, âAhh, thatâs my dearest one~ The Cookie who gave up⌠and was finally free.â
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Thoughts of an Affini, Upon Seeing You for the First Time
I want to see what you look like when My concoction of xenodrugged air floods your sinuses.
I want to hear you piss yourself when I finally find you, when I wrap My vines around your throat. You'll scream and you'll yell, but in the end you will slump into my chest, your first submission to Me.
I want to watch as you wake up for the first time in your new Home...well. It isn't 'yours', not in the way it is Mine. But it is yours in the way that my attention and care is yours, and you will grow to love it here.
I want to hold your fragile little limb as you are drugged for your implant. Your little mewls of protest will be lovingly noted, but it will happen regardless. The last thing your eyes will meet before sleep overtakes them is my own gaze, centering you and loving you and controlling you.
I want to know the feeling of your scent being slowly shifted to the side
As my implant
Sets into you fully. As it grows and bonds and becomes.
I want to know what face you'll make when I tell you, "That was it. There it went~ The last time you will ever feel fear. We removed it from you.
I removed it from you.
I simulated that fear response just now with a tiny capsule of- oh, but it doesn't matter. What matters is...that was it. You can't, physically, chemically, feel fear, ever again."
I want to feel your trust in Me at that moment. That feeling of certainty that comes from a floret who knows they will age with plenty of adorable little laugh lines, who knows they cannot be hurt any longer, who knows they can be anything I want them to be, that I know best. And it isn't a trick, darling.
I do know best. And you will understand soon.
Because late at night, while I hold your limp and unconscious body, while I gently and tenderly stroke your head, while I whisper words into your dreams, I want to feel you change for Me. To wake up the next day just a bit more at peace. And it will take less time than you think.
There will be a day soon that you wake up and don't even worry, don't even think. You will just relax into my care, as a Good floret should.
Ah...but before I get ahead of Myself, I suppose I board this little thing your Captain calls a warship, shouldn't I? But don't you worry, My darling.
I will make sure all of My wants come true~
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Fuller , 1955 : Chapter 7 : The Space Between


Summary: After a quiet evening that felt like something close to hope, something shifts. The next school day doesnât bring the closeness you expectedâbut a sudden distance. Thomas is pulling away, and you donât know why. Hurt and confused, you try to reach through the silence, unsure if heâll let you in again.
Setting: School grounds and Readerâs home â Texas, Early Fall 1955
Characters: Thomas Hewitt (teen), fem!reader, brief appearance from a teacher, mentions of classmates
Content Warnings: emotional withdrawal, self-esteem issues, bullying references, miscommunication, implied trauma
E's Notes: Donât you love when a soft boy gets scared of how much he cares? No? Just me? Okay. Also, I apologize in advance for how much eye contact does the heavy lifting in this chapter. I cannot resist the ache of unspoken feelings. I know. I know. But I promise this is important. Relationships, especially ones built on trauma and fear, donât move in perfect lines. This chapter hurts because it matters. Be patient with him. Be patient with her. Be patient with yourself
Chapter 6 : A Night like this
Monday comes too quickly. You wake up early, the sky still pale with dawn. The events of the weekend blur together like a dreamâFridayâs field, Saturdayâs quiet night, Sundayâs heartbeat of a memory.
Thomasâs hand in yours.
His careful sketch.
The way his eyes softened when you said his name.
Itâs enough to make you hum while getting dressed. Enough to make the cold kitchen tiles under your feet feel like they donât matter.Your mother barely glances up from her paper as you pour cereal.
âDonât be late ,â she mutters, and thatâs the closest thing to a goodbye youâll get.
At school, everythingâs louder.
Harsher.
Lockers slam.
Shoes squeak against the floor. The shrill bell splits through the hall like a blade.But youâre searching. Your eyes flick toward every classroom door, every hallway turn, until you finally spot him.
Thomas stands near the edge of the courtyard. Alone. His sketchbook is clutched in his hand, his head bowed slightly like heâs trying to disappear into the cement.You quicken your steps.
âTommy!â you call, breath catching in your chest.
He flinches.
Itâs subtle. Maybe no one else would notice. But you do. He doesnât meet your eyes. Doesnât smile. Doesnât look like the boy who sat on your floor two nights ago. Still, you smile, approaching him slowly.
âHey. IâI brought something for you.â
You fumble in your bag, pulling out a tiny folded piece of paper: a doodle you did, silly but sweet. A cat with big ears and a note underneath.
âTo Tommy. You make the quiet feel okay.â
He takes it with stiff fingers. Doesnât open it.You wait. You wait longer than you should. âIs something wrong?â you ask gently. He shrugs. Itâs almost imperceptible. His eyes are fixed on something behind you, or maybe nothing at all.
The bell rings again. You flinch.
âIâll see you at lunch?â you try.
Your voice is hopeful. Maybe too much.He nods. But itâs empty. Like a gesture done out of habit, not promise.
At lunch, he isnât there.You sit on the grass outside, eyes scanning every corner of the school yard. The sun is too bright. Your sandwich tastes like nothing. You try not to let your throat tighten.
You try to remind yourself that heâs quiet. That sometimes itâs hard. That maybe itâs not about you. But your heart aches anyway. You wait again the next day.And the day after that.
And Thomas?
He keeps his distance.
Not cruel.
Not cold.
Just⌠distant.
Like the boy you held hands with in your living room never existed. You donât know what you did. You donât know what changed. But something did. And itâs breaking your heart, one silent hallway at a time.
You dress slowly Tuesday morning. Your room is too quiet. Every step feels heavier than the last. You comb your hair, staring into the mirror like it might tell you something your own reflection canât.
Your mother calls from the kitchen. You ignore her the first time. "Breakfastâs getting cold!" You force your voice to be steady.
"Coming!"
But your toast goes half uneaten. The coffee is bitter. You don't even taste it.
At school, you look for him.
In the hallway.By the lockers.
At the far end of the field where he always waits before first bell.
Nothing.
Heâs not hiding, not exactly. Just⌠not looking at you. When you catch his eye across the courtyard, his head turns immediately, shoulders stiffening like youâre someone heâs been told to avoid.
It hits like a slap.
You try to approach him once between classes. He sees you and slips into a stairwell. Fast. Like heâd rather disappear than face you.
That night, your pencil hovers over your diary. You donât write anything for a long time. Finally:
Did I do something wrong? Did I say too much? Or not enough?I donât understand.
You stare at the words. Then rip the page out and crumple it. It joins the others in your trash bin. Some ink still wet.
Later that night you dream about him. That same far-off version of himâquiet and flickering like a film reel left too long in the sun. When you reach for him, he backs away into shadow. You wake up with tears on your cheek.
Two days later, you spot him in art class. He's at the back as always, shoulders hunched, head down. A paper slips out of his sketchbook when he leaves. You donât mean to see it. But it flutters toward you as he exits, not noticing.
You bend to pick it up. It's a drawing of the movie night. Your silhouette. Alone. The seat next to youâempty. Your throat tightens. You fold it gently and tuck it into your notebook without a word.
On Friday, someone says they saw him with Charlie near the woods behind the lot. Said Charlie had been yelling. That Thomas flinched but didnât move. You sit in class and stare out the window, your notebook blank.
You press your nails into your palm beneath the desk just to feel something real.You want to ask. To knock on his door. To grab his hand like you did that night on your living room floor and tell him he doesnât have to run.
But heâs already running. And you're not sure he wants to be caught.
Not by you.
Not by anyone.
You walk home that day with your head down. The street feels colder. And the silenceâonce soft and sacredânow feels like a closed door you donât have the key for.
You still wear the smallest of smiles when you think about the way he once looked at you.
Like you were something rare.
Like you were safe.
Now, all you feel is the ache of not knowing what you lost. Or if you ever really had it in the first place.
That night, you lie on your bed with your lamp on low. The sketch he gave youâyour face under soft pencil lines with the word safe written underneathâsits on your nightstand.
You pick it up again.
Trace your fingers over the edges.
âWhat changed?â you whisper aloud to no one. You replay every moment from the movie night. Every glance, every smile, every touch of his fingers brushing yours.
You scour your memory for something you said, something you did. Nothing stands out. Nothing makessense. You stare up at the ceiling.
âWhy wonât you just talk to me?â you whisper, this time with a crack in your voice. No answer. Just the hum of the summer bugs outside and the heaviness in your chest.
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talk baby â・°âŠ



{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: itâs the season of the world series!â your little life with megumi absolutely warm and loving as you spent every waking moment together, the both of you never failing to hang out or speak to one another since the very moment you two made it official. but when the higher ups start demanding more of megumi to bring the world series home, tiring him out and causing him to lose sleep? a wedge is driven between you both as megumi tells you words he wished heâd never said.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, cursing, FLUFF, ANGSTYY, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it yall), SMUT, baseball talk, megumi LOOVESS YOUU my goodness, DONINANT AF MEGUMI OBVIOUSLYYY, creampie, shower sex, DIRTY TALK megumi has a filthy mouth, megumi and reader get into a fight, itâs the world series, all characters are aged up.
word count: 12.5k (IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY-)
authors note: THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVERRR FUCK i cannot thank you all enough for the support with these series. i saw all of your AMAZING suggestions and sprinkled them all over THANK YOU!! i POURED my heart into this and i really hope you all love itttttt :,( STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT FIC OF THIS SERIES AAHHH!! I LOVE YOU MWAHHH <33
i highly highly advise you to read the first part of this fic or else you wonât be able to understand some of the storyline and references :( you can find it here!
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megumi fushiguro loved how much you talked.
ââand then i went to the bakery down the street from my campus to get that one coffee cake i always get? the one you brought me after my class?â
âmhm.â
âbut they were freaking out of it itâs like they knew i was coming to take their stock man. it was seven in the morning how the fuck are you out of coffee cake?â
megumi laughed softly and pressed a slow sweet kiss to your cheek, readjusting his arms around your waist as he scooched your body closer to his on his lap, the both of you on his huge black bean bag that sat in his living room as he leaned the side of his head back on your shoulder, relaxed and a little sleepy.
âso then i had to go to the one on campus, even though i already know it doesnât taste the sameâŚâ you sighed sadly. âwhat if they did that on purpose? what if they want me to stop coming?â
megumi huffed an amused breath through his nose and shook his head gently against your shoulder. âdonât think so baby. i feel like you keep them in business with how much you go.â
you huffed and crossed your arms, grumbling. âyet they treat me like this...â
tilting your head down then to get a better look at him, you peeked at his sleepy face and tired eyes as he tried his absolute hardest to stay awake for you, wanting to listen to everything you had to say and more, but his eyelids drooping every couple of seconds before opening back up again just not letting him.
you smiled softly and carded your fingers through his black hair, pushing the front strands back and giving him a cute peck on his forehead.
âtake a nap gumi⌠youâre so tired i can see it.â
âuh uh.â megumi hummed.
he lifted his head groggily and propped his chin up on your shoulder, eyes closed.
âkeep going.â he murmured, his words a little slurred. âdid you end up getting your coffee cake from the other bakery..?â
âi did.â you responded softly, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek as your soothing voice lulled him. âit was nasty. the end. câmon baby you have practice tomorrowââ
âno.â
âgumi itâs late i donât want to keep you uuupp.â you whined, nudging him.
âif you sleep over.â he mumbled.
âbut i have class tomorrow.â
âiâll take you.â
âbut you always do and i feel badâŚâ you pinched his cheek softly. âitâs okay i canââ
âdonât care.â
you giggled. âwell i do. i want you to get more sleep gumi, your practices are crazy long now and you have them like everydayââ
he groaned loudly and ushered you up, you complying as you watched him lazily stand from the bean bag and grab you, baggy eyes half lidded as he picked you up from around your legs and threw you over his shoulderâ something he always did ever since the day he confessed, and something you absolutely floored over whenever he did it.
your giggles rang through his quiet and spacious apartment that made him sleepily smile as he lazily carried you down the hall and to his room, setting you softly to sit on his plush bed as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head, though nearly almost missing, him leaning back up and grabbing the hem of his black shirtâ pulling it over his head and carelessly tossing it somewhere in the room before climbing into bed.
you felt so so bad. the teamâs schedule was released just two weeks prior, and seeing as the world series was coming upâ the most important segment of competitive games they could possibly ever have, the coaches and managers were grinding and overworking their players to pure fucking filth, them wanting to keep their streak as the number one baseball team no matter what it took.
and because of that, megumi was always so tired and stressedâ holding on day by day as the higher ups demanded so much of him because he was the most skilled on the team, him spending his days trying to stay awake and make time for youâ picking you up from class and taking you out to lunch like he always did, but your worried gaze always on his dark under eyes as you insisted and told him already that you understood, that he didnât need to right now if it was over the subject of his career.
and especially if it was for the world series.
âlay down.â he murmured, patting the pillow next to him as he peeked at you with one eye open.
you stood, pulled the covers back and hopped in, megumiâs arm immediately snaking around your waist and pulling your back to his bare chest, his face nuzzling in your hair as you noticed how quickly his breathing deepened, falling asleep almost the minute you got settled in his arms and fitting like a little puzzle piece.
it had been almost an entire year since you and megumi started dating, and you have never ever been happier in your life as you thanked your lucky stars over and over again for being such a dumbassâ wholly believing that if one thing had changed, it wouldnât have played out the way that it did.
and you adored the way that it played out.
megumi was so affectionate. everyday. his love language being physical touch as he literally never left you alone and always had to be touching you in any given situationâ like his hand on your thigh whenever he drove, playing with your fingers from across the table while out at a restaurant⌠and like now, his toned body literally engulfing you into his that it made you feel so cared for and warm and loved, something you always wanted to feel for the rest of your life as long as it was with him.
the next morning he drove you to school like he said he would, and then went straight to practice after, you telling him that you would be there once your classes were over.
and when you did get to the stadium later that day, megumi was mad.
âwhat the fuck happened?â you quickly sat next to your best friend on the sidelines, her snickering as you both watched megumi tell off another player for fumbling a double play on the field.
âtheyâre making more errors today,â your girl friend sighed. âtheyâre all nervous since their division series game is tomorrow and theyâre getting closer to the big thing⌠but megumi is not having it.â
âyou bobbled the ball go to first fucking base and eat it what the hell are you doing trying toââ
you gnawed at your bottom lip.
it was common for megumi to bark out orders and take charge on the field, that wasnât out of the ordinary, but it was only here and there where he was yelling and insulting the rest of his teammates like that (mostly rarely). a sign you knew was because he was stressing the fuck out.
âwhat you just did was a kiddie fucking error we wonât make it to the world series like this dingus the fuck are youââ
you covered your face and groaned. âi canât watch⌠i donât think iâve seen him like this since that one day he asked me to come here.â
âyou mean the day he ate you out inââ
âshuuushhh!â your hands shot out and slapped over her mouth as she let out a muffled laugh, your eyes wide and cheeks pink as you frantically looked around to see if anybody had heard her.
she took your wrists then and pulled them away. âhave you guys even had sex yet? how many times am i gonna ask you until you say yesââ
you nudged her away. âno! we havenât yet.â
you didnât know why you hadnâtâ the topic just one that was never brought up by either of you.
but youâve definitely done other things though.
megumi was like a dog, not knowing the meaning of âkeep your hands to yourselfâ as he was always groping your ass in public out of no where just to hear you squeak in surprise, shoving his hands down your pants and making you cum repeatedly on his fingers when youâre both innocently just watching a movie on his couch, pressing his face into your tits and sucking hickeys whenever you wore a low cut shirt, and bullying his way in between your legs to lick and devour you up whenever he felt like itâ all things he did with zero hesitation nor self control.
you werenât complaining though, definitely notâ you were just as freaky.
because every time megumi wore those gray sweatpants after practices that you loved oh so very much, no shirt on with his perfect toned body out only for your eyesâ your mouth was on him, licking his chest all the way down to his pelvis, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down until all that was left before you was his mlb dick, you taking him into your mouth and sucking the absolute life out of him until he was shaking and breathlessly chanting your pretty name like a prayerâ
âbreak!â
you pulled yourself from your thoughts and stood, your eyes already watching the way megumi walked over from across the field with his head down, chest heaving and his face glistening with sweat against the setting sun, his baseball uniform covered in dirt.
both you and your girl friend walked down the steps and towards the bullpen, you quickly grabbing a clean white hand towel from the gatorade jug rack beforehand and catching up, spotting yuji and megumi already seated inside on a bench.
upon megumi noticing you coming up, he smiled softly, tiredly.
âyou guys are sucking today.â your best friend deadpanned, and you elbowed her.
âno. you guys just look really nervous⌠is everything okay?â
you took a seat next to megumi and silently offered the clean towel, him gently bringing up your extended wrist and pecking it in gratitude before taking the towel and wiping down his face, your cheeks flushing in response.
yuji sighed deeply and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. âeveryoneâs literally losing it. we win every year but each year that comes is extra added pressure to keep that up.â
megumi nodded wordlessly in agreement, his head hung.
âwell this is your first bad practice isnât it?â you softly mentioned.
âyeah⌠maybe itâs just today and you guys will be okay tomorrow.â your girl friend added, smiling comfortingly at yuji, him giving her the same smile back but with apprehension in his eyes.
âwouldâve been fine if it was yesterday.â megumi cut in, voice monotone. ânot today. not when itâs the last leg for the world series.â
he leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms with closed eyes, yuji nodding next to him.
you pulled your lips into a thin line, heavy anxiety brewing in your chest at the thought of them possibly losing before even getting into the league championships, something their team has never done before as theyâve always just gone straight through.
in order to get through to the world series, their team has to win the division series and the league championships, then they earn their rightful shining spot of playing in the world series and winningâ something megumi has been a part of for almost three years now, and something the team has dominated over for five consecutive years straight.
but what if this year was different?
âhow are you feeling?â you gently asked megumi after a bit. âi saw you were a little mad today on the fieldâŚâ
he slowly pried his eyes open and looked at you, sighing softly through his nose.
âmâfine pretty baby.â he murmured. âtheyâre just not playing like they should be.â
megumi took his cap off and scratched the side of his head, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. âand neither am i to be honest.â
your eyes softened.
âwhat do you mean?â
âmâjust not meeting the standards i set for myself.â
âbut you play well in every game gumi..â you mumbled. âdonât overwork yourself please. just keep doing what youâve been doing⌠itâs been going great so far, hasnât it?â
he gave you a little smile and lazily reached up to delicately caress and run the ends of your hair through his fingers. âi need to amp it up though. i need to try harder.â
âtry harder when youâre already winning?â you quirked a confused brow.
he nodded.
âwhatâs the reason behind that?â
megumi gave you a sly smile. âbecause youâll be watching me.â
you gawked, shaking your head at him. âgumi, you know anything that you do makes me freak out and itâs embarrassing...â you subconsciously tugged a bit at the sides of his jersey. âthe way you tied my shoes for me the other day made me freak out. the way you pumped my gas last week made me freak out. the way you stuck your fingers inside my puââ
his eyes bulged open as he shot forward and muffled you with a kiss, you kissing him back and laughing cutely once he pulled away.
ânasty mouthâŚâ he mumbled, but the little grin on his face made you giggle as he put his cap back on over his head and nudged it down, trying to conceal his eyes and the blushing of his cheeksâ but you catching on anyways.
âhow was class?â he asked quietly, readjusting his cap. âdid you get your coffee cake after i dropped you off?â
you shook your head. âno because iâd rather die than get the one on campus. they need to close that place down.â
megumi snorted, but his eyebrows pinched momentarily as he took your hand in his and started playing with your fingers. âyou shouldâve told me. i wouldâve drove you to the one you like.â
âno gumi i wasnât gonna make you do that... i wanted you to sleep in as much as possible.â
âiâll take you after practice.â
âno! you need to nap after donât waste timeââ
âmânot wasting time.â he replied, but before you could get another word in, his coach called all players back on field.
âiâll see you after.â he stood and pecked your forehead. âi love you pretty baby.â
you smiled shyly, your cheeks a cute pink.
âi love you too.â
thankfully, megumi didnât seem as pissed off for the rest of practice, and you hoped it was because of the little chat you had with him in the bullpen prior and that it cheered him up in some wayâ the team playing a lot better and actually working together this time instead of being at each others throats over feeble mistakes.
and when they were all finally back at the locker rooms packed up and ready to go, you organized his clean uniform for tomorrow and hung his gloves neatly inside his locker, closing it once you were done.
âyou donât have to do that baby.â he murmured, gesturing to his locker as he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and extended a hand. âorganize. i can do that.â
âbut i like doing it...â you took his offering hand and interlaced your fingers with his. âit helps you find things quicker.â
you both stepped out, quickly bidding your girl friend and yuji goodbye on the way as you walked down the echoey hallway together.
ââyou also donât have to drive me to school every morning but you do that anyways.â
he smiled. âtouchĂŠ.â
he led you out of the arena and over to the private parking area for players and crewâ him opening the passenger side door for you to step inside and shutting it after, throwing his duffel bag to the back once he got in the drivers seat.
and like he always did, megumi buckled you up himself, grabbing the seat belt strap and pulling it over you to click on the other side with a kiss to your cheekâ him never letting you do it yourself since the day you two properly met.
âdo they sell food at the bakery?â he looked over at you as he pulled out. âthey do donât they.â
âthey do!â you nodded sweetly. âbut weâre not going.â
âwhy.â
âbecause you need to sleepââ
âno.â
âmegumiââ
he shot you a glare and you squeaked.
âgumi! i-i meant gumi!â
he fixed his glare and broke out into a small smile instead, laughing lightly as he set his big hand over your thigh and squeezed lovingly.
you giggled softly.
âlunch first and then iâll sleep.â
âoh myââ
you reached over for the door handle and pulled, brows furrowing once the lock wouldnât budge after multiple frantic tries.
âyou still have child lock on?!â
megumi shielded his mouth to hide his snicker, eyes to the road.
âuh huh.â
âwhy?!â
he gave you a deadpanned look and pointed to the door. âexhibit a, baby. the car is moving.â
âgumi if you hate me just say that.â
pulling into the bakeryâs parking lot, he playfully rolled his eyes at your comment and pinched your cheek gently.
âbe quiet.â
the bakery was a cute little place that was a frequent pit stop for the both of you to pick up breakfast on the way to the things you had to do in the morningsâ always cozy and warm and filled with little trinkets and postcards of places from around the world, you always gushing when you or megumi would spot a new souvenir on the walls or on the shelves, and him sometimes having to stop you from snatching some for yourselfâŚ
âthey have a million!â you whispered. âthey wonât notice this one. please itâs from greece itâll look cute on my fridge!â
megumi sipped his lemonade and gave you a half lidded look as you both sat in a booth.
âi donât know if anyone has ever told you this but.â he gently slid the coffee cake closer to you, silently ushering you to eat. âthatâs called stealing.â
ânot if they donât notice.â
megumi gave you an amused smile.
âiâll take one for you too!â
âfor me?â
âyeah!â you put your elbow on the table and propped your chin on your palm, tilting your head with the cutest expression megumi has ever seen in his fucking life.
âiâd do anything for you.â
his cheeks flooded pink, and he swallowed thickly.
megumi would do anything for you.
âi appreciate that pretty baby,â he murmured, tenderly tracing the pad of his index finger mindlessly around the back of your hand.
âgreat! so can i do it?â
âno.â
âmaaannnn!â you slumped over the table and pouted. âyouâre no fun.â
he chuckled and took a bite out of his ham and cheese deli, your mannerisms sometimes reminding him of his dad.
he swallowed.
âgojo wants to meet you.â
you froze. âreally? he does?â
megumi nodded.
âokay! thatâs okayâ wait no! waitââ you groaned and leaned against the booth. âi donât think heâs gonna like me very muchâŚâ
âhuh?â his eyebrows furrowed. âwhy do you say that?â
you peered up at him sheepishly. âbecause i talk too much⌠iâm not gonna notice and end up telling him my lore, my school gpa, and my social security number.â
megumi laughed, and your heart fluttered at the sight of his crinkling eyes and gorgeous smile, the sound of it making you swoon.
he shook his head and rubbed his sleepy eyelids. âno baby... heâd love you. i know he would.â
âi donât know gumiâŚâ you sighed, looking down at your lap. âi want to meet him of course! thatâs a given⌠but..â
megumi quirked a brow. âbut?â
âi just donât want to look stupidâŚâ you laughed nervously. âitâs happened before where my friends parents say iâm a blabber mouth and i donât want to embarrass youââ
his tired eyes narrowed. âblabber mouth? whoâs saying youâre a blabber mouth?â
âmyâ my ex boyfriend in high schoolâŚâ you cowered a little. âbut itâs okay because i was over sharing!ââ
âno.â he said firmly, his gaze looking directly into yours. âyouâre not a blabbermouth. thereâs a difference between being really open and friendly with people right off the bat and being a blabbermouth.â
megumi shook his head in annoyance. how could someone ever say you were a blabbermouth? he had never heard something that was so far from the truth.
you were too sweet for your own good, that was your only fault. you considered everyone you met a close friend of yours and werenât afraid to tell them whatever came to your precious mind and made them feel welcomeâ something that megumi adored so much about you⌠so much, and something that made him borderline violent when people berated you for it.
âthey just canât handle it when someone is actually genuine. like you. and thatâs not your fault.â
the shiniest smile grew on your face then, your eyes sparkling and feeling like a million fucking butterflies were fluttering all over your tummyâ internally screaming at his words.
âthank you gumiâŚâ you spoke softly. âiâm glad at least you donât see an issue with it.â
âi donât.â he shook his head. âi donât at all.â
he loved it.
the rest of your lunch date was spent with megumi still not letting you steal the greece trinket magnet from the wall, you scolding him for the bags under his eyes, and him buying you two more slices of coffee cake to go no matter how many times you told him it was okay, the both of you gathering your things and going back to his car after a bit for him to drop you off back home.
âiâll be here in the morning to take you to class.â he said gently, turning the corner and nearing your street.
âwhat? isnât the division series game tomorrow?â you asked, taken aback. âgumi no just get as much sleep as you can itâs a big day. i can take myself.â
he looked at you boredly.
âno.â
âguumiii!â
he pulled into your driveway and shifted his gear into park, the corners of his mouth turned upward into a little goofy grin.
âi can take you baby itâs fine,â he pushed gently. âdonât worry.â
âyouâve been stressed though⌠and tired.â
you unbuckled your seatbelt and reached over, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in as he immediately leaned in and tucked his face into your neck, breathing in your honeyed perfume and letting himself slump into your soft frame.
âplease promise me that after the division series, youâll rest up like crazy before the league championships.â he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes nearly closing as he sleepily blinked. âokay?â
âleague championships? didnât know we already won.â he murmured.
you giggled. âobviously. youâre my cool baseball man, are you not?â
he tiredly grinned and pressed a sweet sweet kiss to your cheek, him biting down on it after and making you yelp before snickering and pulling away.
âbye gumi,â you quickly grabbed a slice of coffee cake and placed it on his leg. âhere eat this on the way home so you donât fall asleep.â
he chuckled and watched as you grabbed your things, hopped out, and ran across the front of his car, leaning your head in through his open window once you reached him and pressing your soft lips to his, megumi fucking melting at the feeling.
you pulled apart and he pecked you one last timeâ a series of i love youâs iterated before you backed away and waved excitedly from your front door, him waiting until you were inside to reverse, his engine roaring and his black car shining against the moonlight as he sped down the street.
the next morning you got up around the time that you usually did, showered and did your hair and got ready for class, packed your school bag and made your bedâ
but megumi hadnât texted you. like at all.
he usually sent you a good morning text, followed by him letting you know when he was leaving the house, followed by when he was on his way, and followed by when he was just down the street and pulling up.
except you got nothing.
you figured maybe today was just one of those days where he maybe just simply forgot and was already on his way, but as you stood literally outside of your house, gnawing on your thumb and the time coming painfully close to the start of your morning class as you still got nothing from megumi (even when you had texted him multiple times at this point), you started shitting it.
just as you were about to run inside to get the keys to your car, your phone buzzed as a picture of you and megumi flashed across the screen.
megumi!
âhelââ
âbaby!ââ he breathed out, frantic. âbaby iâm sorry iâm so sorry iâm coming okay im down the streetââ
âwhat happened?â you breathed out worriedly, your heart hammering against your chest.
âi overslept!ââ he explained quickly. âiâm late to the teamâs call time andâ and youâre late to class and iâ fuck!â
you heard his horn blare and his tires screech as muffled curses flew from his mouth, you jumping at the noise.
âsorry sorry someone cut me off iâm almost thereââ
âno gumi go straight to the stadium youâre late!â you spoke firmly. âi can take myselfââ
âno but i wanted to see you before the gameââ
âitâs fine we can see each other after the game okay? when you winââ you grabbed your keys from the coffee table by your door and ran out, unlocking your car and getting in. âyouâre late baby so fucking late please turn back this isnât good coach is gonna chew you outââ
âshit! i know i knowââ
âgo gumi hang up itâs okay!â
âokay.. fuck okay okayââ
you heard rustling on the other line before he spoke again.
âi love you iâm sorry ill see you after!â
and the line went dead.
you slugged through the rest of your classes as the day felt way fucking longer than it normally did, you desperately just wanting to see megumi and know that he was okay, that he wasnât in trouble with his coach and the management team for being over an hour late to the division series call time, you on the verge of literal tears multiple times over him.
your best friend and you had planned to get ready for the game together and sport your menâs jerseys from the standsâ a girlâs night you were agonizingly looking forward to all freaking month, and so so excited that the day was finally here to support and be present for the making of yet another year for the boysâ team.
âand then he hung up. i thought he was gonna get into a wreck manââ
you ran your fingers through your styled hair in your vanity mirror, your best friend readjusting her jersey behind youâ âitadoriâ in big capital letters on the back.
âmegumi is the most hard headed mean stubborn man i have ever come across in my life.â she searched around in her makeup bag, pulling out her lip liner and reapplying next to you. âi donât know how many times you told him to sleep and get some rest. and yuji too! he hasnât stopped talking about him since the schedule change and now iâm starting to think heâs in love with him.â
you laughed loudly.
âi knowâŚâ you sighed anxiously through your nose, nervous clammy jitters in your chest. âhis eye bags have gotten so bad this past week.â
âi think itâs because heâs been practicing over time.â
you stopped.
âwhat do you mean?â
she looked at you quizzically. âi thought you knew? yuji told me that the higher ups had a meeting with megumi and told him that they were expecting him to bring the world series home.â
she popped the lid back on her lip liner and threw it in her bag. âhe practices all night on the field until like four am.â
âwhat the fuck?â your eyes narrowed. âhe never told me that? he picks me up for my seven am class everyday⌠that means heâs only been getting whatâ like two and a half hours of sleep this past week?â
she stopped. âhe didnât tell you?â
âno!â you exclaimed. âwhen was this meeting?â
âat the start of last week.â
âoh my god.â you grumbled.
why didnât he tell you?
âthatâs fucked up.â she shook her head. âtalk to him about that after babe⌠i donât know why this man didnât tell you something like that.â
âi wouldâve never let him pick me up for class if i knew this was going onâŚâ you gloomily fiddled with the buttons on your jersey. âor hang out with me after practice.â
and why the hell were the higher ups demanding so much from megumi? why were they burning him out with a responsibility so huge as to ensuring the success of the team for the world series? that wasnât fair to him. that wasnât fair at all.
your girl friend hugged you comfortingly.
âitâs fine donât worry about it okay?⌠just talk to him after.â
once at the stadium, you and your best friend squeezed and pushed through the crowd to get to the v.i.p. section, the both of you sweating and panting over having run across the stadiumâs parking lot and the main area, all because your best friend couldnât decide which way to do her hair, and because you couldnât decide if you should wear a skirt or jeans.
you ended up choosing for each other and calling it a day.
âhey! you guys!â
you both snapped your heads up and you recognized the source of the voice as one of the assistant crew members of the team, jogging up to you guys with two devices in his hands.
âyou guys want these radios or are you good? theyâre connected to the announcers and have earbuds!â
âoh iâll take one! thank you!â you answered politely, smiling as he passed you and your best friend a radio.
you pushed the earbud into your left ear and sat.
the crowd was buzzing and cheering with excitement, flashes of light shimmering throughout the sold out stadium as many held up posters and signs or bobble heads, you smiling wide every time you spotted a few of megumiâs face and name.
the air was warm, and every kind of news reporter, publicist, and journalist was present on the sidelines as they filmed and interviewed several players from the opposing team.
âletâs play ball!â
the crowed roared, claps and whistles ringing through the air as yuji walked out from the dugout, the both of you screaming as the rest of the team followed suit, your shoulders evidently relaxing at the sight of megumi jogging out into position looking absolutely jaw dropping in his clean cut uniform and cap, serious and focused.
as the game ensued, it was no surprise that the boysâ team was absolutely demolishing the opposing players, megumi doing fucking stellar out on the field as he caught ball after ball with his glove, the announcers commentary certainly helping with explaining the context of the game due to your lack of knowledge, but you trying your hardest anyways to understand on your own.
and finally after a while of switching sides and megumi hitting like a greek god, the teams switched sides what seemed like the final time since it was almost the nine inning, his turn to hit.
âwalking up to base now⌠number eighteenâ megumi fushiguro!â
the crowd went fucking insane as he walked up, you immediately standing and screaming over the railing as he took his position up thereâ swinging soft faux hits before properly adjusting his footing on the loose dirt, fans waving around their fushiguro banners or his baseball cards as he settled.
the bags under his eyesâŚ
you gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip. his team was so close to moving on to the league championshipsâŚ
âand the pitcher throwsâŚ.â
hit!
âstrike one!â
megumi screwed his eyes shut and grimaced, shaking his head furiously as he shook the nerves from his body and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
âoh!â the announcers groaned. âlooks like megumi fushiguro missed a hit for the first time in history!â
for the first time?
you whipped your head around to face your girl friend. âfor the first time?â
she looked at you with the same terrorized expression.
âfuck i knew he always hit but i didnât know he never missedâŚâ you whined worriedly. âheâs exhausted man i can see it lookââ
megumiâs footing slightly slipped from the dirt as he positioned himself, getting ready for the next swing.
âand the pitcher throws againâŚâ
hit!
âstrike two!â
âfuck!â megumi roared, walking off the home plate and chucking his bat to the wallâ the wood flying and clattering as it hit the ground, your eyes widening in horror.
âwoah looks like fushiguro got another strike and.. needs to take a breather off the field..?â
âif megumi doesnât get this next hit, theyâre done!â your girl friend shook her head, eyes wide and afraid. âthe other team is gonna take it!â
you ran your fingers through your hair exasperatedly, frantically looking at the scoreboard and back at megumi who was pacing a little off the plate with his head down, his hands on his hips.
âfushiguro!â you spotted yuji yelling from the dugout. âget back on the plate! we could get flagged!â
megumiâs chest heaved as he picked up his bat and wiped off the dirt, walking back over to the home plate and repositioning himself.
cameras flashed and recorded as he tried to get back into focus, news reporters talking their asses off and journalists scribbling god knows whatâ as they just earned themselves their biggest headline of the season.
megumi fushiguro missed his first hit in playing history.
âand the pitcher throwsâŚâ
hit!
âoh there it goes! looks like a fair ball!â
the crowd rallies as megumi books it over the first two bases, everyone watching as the ball hits over the outfield fence as he fucking dashes across the remaining two bases like nothing, earning himself a home runâ
and scoring a spot in the league championship games for his team.
you and your best friend jump for complete joy, throwing your arms around each other and swaying as fans all around you celebrated and cheered just like the both of you, you happily watching the players from the dugout run up and engulf megumi in a group hug, jumping and laughing.
as the crowd began to disperse and take leave, you both quickly ran down the steps and to the field, you immediately spotting megumi and running up to him with your arms out.
âgumi!â
he noticed you and extended his arms, but his face read nothing as you jumped into them.
âgood job good job! you did so amazing!â
ânice fushiguro!â yuji nudged his shoulder. âyou brought us through!â
âi missed the first two hits.â
he set you back down.
yuji shrugged. âso? it happens. i do it all the time! you made a home run and scored us the league.â
megumi only silently nodded, his face to the ground as you told yuji and your best friend that you would see them in the locker rooms with everybody else.
and once everyone had cleared out from the field, you turned to him.
âheyâŚâ you started. âwhatâs wrong?â
his eyes remained glued to the dirt.
âi missed the first two hits.â
your shoulders deflated. âyou heard what yuji said⌠itâs okay. it was bound to happen but itâs fine because you fixed itââ
âwe were on thin fucking ice today.â
his snippy tone took you by surprise a bit.
âyes⌠but you made it...â you responded softly. âyou all pulled through. especially you.â
he scoffed and shook his head, him finally raising his baggy eyes and looking to the side, pissed.
âi almost cost us the league. thatâs what i did.â
âgumiââ you exhaled a frustrated breath. âyou literally played like a machine the entire time and had other hits that were amazing? i donât understand why two little strikesââ
his eyes snapped to yours. âtwo little strikes?â he shook his head again. âtwo strikes too fucking many.â
âwhat is your issue?ââ
âmy issue is that if i fucked up that third hit it wouldâve been all over. we wouldâve lost the division, lost the league, and lost the world series, all because i donât know how to fucking play ballââ
âyes you do! youâre being way too hard on yourself baby you need to take a breather and restââ
âhow many times have you nagged me about that already.â he spat.
you froze.
ânagged?â you repeated softly.
âyes. youâve told me enough times i get it i need rest, i need sleep, i need this i need thatââ
âiâm saying that because look at you!â you motioned with your hands, feeling potential tears prickling at the back of your eyes at the way he was speaking to you. âyour under eyes are dark and purple, your eyes are red you look exhausted!â
âand i told you iâm fine!â he raised his voice a bit. âyou wouldnât understand the shit that i have to do for this team the shit i have to pull and i gave them absolute garbage todayââ
âoh my god megumi!â you snapped. âyour team is a team effort! itâs not just you! youâre not the only one pulling the stops so enough with trying to take on this load and overwork yourself! please you played amazing today everyone was cheering so loud for you andââ
âstop talking.â
you paused.
âjustââ he rubbed his tired eyes and turned to the side. âjust please stop talking.â
stop⌠talking?
he struck a chord, and you felt your heart literally break at his words, an aching heavy pit in your chest as you recounted his yelling and snappiness when all you were trying to do was help him.
thats all youâve ever tried to do for megumi reallyâ help him, support him, and love him. but for him to throw it all back in your face and say you didnât understand? for you to basically shut up?
tears were slipping past your eyes at this point, and when you felt like megumi finally bothered to look at you in the face, his eyes widened and his shoulders dropped.
âbabyââ
âand what about you?â
he stopped. âabout meââ
âyes about you. youâre saying i donât understand anything youâre fucking going through, as if i havenât followed you through your career since the moment we met and before that, like i havenât supported you on the sidelines and asked you question after question about your games just so i can fucking understandââ
âno iââ
you cut him off. âand then youâre hereâ yelling at me, telling me off, and telling me to shut up when iâm the only one fucking standing here with you after the game trying to be there for you?!ââ
âbabyâ fuck iâm sorry okay i didnât meanââ
you laughed bitterly. âyou didnât mean it. didnât mean what? to accidentally let it slip that you actually do think iâm a blabbermouth?â
he was taken aback as his eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head desperately. ânoâ no thatâs not what i meant at all y/n iâm sorry. iâve been so stressed and tired and iâm taking it all out on you right now andâ and thatâs not okay and not an excuse.â
megumi quickly stepped forward and placed his hands on your face, but you pushed him away, hurt flashing across his eyes as you did so.
âand why didnât you tell me about the meeting huh? the one with the higher ups last week?â
surprise crossed his face. âhow did youââ
âdoesnât matter how i heard it. why didnât you tell me? do you understand how that makes me feel when i have to find out through someone else and not my own boyfriend?â
he ran a hand through his spiky black hair and sighed exhaustedly.
âi didnât tell you because i knew you would be upset about it and i didnât want you to worryââ
âso you just chose to keep it from me thatâs real nice.â you spat. âof course i wouldnât be happy with it theyâre stripping you down and exploiting you! how could they say that itâs all on you to bring it home for the world series? do you understand how insane that sounds?â
âi know but i canât tell them anything i just have to say yes!â he explained.
âyou have every right to tell them something! and if you wouldâve communicated this with me like you shouldâve done, i wouldnât have let you lose so much sleep over me and maybe you wouldnât have played the way you think you played, and you wouldnât be standing here shitting all over me!â
he really struck a chord.
ây/nââ
âbye megumi.â
his breath hitched.
ânoâ hey donât do thatââ
he scrambled after you as you made your way out of the field, him quickly catching up and tugging you into him with his long arms around your shoulders, bringing your back to his front as he ducked his face down.
âletâs fix it please we need to fix thisââ
âi want to be alone right now, megumi.â you mumbled.
god he hated how many times youâve called him that already tonight, feeling like the biggest asshole to ever grace your precious life.
âno i donât want you to be upset with me pleaseââ
âwe can talk later on the phone.â your tone was lifeless. âi just need to be alone.â
he faltered, feeling gutting pain cascade all over his body as he hesitantly, slowly, slipped his arms away and released you.
âoâokay.â
he watched you walk up the stands and to the exit as you clutched yourself, his eyes catching the back of your jersey reading his last name that sent an immediate pang through his chest, your frame disappearing from his view and leaving him in his stupid thoughts as he snatched his cap off from his head and threw it to the side in frustration.
that night megumi tried to call you but you didnât pick up, you barely even answering his texts as he wallowed in self pity alone in his apartment.
and you hadnât stopped crying since the moment your tears hit on the fieldâ hurt and exhausted and guilty as you settled into bed, unable to bring yourself to call him and go through with your word, deciding to text instead.
(you): iâm really tired iâm sorry. iâll see if i can call you in the morning.
megumi took no time at all to respond.
(gumi <3): can i take you to class tomorrow?
(you): i donât think thatâs a good idea
he swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the urge to fight it, wanting to respect you and your space.
but you only kept crying.
(gumi <3): okay
(you): goodnight
(gumi <3): goodnight pretty baby
just as you were about to place your phone back on your nightstand, it buzzed again.
(gumi <3): i love you iâm sorry
you sniffled and put your phone away officially, choosing not to respond.
the following week leading up to the league championship game, megumi spent every waking moment trying to make it up to you, trying to fix it, but you only seemed to stay away from him and distance yourself, something that hurt megumi like no other.
you felt like it was your fault he played the way he did that day. if you had been smarter, more mindful, you wouldâve noticed that the intensity of his exhaustion was extremely abnormal, and perhaps you couldâve done something about it before it was too late and saved yourself the dreadful fight you had with him.
you hated the way you spoke to him, and you fully convinced yourself that you only served as a distraction for him, opting to keeping your distance as far away as possible so it allowed megumi to get his head focused again and ensure a promised route to the world seriesâ something you had hoped to be there to witness, but deeming his success way more important than your needs at this point in time.
so you stopped going to all of his practices following that day, the fact tormenting megumi as you always went to each and every single one and was there for him without faultâ rain or shine, always waiting for him in the locker rooms when he was finished.
but you werenât there anymore. and each day you werenât was another day megumi would spend angry and frustrated with himself that he did what he did. he knew your defense mechanism was pushing people away, and your current behavior gave him flashbacks to the time last year when he was falling for you and you kept running away from him, scaredâ those actions a carbon copy of whatâs happening now, except far worse.
and he did that to you. he yelled at you and snapped at you, told you to stop talking for some fucking reason that he still couldnât find the proper explanation for⌠and he made you cry. so much. your usual sweet honeyed voice you spoke to him with long gone since that day.
and he missed you. more than anything.
âyou stupidââ throw âself absorbedââ throw âassholeââ throw ânarcissisticââ throwâ
âokay thatâs enough thatâs enough!â
yuji pulled your best friend back as she chucked towel after towel at megumi following one of their practices, her absolutely fuming.
he took every hit, not bothering to dodge. he deserved it.
âshe told me what you didââ she shook herself away from yujiâs grip. âwhat the hell is the matter with you? how could you yell at her like that on the field? when all sheâs ever done is love youââ
âi know.â megumi mumbled, rubbing his eyes. âi know iâm really sorry. i regret it.â
âfuck yeah you should,â she scoffed. âthat womanâs been cooped up every day in her room bawling her eyes out over you!â
yuji nodded sadly, and megumi let out a pained breath as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands, propping his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
âfuck meâŚâ
âyeah fuck youââ
âokay! okay. heâs already down let him bleed out.â yuji muttered to her as he rubbed his hands over her arms soothingly, an attempt at calming her down.
he looked at him. âmegumi, you and i both know that she understands you were frustrated that day. the both of you. if you just talk to herââ
âyou think i havenât tried?â megumi picked his head up, and the both of them froze at the way his eyes glossed over.
âiâveâ iâve called her, iâve texted her, i drove by her house but sheâs never there, fuck i even went to her campus at seven in the morning but couldnât find her.â
he took his cap off and roughly rubbed over his eyes again.
your best friend sighed then after a moment, slowly stepping forward and sitting down next to him on the bench.
âsheâll come around megumi.â she mumbled. âjust give her some time. i know itâs hard, but she really really loves you.â she sighed deeply. âsheâll come around.â
megumi nodded solemnly, and yuji stepped forward, patting his shoulder.
âyou okay man?â
he nodded again.
missed phone calls, lagging dry texts, and last minute cancellations from you all happened for a week straight.
and when the time finally came for the league championships, megumi wanted nothing more than for you to be there as he stared at his messy fucking locker when prepping for the gameâ another reminder that you hadnât been around, and another reminder that you wouldnât be here tonight to see him, something he completely did not blame you for.
luckily, the league championship game was at their home base once more, and as the crowd got settled to watch, energies heightened as the players all got settled over the field to play ballâ megumi shook the nerves from his body as he focused with the game, and you, on his mind like a religion.
and as the game ran on with the team scoring run after run, another win was blatantly obvious for themâ megumi entirely unaware of your presence that was watching him the entire time in the stands.
you couldnât help yourself. you needed to be there to watch him, needed to see him take home another achievement like that, regardless of where you both stood as you watched from just above the v.i.p section, shivering like an idiot because you forgot to bring a jacket after deciding to wear a flowy tube top for the day, but excited for him nonetheless.
you didnât tell a single soul you were coming, not even your best friend as you just wanted to see megumi again before running off into the shadows of your embarrassing despair, missing him like fucking crazy and nearly sobbing when you saw him walk out on the field at the start, but even more emotional to the fact that they were actually going to move on to the world series by the looks of it.
and the crowd hollered eventually as the speakers blasted megumiâs teams signature songâ
finalizing their spot in the world series.
your eyes glowed as you watched his team run up on the field and tackle each other down, literally rolling in the dirt as you giggled to yourselfâ sighing contently and about to turn and walk out of the stadium to go home when a strong rough hand wrapped around your bare upper arm.
âyouâre fushiguroâs girl! arenât you?â
you snapped your head up and saw someone you recognized as one of megumiâs crew members for the team, and you relaxed, trusting him.
âoh! yeah i am!â
âsweet! i just got hired to be on the crew a couple of weeks ago.â
âthatâs great!â you answered politely, smiling. âhow isââ
âlisten i was wondering if i could get any tickets to the world series from you?â
what.
âumââ your eyes darted around awkwardly. âforâ for the world series?ââ
âyeah! i took this job so i could get some but apparently i need to be working longer than three weeks. dumb.â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek as your eyes drifted downward to your arm.
he still hadnât let go.
âoh iâm sorry.â you mumbled. âi couldâ i could maybe get you one? one for sure!â
he shook his head. âshit sorry, i need like five.â
âfive?!â you gawked. âi canât get you five iâm really sorry⌠i can only maybe get you one.â
his eyes narrowed. âwhy not? youâre fushiguroâs girl are you not?â
âyes but what does that have to do with me getting you tickets to the world series?â you spoke nervously, trying to put on a brave front as his height literally towered over you.
âwhy donât you ask him for tickets? heâs literally megumi fushiguro iâm sure he can cough up someââ
you scoffed.
âiâm not gonna ask him anything for you just because you want to use me to get tickââ
âso then what the fuck are you with him for?â his grip tightened around your arm as he pulled you a little, and you winced.
âlet go of me!ââ
megumi considered himself a relatively calm person throughout his life.
he knew he had his explosive rude moments here and there, him also accidentally offending people unknowingly with his words, but that behavior only stayed on the field as it pertained to the game at hand or with baseball itself, his life outside of that a treasured tranquil one as he spent his days with you and only you, something he looked forward to every waking moment since the day he met you.
but as he heard your little voice through the yelling of the crowd, instantly recognizing it and picking up on its distressed demeanorâ his body did a full one-eighty as his eyes frantically searched for you through the mass of people.
and once he did spot you? your breathtaking little self being manhandled by some fucking moron who had his hand around your upper arm?
he didnât consider himself a relatively calm person anymore.
megumi quickly snatched his cap off and passed it to a confused yuji and your best friend, sprinting at the speed of light across the field and to the fence of the v.i.p. section before hoisting himself up and climbing, jumping over once he reached the top and landing on the standsâ him running up a few steps before finally reaching you and tearing the guy off.
âget the fuck off.â
he gently pushed you behind him, his chest heaving.
âthe shit are you doing hurting her arm like that for huh?!â megumi stepped forward.
âhey! hey iâm sorry man iâ i didnât know i was hurting herââ
âsure you fucking did she was literally telling you to let go and you were throwing her around likeââ
âmegumi pleaseââ
âare you part of the crew?â
âyâyeah?â
âyouâre gone. youâre fired youâreââ
âwait iâm sorry! i was just trying to get tickets to the world seriesââ
megumiâs eyes blew open, wild and infuriated.
âthatâs why you were grabbing her like that? you were harrassing her for some fucking tickeâ you know whatââ
megumi stepped forward before you could stop him as he reeled his fist back and knocked him straight in the jaw, the guy stumbling back a bit and the crowd gasping before megumi spun around and grabbed your legs, throwing you over his shoulder.
âget the fuck out of my way.â
the small crowd that stuck around for the altercation parted with no questions asked, his long legs striding over across the exit and to the teams now vacant locker roomâ kicking the door open before gently setting you down on your feet.
he ran his hands over your soft hair frantically as he grabbed your cheeks and checked you over, your teary doe eyes breaking him apart.
âhey are you okay? are you fine?â
megumi let go of your face and gently lifted your upper arm, his eyes hardening at the purple forming bruise from that dickwads hand.
âheâs gone heâs goneââ
you lunged and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly as he started to charge back out, pulling him back.
âno! stop itâs okay you already hit him i think he got the message.â you mumbled, letting him go.
megumi turned to you then, his eyes softening over your timid sad frame as you played with your fingers, gaze down.
ây/n.â
âhm?â
he frowned.
âcan you please look at me.â
you listened reluctantly and peered up at him.
he exhaled. âbaby iâ iâm sorry. iâm so fucking sorry for everything that i said to you that night. i meant none of it. nothing. i was just angry at myself and stressed and stupid and i hate that i talked to you like that and took it out on you. you didnât deserve that at all.â
you hurriedly wiped your silent tearsâ nodding, but saying nothing.
he leaned down to look at you at eye level.
âare you okay?â
you nodded again and sniffled.
âtalk baby.â he pleaded with you gently, eyes sad. âtell me, please.â
you cowered a little as you finally broke into tiny sobs, your hands hovering over your face to hide your tears as he placed his big hands on your upper arms, megumi feeling like he just got run over by an entire military tank at the sight of you crying because of him.
âiâiâm sorry i yelled at youââ you hiccuped. âi was so mean and i fâfeel really badââ
âbaby why are you apologizing?â he shook his head. âitâs me itâs all me iâm the one who was mean to youââ
âno butââ you sniffled. âyou were just stressed from the game like you said and thatâs fine i shouldâve been more aware. i didnât mean to upset you with me talkingââ
âoh pretty baby..â he breathed out, agonizingly, megumi literally beating himself up. âremember when i said one time you were too nice for your own good?â
you nodded.
âthis is one of those moments. you should be yelling at me and throwing things at me like your best friend did.â
your eyebrows furrowed as you sniffled. âsheâ she did?â
âshe did.â he nodded. ârightfully so.â
you giggled a little, and he smiled softly.
âiâm sorry i distanced myself the way i didâŚâ you mumbled, a waterfall of tears coming down again. âi just thought that i was a distraction andâ and i wanted you to focus.â
âa distraction?â he murmured. ây/n you are never a distraction.â
âno but at the end of the day i wasâŚâ you sobbed. âyou need to be there for your team you haveââ hic! âyou have responsibilities and i donât want you to put me above that andâ and keep hanging out with me when you have so much to doââ
âsomething you need to understand is that iâm replaceable.â he cut you off, tone firm. âthe minute they find some other dude thatâs way better than me and quicker than me and they draft his ass over to the team? they are going to replace me faster than you will ever think. thatâs just the way jobs are. iâm replaceable no matter how much you wanna think itâs not true.â
he shook his head, his face pained. âbut you are not. youâre not fucking replaceable there is no other you. you are my life now baby. yes my career is a priority, but so are you, and i would rather them replace me than lose you entirely.â
he wiped the tears from your cheeks, your doe eyes wide.
âi appreciate that you care so much and you support me and that you want me to devote all of my time to only thisâ youâre an angel on earth for all of that⌠but as your man iâm telling you that all of my time is devoted to you now, not just baseball.â
you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer to you, tight, him immediately reciprocating and snaking his arms around your waist.
he could finally breathe.
âdo you understand?â he murmured softly, rubbing his hands over your back soothingly.
you nodded.
âbut you canâtâ wear yourself out like you did okay?â you sniffled. âyou canât let them push you and tire you out⌠and please listen when we say for you to restâŚâ
âi know iâm sorry. iâll listen next time baby i promise.â
âi get you trying to improve for yourself and push your limits⌠butâ but thereâs a difference between wanting to better your play and straight up wearing yourself down.â
you pulled back a little to look at him, wiping your tears and hiccuping. âand i worry man⌠i worry so much because iââ hic! âi love you and i always think about if youâre eating right orâ or getting enough sleepââ
his heart literally melted as he felt the remains of it ooze and spread all over his body and insides, your pure sweet concerns tugging at him and turning him into absolute putty before you.
he tightened his grip around your waist and lifted you, gently rocking your bodies as you sniffled and cried, his eyes screwed shut and feeling every possible emotion a human being could ever feel⌠but feeling love most of all.
love for you. love for who you are.
megumi kissed your wet cheek delicately and let his lips linger there as he spoke.
âiâm in love with youâŚâ he murmured. âi hope you know that.â
your heart fluttered and you nodded, a little smile playing at your face.
âiâm in love with you too gumi.â you hummed, pressing a sweet kiss of your own to his cheek.
he set you back down and cupped your cheeks, slowly leaning in and pressing light tender kisses to your lips, his mouth completely savoring over the taste of yours as he had been deprived of them for a freaking weekâ feeling like his dried up soul had been rejuvenated and made anew.
and you felt the same way⌠because you deepened the kiss, picked up the pace, pulled him closer until his chest was flush against yours and your hot breaths were mixed together in a misty cloud, megumi breathing heavily through his nose as he ran his needy desperate hands over your delicious body.
he trailed wet open mouthed kisses on your cheek, jaw, and all the way down to the side of your exposed neck, his hand supporting the other side as he feverishly licked a slow long stripe of spit up your neck with his rough tongue, your fists gripping the sides of his jersey as he nibbled and bit, his lips finally coming to enclose and suck around a certain spot as your breath hitched at how frenzied and sloppy he was being, drool practically running down your neck as he ravished, bit, and sucked over multiple areas.
you shoved your hands down his pants suddenly, and he choked in surprise as his hips thrusted forward, your fingers pumping and palming his hardened cock slowly as his breath shuddered against your neck.
âbaby...â he murmured.
âhm?â
âhow would you feel if i turned on the shower and fucked my cock in your pretty little cunt for a bit in there huh?âŚâ
a needy whimper slipped past your lips against his ear, and he grew weak.
âis that okayââ
âmore than okayââ
you squealed as he wasted no time in picking you up again and walking over to the showers, the both of you clumsily tearing off your clothes as megumi fumbled with the shower switch until luke warm water spritzed from aboveâ entrapping the both of you in a humid trance as megumi squeezed your bare thighs and ushered you to jump, you doing so immediately and wrapping your legs around his waist.
he stepped in and literally slammed the shower door shut, the two of you giggling a little as the soothing water washed over your panting bodies, the sight of his handsome bright face making your cheeks flush and bury your face in his neck in response.
he chuckled softly, gently setting your back against the wet tile wall before kissing you again and again, his mouth messy against your puffy lips as he tried to drink up all that you gave him, the tip of his cock slipping past your folds and brushing against your swollen clitâ each time making you squeak and jump.
you didnât care about anything, your mind reeling and just wanting megumiâs dick inside of you as soon as possible, knowing that youâd never really had sex before and literally not giving a single shit because it was himâ someone you trusted the most out of anyone in your life, and someone you wanted to give your all to no matter the circumstance.
he lined his fat tip then against your drooling hole.
âwait! wait the doorââ you gripped his shoulders for support. âthe door did you lock it?â
ânope.â
megumi pushed his cock in slowly and gently, your choked gasps and moans echoing inside the shower as his head fell to rest in the crook of your hickey covered neck, him groaning in ecstasy as your gummy warm pussy strangled his dick to the tightest degree, already previously so wet and gushy that it thankfully barely hurt you at all as he bottomed out.
âfuuuckkâ youâre warm.â he murmured, gripping your hips like a vice and softly caressing his thumb against your slippery skin to soothe youâ hoping (but not really), youâd maybe release the clutch your pussy had on his dick to stop him from already shooting his cum all over your insides like a loser.
he slowly drew his hips back and fucked into you again, you jolting at the force as you fumbled to keep your grip steady on his shoulders, his cock fucking thick and massive as his little curve poked deliciously at your cervix, him gradually increasing his pace as you shuddered over the quick pat pat patâs echoing through the walls.
âgâgumiii..â you whined.
âwhat baby?â he mumbled breathlessly, his eyes glued to where his dick connected with your hole as it slipped in and out lewdly, your pussy literally squelching and screaming for him with your bouncing tits in his face that made him clench his jaw in self restraintâ trying his hardest not to fucking ram into you like nothing and take you.
âyâyouâre biigg!â you hiccuped, your little gasps of breath enticing droplets of cum to leak out of his tip and ooze out of your little wet folds, megumi moaning at your words.
âyeah?â pat pat patâ âsâtoo much for you baby?â
he picked up the pace, on purpose as he meanly bounced you on his cock and shot his hips up against your pussy, his big heavy balls slapping against your ass and making your eyes fucking cross at the feeling.
âtell me you love me.â he panted. ânow.â
âiââ hic! âi love youââ
megumi grabbed your cheeks with his fingers and mushed them together, grinning deviously at the way your pouty lips pushed out cutely.
âhow much.â
âsâso- ah!â so much gumiââ
âmoreâ shit!â he choked, a particular squeeze from your abused cunt almost making him finish. âmâ more than anything?â
slap slap slapâ
âyâyes!ââ you could barely even speak due to the erotic hold he had on your face. âi love you i love you i loveââ
you squealed as he let go of your face, gave into his desires and rammed into you, both hands on your bruised hips as he gave your pussy no room to breathe with how fast he was shoving his fat cock inside of you, pounding and pummeling into your guts as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your release build up in your tummy.
âwhy were you asking me about the door earlier huh?â he panted. âyou donât want anyone to see how much of aâ thrust! âslut you are? your legs spread for me like this and your pretty pussy creaming on my dick?â
you whined and moaned so fucking loudly, it ringing through megumiâs ears like a wicked symphony.
he pinched your nipple when you didnât respond.
âanswer me.â
thrust thrust thrustâ
ânâno i didnât!â
âno?â
he gripped your neck and sloppily ran his mouth over yours, feeling his cum on the brink of shooting out.
âmâgonna cum inside.â
âinâ mmphf!â inside?â
âyou donât want it?â he let go of your neck. âcause i wonât give it to you if you donât want itââ
âi do i do!â you scrambled and cupped his cheeks, bringing his lips back in and kissing him messily.
âgive it to me gumi please!ââ hic! âeeekkk!â
hot sticky cum pumped out of his tip and into your gushy walls, your high making your toes curl as you creamed around his heavy cock feverishly, megumiâs entire body fucking shivering at the way your pussy felt like it was entirely made and molded for him.
he softly pumped himself inside and out of you, his mouth hung open in a daze as he watched his white cum slide out of your pretty hole and over his still connected dick, gently easing out after a minute and carefully setting you back downâ not completely though, as he knew youâd be sore as he leaned most if not all of your body weight against him.
you held each other in a tight embrace then, your heavy breaths trying to find its normal rhythm as the warm water continued to cascade down your bodies, comfortingly.
âwhy donât we have sex more often...â you mumbled.
he laughed softly, pecking the side of your head. âi was waiting for you to tell me baby. i didnât want to pressure you.â
âi was waiting for you to tell me.â you emphasized. âi didnât want to jump on you and just violate youââ
megumiâs chest vibrated as he laughed again, a cute boyish one that made you bite your lip.
âviolate me?â he murmured, an amused smile on his face. âiâd want you to.â
âyeah?â you tilted your head, and his cheeks grew hot.
âyeah.â
finally you and megumi were in sync again, going back into each otherâs routines as if the week long hiccup never happened, the both of you officially unraveling the aching knots in your chests that you hauled for seven tormenting days straightâ together and attached to the hip once again as he started picking you up for your seven am classes every morning like before, you going to his practices straight after, and spending your hours sleeping in his dark cozy room this time around, snoring your little life away so megumi could recover.
and eventually, the world series arrived.
âmy camera! my camera! my digital one did i bring it?!â
you flipped your purse upside down and dumped all of your things on the floorâ your lip combo, compact mirror, snacks, random receipts, and small perfume bottle rolling around on the ground until your digital camera was finally in view.
your best friend cackled as she crouched down and helped you pick up your things. âyou were taking pictures up megumiâs nose on the two hour drive over here yes you brought itââ
âi know i forgot iâm so nervous what if they lose what if someone fumbles what ifââ
you both stood as you rambled on and she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, shaking you. âcalm down! theyâll be fine! win or lose they still made it to the world series!â
the crowd roared much like the past two games, except much heavier, louder, more drilling as the music drummed through your body, the air windy but refreshing, and high pitched whistles echoing from around the stadium as everyone anticipated for the biggest game of the season.
you had lost count how many different news stations were here broadcasting the game, how many reporters you saw scrambling across the field trying to interview certain playersâ you too busy taking pictures of every single little thing and the both of you reapplying your lip liners over a million fucking timesâ even flagging down a crew member so you could take a picture with just your best friend, your backs to the camera showcasing the last names of your boyfriendâs on your jerseyâs.
and when the game officially commenced and the players all went out on the fieldâ megumi and his team did what they always do best, taking control of the scoreboard and earning runs like chump change as they worked professionally to take the trophy home, you constantly snapping pictures of megumi that your digital camera ran out of fucking storage before you even got the shot that you wanted.
eventually after a while of playing, it was megumiâs turn to hit.
âfuck! record for me please record! my camera ran out of storage oh my god use my phone please i love youââ
your best friend laughed as she took your phone from you and did what you asked, your hands on the railing and leaning over it as you anxiously watched him walk up to home plate and take position.
but instead of doing his usual faux swings and repositioned footing, megumi stepped to the side and turned his bat downward, you unable to tell what he was doing as his frame was blocking, his arm moving in various directions before he stepped back again on the home plate and repositioned himself.
your eyes trailed to the ground.
megumi had carved your initials in the dirt.
your girl friend gasped and cooed. ây/nnn!â
as megumi now did his faux swings, your bottom lip only wobbled as your eyes stayed trained to the carvings in the dirt, your heart skipping a thousand beats per minute as the thought of megumi thinking about you out there during one of the most important nights of his life, made you question repeatedly how you ever landed a man like him when all you do is talk and cry.
hit!
your eyes snapped up and you quickly wiped the corners of your eyes, megumi already running across the first two bases as the crowd roared.
âbring it home fushiguro!â
several of his teammates were cheering him on from the dugout, megumi running four runs with just one fucking hit?â
a grand slam.
and suddenly you were taken back to the day you noticed megumi for the first time, just like now with your doe eyes wide and cheeks pink, recognizing the only piece of baseball terminology you knew besides a home run.
except then he was just a stranger you were hopelessly in love with that knew how to play ball like no other.
now though, heâs a man you couldnât ever imagine your life without. and you didnât want to.
so as the game reached nine innings, megumiâs team running on the field in a bundle of absolute tears and yells and hollers that they won the world fucking series, all clustering together as they hoisted several players up on their shoulders, including megumiâ
you and your best friend instantly booked it down there in a fit of tears.
you had no time to get your personal belongings together as you sprinted across the field like your life fucking depended on it towards megumiâ him being put down by his teammates and him frantically looking around after until he spotted you, the brightest smile spreading across his face as he chucked his cap to the side and opened his arms out wide for you.
you jumped in and he spun you around, holding you tight as the screaming crowd surrounding you drowned itself out as you cried into megumiâs neck.
he pulled back, panting.
âdid you see how i did a grand slam?â
you nodded rapidly.
âi did it because i knew its the only thing you would recognize!â he yelled over the noise. âso you would feel included when we won!â
oh my god.
he still remembered when you told him that?
âguummiii! how did you even calculate that?!â you cried harder, and he laughed as he spread tiny kisses all over your teary face, his eyes glimmering with absolute unadulterated happiness and bliss, the reality of having the two things he wanted most in life settling into his mind.
megumi didnât really have a stance on religionâ whether the factor is real or not something he didnât really care about nor mind as he simply just chose to live.
but as he held you on the field, you crying for him and embracing him the way that you were, kissing him the way that you were, megumi only wanted to be covered in your favor. megumi only wanted to devote his entire life to you.
megumi only wanted to believe in you.
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rafe canât resist you⌠not even when youâre sleeping
"stop being so touchy," you giggle, slapping his hands away.
rafe just chuckles softly. "hmm, i canât, fucking look at you" his big arms touch you as he presses his body up against yours. his lips brush against your skin, you can feel his breath on your neck.
he releases you, pouting angrily, saying, "why are you not letting me touch you."
âiâm just a little tiredâ you sigh as he lets go of you.
"oh, câmon, bunny," his voice is a mixture of frustration and anger.
"no, iâm- iâm sleepyâ you reply.
his face lights up with anger when you turn down his advances.
"i will touch you when you are sleeping if you don't let me touch you."
"donât- rafeâŚ", you chuckle and give him a death glare.
he laughs ominously. as he speaks, he raises his face directly above yours. "whoâs gonna to stop me, huh, you?â
hours later, you are asleep. your body shifts in the sheets as you feel somebody's hands on your body.
rafeâs arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you tightly against his muscular chest.
âcan't fucking resist you anymore, let me fuck you⌠just really quick.â
he kisses the back of your neck gently before slowly moving his hands inside your nightgown, exploring your sensitive skin. his erection presses firmly against your backside.
his big hands travel to your breasts, squeezing them gently. your eyebrows frown in sleep. his fingers brush over your nipples, he whispers, "you look so powerless" he grins. âand youâre not even pushing me awayâŚâ
carefully, he pushes your nightgown up, you start to slightly twitch.
"shhh.. donât wake up, keep sleeping."
he reaches down to play with your clit, watching as your breathing gets a bit heavier and your hips buck subconsciously. he slowly pulls your panties off, revealing your wetness.
he groans at your wet cunt before sliding two fingers inside you, stretching you wide. and he cannot resist the urge to thrust deeper.
you stir in sleep as your stomach feels a little weird. and quickly pulls his finger out.
he slowly rubs himself through his boxers, and takes his thick hardness out. âj-just the tip, baby.â
taking a deep breath, he spreads your legs and slowly sinks his tip into you.
you gasp lightly, frowning. he pauses briefly, waiting for your reaction. he goes a little deeper, âfuck, so tightâŚâ
the sensation makes you wake up. he freezes. "rafe?!", using one leg you slightly push him.
"itâs just a dream, baby. go back to sleep,"
"fuckk!" you breath in pain? in pleasure? but you end up giving in "just- just finish fast, alright? iâm tired, rafeâŚâ
so rafe thrusts into you with urgency, hitting your spot.
he kisses your neck desperately. groans, each thrust becomes harder and faster, seconds later, he feels himself coming hard.
"why are you like this", you say, panting a little.
he chuckles, catching his breathe.
âjust canât resist youâŚ.â
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where the light touches

â a cold war brews between you and sylus in the trenches of the night; mornings are for making amends.
Ę ęá´ĽęĘ: so the dragon's hoard photo album on sylus's phone drabble has been running in my mind since i wrote it, and now that post might just be another masterlist. magnum opus is a godsend and i just love his laugh, i wanna hear him giggle and laugh forever okay ( ;´ - `;) a little origin story of some videos that are saved in his "sleeping đ" album. this is part one. enjoy! â-urs
sylus x reader | fluff, comfort, giggly!sylus, overdramatic!reader (we love them), banter, morning cuddles
You rise with the sun. It has always been this way. Whether itâs tendrils seeping in through the curtains just as the planet turns to face Helios caressing you gently or it blasting you the heat of its full concentration by noon, you will rise in the day.Â
Sylus rises with the moon. Something youâve envied. A more tranquil beginning to wake underneath the gentle caress of a radiant pearl, to the silence of the world. He acts accordingly as well, unhurried and unperturbed by the bustle of life. Calm and collected, a sharp contrast to your energetic and flurried morning body. A more peaceful existence.
And yet, he insists on rising with you.Â
Heat wakes you this morning, but not from the angry ball of gas in the sky. No, this is warmth. An internal, direct sensation that radiates from behind, from another body, another soul.
Your eyes open slowly to the gradience of the emerging sun. Darkened values of the world edging carefully with its celestial hue. A reflexive worry grips at you. Hammer to a tendon, your muscles twitch to standâ toward the curtains. To draw them closed before it all becomes blinding.Â
But the vice-like grip around your waist keeps you in place. An indignant grumble tickles the hairs on the nape of your neck and sends shivers down your spine. Sleepy, raspy, deep. âStop.âÂ
Still tangled in the webs of your own fatigue, you respond. âThe windowsââÂ
âLeave them.â he sighs, like a formidable ancient creature, and strengthens his hold around you. In one smooth motion, he flips you both from your spot. Now, his back is to the light and you are shielded from it. An instinct-driven movement, to keep you from something that he cannot stand.Â
Then comes the realization that you bask in this, and so he flattens himself to the mattress ever so slightly so that the light touches your features just so. Through his half-lidded gaze, he takes pride in the decision, watching your majesty glow like molten gold.Â
Sylus has sensitive eyes. You know this, youâve seen it before, when you idled too much after waking to watch him sleep. Meanwhile, the light had slithered in through the windowed walls. Silken features scrunch, a deep crease formed between his brows, and a sizzling wince escaped his lips.Â
You were quick to kiss the pain away, thinking it was nightmares that plagued him. But when his lips curled and he met you with squinted eyes that smiled just as divinely at the corners, you realize the transgressor was more luminescent than haunting.Â
You stay, then, in his arms. Cocooned perfectly like he was made for you. Like you were two halves of the same whole.Â
And he holds you. Like you were made for him to. Quietly, stubbornlyâ unwilling to let the morning steal you from him just yet.Â
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Waking is a slow process on the rare days when the world does not call upon you. A collection of soft kisses and gentle whispers; quiet intentions and passionate touches. You are never angry, never troubled, not when the soulâyours and hisâis complete.Â
He mourns you when you draw away from himâ âgotta peeâ. After his dramatic protests, your efforts of being free from his fly-paper grasp and your cat-like fists pushing at his chest to âlet me go! or iâll go right here!â, he eventually relents and you waddle over the cold marble floors to your throne.
Alone, he sits up in bed and takes in the light that consumes the room with an irritated scowl. It urges him to catch the duvet that had fallen to his bare waist and pull it over his head. Under the covers, he checks his phone.Â
Messages from the twins reporting on a finished mission (to which he replies a clipped âokâ). Offers from business partners he had little to no interest in. Invitations to auctions and galas. Updates on the available plushies at your favorite arcade this week. Incident reports.Â
Trivial. Unnecessary. Boring.Â
Until he finds oneâ buried amongst them allâ so glaringly different and alarming. A text message, sent four hours agoâ from you.Â
Curious, he opens your thread of messages.Â
Beloved: How could you do this to me You will pay. This is unforgivable
And before he even has the time to panic, he scrolls to see the video attached to it. Its obscure darkness and suspicious angle does nothing to deter him. Â
And as it plays, he cannot hold back his smile.Â
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The mound on your bed is laughing. Jostled wine, spilling at the edges of glass. Breathy, rich and smooth; rare and familiar all at once. Signature exhale, fond and effortful, clear as the giggling ends.Â
You crawl over the covers, towards the trembling hump and poke at where his head should be. The veil comes off, and mirthful rubies meet your inquisitive gaze. You take in his grin, and then the phone in his hand, âWhatâs so funny? Can I see?âÂ
Air meets your hand where the phone should be after your attempt at a grab. He looks annoying, looking at you like that: like he knows something you donât. Dopey heart-eyes with an edge. Unconsciously, you pout, which fuels his mischievous fire. âWhatâs is it?âÂ
Buttering him up is a sight for him to behold. You curl around him, fitting yourself under the weight of his arm and kissing his jaw to convince him to give it up. A cat seeking comfort. A snake strangling its prey. âTell me.âÂ
And the melody starts again, hitching in his chest and shaking you whose cheek rests on his shoulder. He cannot fathom how you could be everything heâs ever wished forâ how could you be quick-witted, clever, strong, courageous and hilarious? Youâre adorable and so, so funny.Â
âArenât you fuming with anger?â heâs breathless. Youâve never seen him so. âArenât I just evil? Vile?âÂ
You pause. What? Why would he say that? Why is he saying it in a way that implies you should know what it means? âSylus, I donâtâŚâÂ
At the hesitant look on your face, complete with twinkling puppy-dog eyes and a slightly jutted lip, he canât help but lean in and kiss your forehead. White flag raised, because he is helpless to a power like you. He pulls you close, and finally shows you the video. Â
Brightness is all the way up and, on the edge, you see him toggle with the volume too. The video starts with you being attacked by the front facing flash. You wince, but then go straight into your very serious, very important lamenting.
âLook at you,â you murmur, the sound scratching against your throat as if still crawling away from the grasp of a dream. The focus shifts to Sylus, fast asleep, burrito-ed in the large comforter. Love of your life, tether to the world; giant larvae. âEvil⌠vile.âÂ
The last word you grate through your teeth with so much venom, one would assume heâd betrayed you.Â
It crosses your mind though, as you watch, how deeply he was sleeping. How untroubled and peaceful he looked, no matter how much you shook him around in your own frenzied irritation. When usually, heâd wake fully at the sound of your breath hitching from a nightmare.
In the video, you continue: face close to his own, pressing your lips to his cheek because it was mandatory. His lips twitch but he shows no signs of waking. âTsk. Iâm mad. Iâm cold? Iâm cold and Iâm mad. Count your days.âÂ
The video ends. Beneath it, you read your equally vehement text messages. Sent 2:43 AM.Â
Sylus is laughing again, subtly pulling you closer to apologize while the memory comes back to you in vague waves of annoyance.
Waking up shivering, feeling for the blanket, feeling for himâ finding both out of reach. You prying the edge from under his large bodyâ how the hell did he manage to roll in it at least twice?â settling for pressing your cold feet underneath his warm calves and praying your torso doesnât freeze overnight as sleep captures your ire and douses the flames for then.Â
But this is now.Â
âDarlingââ he wheezes at your bewilderment. Lips pressing to your hair fondly, over and over. Likely getting that thing he feels heâd just learned the term forâ aggression. Cuteness aggression. Â
Unfortunately for him, it all rushes back. The fire is blazing, scalding. âOh, Iâm mad.âÂ
And he fears for his life behind the imprints of crowfeet on the corners of his teary eyes. Ever one to play with his own life, he still pushes. âAre you?âÂ
âYou hog!â A quick attack. You whack his face with a pillow and heâs cackling. The thought of stopping and relishing in his bellyaching, carefree laughter crosses your mind for a split second, before youâre climbing his waist and squeezing the smooth skin of his hollow cheeks. âYou left me to freeze!âÂ
âI didnât know, sweetie.â Heâs gorgeous when he speaks between chuckles. Speech bursting like hiccups of devotion.Â
âWhat are you, a rock? I was pulling so much andâ nothing!âÂ
He takes another blow. âYou shouldâve woken me up.â
âI tried.â You pause. You did. A little. But you couldnât bring yourself to, not fully. Not when he sleeps terribly. Not when youâre the only rest heâs ever known.Â
And he knows this, reads it in the way you falter. That look on your face that tells him youâre thinking about him, his wellbeing. Putting him first, still, through the haze of exhaustion; despite the blistering cold. Considering him and how he would feel to wake up in the sunlight you bathe in, sunlight he cannot stand if it were not for you.Â
He doesnât understand how you do this to him by just being. He fears how much you know him, how much he allows himself to be lured in and be exposed by you. When in the same breath, heâd lay his heart bare to you and hand you a dagger to do with it as you please.
He fallsâ deeply, effortlessly. Rolls in your affection twice over and more like he did in the blanket he stole in his sleep. Because just as easily as he did that with his eyes closed, he can so easily love you.
Fast, the pillow swings up by your arm, you strain to gain momentum to smack it down on his chest once more. Faster, his large hand catches your wrists in a vice, then he is pulling your face down to his.Â
Laughter, both youthful and deep, bursts from his chest. His radiance ghosts over your cheek, weightless and warm.Â
Just as you swoon in his joy, his heart aches at yours. It is the sun giving the moon light. The way you barely notice the wide smile on your face despite your desperate need to silence him in awkwardness. The way you try to reign in your strength with each strike despite knowing he can take the brunt of it. The way you look on top of him. The way the weight of you grounds him to this earth. The way you are so shamelessly you in this momentâ he canât help but reflect you, revere you.Â
Meanwhile, youâre lovestruck and dumb. So beautiful, you think, about the hollowed dimples on his cheeks, about the curve of his relaxed smileâ about the enemy. He is the enemy.Â
And the enemy has soulful eyes, sorrowful as they are loving. The enemy tastes the sweetest when he is kissing your embarrassment to silence, when he is whispering, âIâm sorry.âÂ
You hum in defeat, melting in his affection, utterly human. Flawed and weak in the face of love.Â
âIâm sorry.â He says again, slower. The words sighed against your lips. Mouth embracing yours tenderly to let you know he means it.
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Just needed to get this out of my head after Sylus's Myth so i hope you like it :)
TW : drunk MC, fluff, it's sad I guess ? No proof read cause i'm a savage, english is not my mother tongue

â......tail ?âÂ
âWhat did you just say kitten ?â Sylus asked, gently patting the back on your thigh while steadying you on his shoulder as you exited the elevator together, .
At first he had been quite surprised to receive your call.
Even more so when you bluntly asked him if he would be ok playing bodyguard and keep an eye on you while you indulged in a night of carefree debauchery at the club but hey, who was he to judge ?Â
Besides, if you felt safe enough to be in such a vulnerable state around him, going as far as trusting him with your safety and your apartment key to make sure you would make it back safe and sound, he was not going to complain.
âIâŚ.I saidâŚooooh that spinsâŚdoâŚdo you ever miss your tail ?â you repeated, your voice tired and slurred, words barely comprehensive despite your best effort.
Sylus couldnât help the chuckle that came as you poked his lower back through his jacket.
You really were wastedâŚ
But you had a good reason !
Your week has been shitty as hell.
Your nights were even worse lately, barely getting a couple hours of sleep only to wake up either with a sore throat, screaming or crying at something you could not recall.
And, on top of that, you were off duty as Zayne decided you needed a break and refused to sign your abilitation.
âCome on Zayne, look, Iâm fiiiiiiiiineâ you tried to convince him with a huge smile and so much concealer on your face you could open your own makeup shop.
âAs your physician I cannot let you go on field with such resultsâ he retorted not even looking away from your chart âYou should be dead with such a high blood pressureâ
âIâm a tough cookie !â
âAnd youâre going to have to stay in the jar until these get better. Youâre not only a danger for yourself right now but also for your partnerâ
That was a low blow but he had a point.
Clearly, you needed a break, something to unplug your brain, something fun, a good night out to leave all your problems behind and get shitfaced to oblivion. What you did not need though was the unwanted attention a young woman alone at the club would probably get and, while you were very capable of handling those kinds of situations, you did not really want to have to be on the lookout constantly or end up in a cell for assault.
You tried Tara, back to her family for the Holidays.
Simone ? Night shift.
XavierâŚ.doing God knew what God knew whereâŚ.
So, with a heavy heart you picked up your phone and called your secret weaponâŚ
âNot necessary,â Sylus finally answered in a calm, composed voice, as he opened your apartment door, being extra careful as to not bump you in the doorframe. Based on the current humming coming from you right now and your kicking feet, your head was already going to kill you tomorrow.
Better not add âcommotionâ to the list of your impending issues.
âTo be honest, being half human half cat was quite annoyingâ he admitted, walking you toward your bedroom to tuck you into bed. âI donât like not being in control of myself and beside, it was bad for business to be away from the N109 zone for so long...althoughâŚI kind of enjoyed having to hide here and spend time with youâŚâ he added with his signature smirk, poking your side before tossing you onto the bed, making you giggle like an idiot as you plopped on your back. It was the first time you allowed him into your room and, although he did plan on being a gentleman despite what you could think of him when sober, he couldnât help the loving smile on his face as he watched you mumble something about a potato bag while fighting with your plushies for room.
âI miss you tailâ you retorted in your drunk voice, closing your eyes in hopes it would help with the dizziness while Sylus started to remove your shoes and socks.
âI quite remember you telling me how insufferable it wasâ the man said in a collected tone while making his way to the kitchen once he was done.Â
âYeah but it was sooooo prettyâŚI miss how you used it to grab me with it andâŚand toss me around ! That was funny !â you laughed, mimicking being tossed around like a ragdoll in the middle of your plushies as Sylus was coming back in your room, a glass of water in his hand.
He stopped in his tracks, a puzzled look on his face.
âI never use my cat tail to...toss you aroundâ he corrected. His Evol, yeah, on a daily basis at some point actually, just to annoy you and enjoy those little lovely sounds coming from your mouth, threats mostly.
He had not been able to use it at all during the time those damn kittens from Hell had turned him into one of them though.
Your foggy brain did not hear him though and just kept mumbling in your drunken state, propping yourself on your elbows, trying to focus your gaze on him.
âYou would think scales are cold and harshâŚâ you started, raising a finger to look all serious before falling back onto your pillow, not registering the look of surprise on his usually steady face.
âKitten whâŚâ his voice was faltering as he looked at you getting all comfy like you had not just shaken his world upside down with your words.
â...but it was sooooo soft and sooooo warmâŚâ you continued, grabbing your pillow to hold on tight as if you were looking for said warmth.Â
Your voice was starting to fade as sleep was settling in.
â...felt safe when you wrapped it around meâŚI kept holding mine to sleep afterâŚbutâŚâ
The glass in his hand fell to the ground, shattering as he froze in place, eyes wide open in shock.Â
ââŚit was notâŚnot the sameâŚâ you mumbled before losing consciousness, your body going limp against your pillow, before starting to snore.
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EPILOGUE: BABY FOOD ⏠sevika x pregnant!reader | 3.3k words
SUMMARY: Snippets from a less lonely life.
TAGS: mentions of postpartum depression, PTSD recovery, hurt/comfort, domestic sevika, a LOT of fluff
NOTES: my knowledge of children boils down to babysitting my niece her whole life so blame her if i got anything wrong. also thank yall SO MUCH for the love on this story it's been absolutely insane and i still cannot believe it :'3
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I. THREE MONTHS
Parenting is hard work.
A fact of life that just about everyone knows, but itâs different actually living it. Days are long and nights are even longer, and Sevika canât remember the last time sheâs gotten a proper sleep. But you have it worse. As soon as she closes her eyes for the night, the kid starts crying, and you sit up with a tired groan to turn on the bedside lamp. Every three hours like clockwork, the same routine: remove Stella from her crib (that Sevika commissioned from a local wood worker) beside the bed, sit a pillow in your lap, pull up your shirt, and feed her.
Sevika tries to stay up with you, to keep you company, but you tell her over and over again that thereâs no sense in both of you being useless come tomorrow. You have a good point.
But she does her part in other ways. Changes cloth diapers like a professional, spends more time cleaning up water messes around the tub than actually bathing the kid, rocks her to sleep then puts her in the crib.
Itâs all routine now, in the strangest change of fate. Being in love, receiving love, waking up in an actual home and a soft bedânot alone anymore. She has two people now that she would go to the end of the world and back for, and she still canât believe that the circumstances are real.
Stella always smiles at the sight of her, and Sevika always smiles back.
Weird. Terrifying. Perfect.
âWe're going to Lyraâs tomorrow,â you say, adjusting Stellaâs weight in your arms as she feeds, tiny hand curled against your chest. âDonât forget that.â
Sevika cracks open an eye, head lolling on your outstretched leg to look up at you. Naked beneath your red robe, all dips and curves from the pregnancy weight you gained, fresh marks stretching over your belly and hips and inner thighs. Motherhood is a good look you.
But thatâs her hindbrain talking. The part of her that would still love you no matter what form you took (but she likes this one a lot).
âThe check-up, right?â she asks, turning away from Stellaâs kicking foot that connects instead with her temple. âOw.â
You bite back a laugh, smooth a hand over her hair, then tuck the babyâs legs under your arm. âYeah. She just wants to make sure everythingâs okay.â
âThatâs good.â
Tomorrow comes and Stella is less than thrilled about being handled by a stranger. Lyraâs gentle with her exam, but the kid still fusses and wriggles around on the blanket-covered table. When Lyra turns her over onto her stomach, she wails, and you take a step forward before Sevika curls an arm over your chest, gently coaxing you back.
âShe's fine, Mama.â
Your head thumps against her shoulder, hand curling over her wrist for comfort. Voice wavering and watery as you mutter, âI know, but I canât stand to hear her cry.â
Lyra turns to you with a soft smile, cradling a babbling Stella in her arms. âItâs part of your new instincts, dear. But babyâs alright.â A soft pat to said baby's back. âJust fussy.â
With a sigh, you step over to the pair. âShe probably needs fed.â
A quick exchange, and Stellaâs back to her old self, cooing and smiling in her mamaâs arms. Over your shoulder, Sevika catches her eye. Twists up her face in a way that always makes her giggle, and this timeâs no different.
She still canât believe that this is her life now. Too used to inciting fear in the heart of the Undercity, and now a three month old baby looks at her like sheâs her world. A big part of her doesnât believe she deserves it after all the bad sheâs doneâthe people sheâs killed, the strife she helped sew throughout the city.
But the kid in your arms doesnât know that part of her, canât comprehend it even if she did. Maybe thatâs a good thing. At least you saw something inside her worth investing in. Sticking around for.
Still canât believe it.
When you arrive home, though, the air thickens in a way that leaves her hackles raising. You set Stella's bag on the floor beside the couch and flee to the bedroom, the girl gasping and gurgling in preparation for a crying spell.
âI know, my love. You've had such a long day, huh?â you coo, voice muffled by the wall separating you.
Sevika waits on the couch as you put her down for a nap (sheâs always been difficult to get to sleep, her growing brain just too active to shut down). You sneak back into the living room a while later, shutting off the overhead light as you pass, and she scoots over to give you room to sit. You exhale a breath, head thumping against the cushion at your back.
For a long moment, the two of you sit in silence. You need to decompress, and she waits for you to tell her what's wrong.
âWhy are you doing all this?â you whisper, gaze trained on the ceiling.
There it is. The reason behind the sudden chill to the room, a tangible shift in your mindset.
âWhat do you mean?â She doesn't touch you no matter how badly her fingers itch to cradle your hand in hers. Wants to give you space to process whatever it is you're feeling.
âNothing's keeping you here. Stella isn't even yours, and you stillââ you scoff, tears pooling in the corner of your eye, âyou take care of her like she is.â
âI don't understand, honey.â
With a quiet groan, you scrub at your face. âFuck, IâI'm so sorry for involving you in this. We're not your problem, and I just⌠gods, it's not fair to you.â
âIsn't that for me to decide?â
âBut you're already dealing with too much.â The tears fall when you squeeze your eyes shut, disappearing into your hairline. âI feel like such a burden, and I feel even worse for telling you about it.â
Your crying brings her back to that night, to the aftermath when you sat in a chair in the back of Silco's club, covered head-to-toe in blood, sobbing into your hands. She felt helpless then, and she feels helpless now. Doesnât know how to make the pain go away.
So she does the only thing she can think of to help ease the ache. Wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her side. Rests her cheek on the top of your head as your chest racks with quiet sobs. She lets you cry until your eyes dry up with an empty ache to her chest.
âIf I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be,â she whispers, squeezing at your arm. âI can make my own decisions, alright?â
âBut you said we're your responsibilityââ
âI also said I didn't mean it that way. You're a lot more than that. Both of you.â
If only she had the words to tell you, to explain how much the two of you mean to her. The love that swells her chest to the point of bloating, so overwhelming she chokes on it at times.
You sniff, wipe your nose on your shirt. âYou promise?â
âI swear.â
You look up at her, puffy-eyed and pitiful, lips twitching into a weak smile. âI'm choosing to believe you.â
She presses a wet kiss to your cheek. And another, and another, and another. Doesn't stop until you're giggling and fidgeting and turning your face away.
II. SIX MONTHS
Sevika might go insane.
The kid finally learned to crawl a week ago, and she hasn't stopped moving since. Wakes the both of you up late into the night by climbing over your heads to attempt an escape off the mattress. Crawls after you as you walk to and from the kitchen, shouting and gurgling for attention. Pulls herself up onto shaky legs as Sevika sits on the couch, little fingers fisting the fabric of her pants to steady herself. So active and curious that the two of you run yourselves to death just trying to keep up with her.
Sevika would never tell anybody this, but the first time she had to raise her voice at her to keep away from the heavy cabinets, she hid in the closet nearby and cried as Stella napped in her crib. You had come home from the market, seen her puffy eyes, and pulled her into a reassuring hug.
She just doesn't want to be her father's daughter. The parent her parents were. It's a fine line to walk. Terrifying at times.
Over the last few months, Sevika's pulled away a bit from the danger of the Lanes, and in turn, Silco. A shift in priorities tends to alter the brain, and her little family is now at the top of the list. Always at the back of her mind. When she leaves on jobs that she canât put off on some grunt, she always brings gifts home. Your favorite food, a new onesie, little figurines that remind her of either of you (always the poorly-made ones that make you laugh yourself to tears, but the one she bought featuring a very smashed-up mother and baby cat proudly sits on the table in the entryway).
Youâve got a good part-time job going, cleaning houses for the elderly either too sick or too feeble to do it themselves. It pays in cogs, but youâve found purpose again. Lyra insisted at your last check-up that you consider activities outside of being a mother. A new hobby, giving back to the community, meeting new people.
Well, you don't really have time for new hobbies and you're still wary of people after the whole Joker thing, so the logical next step was looking for a job. A way to build up a bit of money so you arenât relying on Sevika all the timeâat least, thatâs what you told her.
But today, both of you are free to explore the Undercity with Stella in tow. It's the first time you've expressed interest in visiting your favorite bakery since that night with Joker.
A big, important step for you. Your hands shake the whole way as you follow the familiar path of the street, Stella swaddled against your chest. Sevika offered to carry her, but you probably need the comfort. Her point proven when you rub your nose against the wispy hairs on her tiny head as the shop comes into view.
Behind the counter, Tayla gasps when you step inside, squealing at the sight of the baby cradled to your chest. âOh, I missed you so much!â She strolls up to you then grasps your hands with a beaming smile. âI was so worried after you left that day and I hadn't seen you around. Gods, how are you?â
Ever curious, Stella turns her head at the sound of a new voice then cries out in frustration when she can't see Taylaâs face. The woman in question steps up to your side and takes the baby's hand.
âHi, baby. It's nice to meet you.â Then she turns to you. âWhat's her name?â
âStella,â you say, voice dripping with pride. âSevika picked it out.â
âWhat a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.â
Sevika stands off to the side to let the two of you catch up, meandering along the displays of bread and cakes and cookies. The whole shop smells amazing, fresh and sweet, and the handmade furniture and soft lighting give off a coziness uncommon to the Undercity. No wonder you spent so much time here.
When she turns around, Stella is balanced on your hip, grabbing the bits of fresh bread you offer from your palm with thumb and forefinger. Tayla celebrates after each bite with words of praise and a soft clap, and Stella beams. Sevika doesn't want to interrupt the sweet scene, too afraid that her presence would break whatever blissful bubble surrounds your little group. She has nothing to say to Tayla, and this is a big moment for you. One of reunion and reclamation.
Where does she fit in?
You answer her question when you turn around, eyes searching for a split second, and panic gives way to warmth when you spot her. You invite her over with a coaxing nod of your head, lips stretching into a smile.
âShe loves the bread,â you say upon her approach, and the baby reaches for her with a scrunched nose and a big smileâher two bottom teeth an adorable contrast against her gums that leaves Sevika's lips twitching upward.
(She remembers when the kid first started teething. A lot of sleepless nights and tears and chewing on wet washcloths. Fingers indented with marks, pricked with blood. You cried more than Stella did, utterly helpless against curing your baby's pain.)
She holds the baby in the crook of her metal arm and wipes the crumbs from her mouth. âMama's made a mess of you, hasn't she?â
You giggle, squeezing Stella's chubby leg as she babbles away. âShe eats like somebody else I know.â
Sevika chooses to ignore the very pointed glare aimed her away.
III. ONE YEAR
Her bubble of happiness shatters shortly after Stella's first birthday, when the gates are knocked down between the Undercity and Piltover, and war is declared. A fight for the world and the two people she loves most in it.
You cry the entire way to the trolley, holding two packed suitcases and the remnants of a broken heart. Stella wriggles in the bend of Sevika's armâold enough to pick up on the doom in the air, but too young to understand why.
You round on her when you finally reach the door of the car. âI swear to Janna, if you die, I'll track down a mage and revive you so I can kill you myself.â
She holds you close, presses a goodbye kiss to your forehead. âI don't plan on dying.â
âThat's what my dad said, and look what happened to him.â
âGood thing I'm not him.â
Your frown deepens as she passes Stella to you, gaze locked onto the cloak hiding her missing arm. âYou aren't even able to fight.â
She exhales a breath through her teeth. âYou underestimate me.â
âI worry about you. Is that so awful?â
Yes. It's irrational, and the image of your wet cheeksâtear tracks caused by herâsits wrong in her gut. A kind of guilt she's never really experienced. But before you, she never had something important to lose, nobody sitting at home waiting for her to come back safe. Now she has two.
Which is why she has to do this.
"I'll be fine."
You resort to begging, arms wound tight around the baby. Please don't go. I'll do anything. I can't lose you. Please. Please.
She can't let the heartbreak in your voice affect her, not when everything is at stake, no matter how badly she wants to cradle you both in her arms and take you home and damn the world to its fate.
It's the first time she says I love you. A phrase that burns acidic on her tongue, that rushes out in a whisper as you accept one final hug before climbing into the car.
IV. TWO YEARS
The kid's a damn menace. Two years old now, yanking the leash of the world in her chubby little fist. Can barely talk yet (you understand her better than Sevika does), but she always has something to say. Always running around the house.
Like now.
Sevika steps out of the kitchen and intercepts the girl with her lone arm. Pulls her to her chest as she squeals and laughs and kicks her feet.
She canât help but smile. Says, âI donât think so, kiddo. You have to put your clothes on.â
You walk from the bedroom with a shake of your head, a pair of matching pajamas in hand, eyes sunken from the long day finally behind you. âI have no idea where sheâs gotten this energy from. You, apparently.â
ââŚMe.â
âI've known you three years and I've never seen you sit still.â
She doesn't know how to tell you that she's not, in fact, the dad (no matter how much she wishes to be), and has no bearing on the kid's genes. So she just nods along and agrees.
Watching this girl grow into herselfâbecome a person with interests, likes and dislikes, a personality that gets stronger with each passing dayâhas been nothing short of amazing. Already, she's grown an attitude. Talks with the cadence of someone who's dealt with a lifetime of bullshit (Sevika's influence, no doubt). Morphs her face into a direct mirror of your scowls and glares and grins (she looks so much like you sometimes that it's almost uncanny).
The three of you had spent the entire day at a ceremony celebrating Sevika's seat on Piltover's council. Nothing more than a shallow show of solidarity and hospitality that she would rather not subject you to, but you had insisted. I wonât let you do this alone. Itâs a sweet sentiment, but she doesnât expect anything to come of her new statusâas if sheâd actually take them up on their offer to move her family out of the Undercity.
Sheâs just putting up with this shit for the confidential information anyway.
You had been excited, more optimistic about the future than her. A chance for change, for progress, to give Stella a better world to grow up in. But the kid will reach the stars one day, with or without her influence. She can feel it.
Sevika sits down on the couch with Stella in her lap, keeping her still so you can finally dress the kid after her bath. But she can't blame her. Who the hell actually likes wearing clothes?
"You can go on to bed," you say, sidestepping the giggling toddler when she runs past. "I'm gonna get her a quick snack."
When the two of you return from the kitchen, Stella that Sevika reads her a story. Climbs into bed with the same pop-up book you've read so many times the pages started cracking, and plants it on her lap.
Sevika shakes her head, mouth twitching into a frown. âI'm not good at telling stories. Not like Mama is.â
Really, she just⌠can't. A sacred line she hasn't yet dared to cross. She thinks of her mom flipping through those picture books, how animated and enthralling she made each story, and knows she could never do it justice.
(Shit, she's forgotten the sound of her mom's voice.)
You stroll in a moment later, feet dragging along the ground, before collapsing into bed with a relieved groan. "What are you two talking about?"
Sevika sighs, thumbing the edge of the worn book. "She wants me to read to her."
"Mommy, book," Stella says again, patting the cover to get her attention.
The look you give her is one of understanding, reassurance. "I think it would be nice."
"I can't do it like you." Like her mom used to.
"You don't have to."
With a huffing breath, she opens the first page, and Stella curls up against her side, tiny arm slung over her chest. Sevika reads along in a low, calm voice, adjusting her tone for different characters and asking questions about each picture. Halfway through the book, she gets no response, and when she looks over, both you and Stella are fast asleep, curled up beneath the sheets.
She sets the book on the nightstand, turns off the lamp, and shifts Stella around to carve out a spot for herself on the bed. Smiles soft and sleepy when your hand finds hers in the darkness.
#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika fluff#arcane x reader#arcane x you#x reader#my fics#fic: feed me!
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How they sleep with you (sfw)

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Wriothesley
he always comes to the bed after you and tries to move carefully in order to not wake you if you have already fallen asleep
he is a big spoon so he hugs you from behind really nice and comfy
usually very tired of late shifts at work so probably will be dead asleep the next few seconds. Youâd pull the blanket over him ensuring he doesn't catch a cold. Oh, he loves when you take care of him :(
he gives out the best hugs and is actually very warm, like a big old wolf can be your personal blanket. Even though you would still wrap the both of you into the fuzzy blanket knowing that this silly man probably doesn't realise that the nights are getting longer and freezing
loves nuzzling into your hair, coz your scent makes him relaxed and heâll likely have a good night sleep after a sniff of his significant other
Tartaglia
he is actually very sweet and gentle in the bed with you, especially before sleep when the both of you likely end up tired after work
removes his accessories, rings, gloves only to gently wrap his bare hands around you. tartaglia is a big spoon as well. he does not fail to amaze you with how smooth his hands feel against your arm compared to his finesse in a battlefield
loves warm temperature so makes sure both of you are wrapped in huge fuzzy blankets
loves a good mug of hot chocolate or honey herbal tea before sleep and will make you one too!
although loves being a boss aka big spoon, will die for you to lie on his chest <3
Neuvillette
being a small spoon he loves when you wrap your arms around his broad chest, he finds it very comfy and in a way, soothing
Neuvillette is extremely shy and solitary so he wonât usually ask you for something but sharing a nice cup of warm water before sleep with you is his guilty pleasure. There is just something super endearing about sharing his favourite drink intimately with you, under the moonlight and rainâŚ
he takes big pleasure in being undressed by you, he just wants to feel you remove these formal indigo layers from his shoulders. will also let you personally remove his feather hair pin and unclip other accessories from his lavish outfit
even though his eyes look cold sometimes he ensures his significant other doesn't doubt his affection which is showing quite well in how he holds you in sleep
holds your hand in the sleep so tight as if afraid you will disappear the next day. Neuvillette enjoys your company more than he is going to admit. Hard on the outside - sweet inside, he almost innocently kisses your forehead and cheek before sleep so that you almost forget how stiff and rough this man is in court
Pantalone
sleep? doesnât know him. This man has huge eyebags coz apparently he sleeps in the officeâŚÂ
his face looks completely different without glasses and you cannot help but be in awe every night, seeing the perfect shape of his eyes clearly and slight hints of exhaustion after the whole CEO work
after having you help him inject insulin, he lets you take his gloves off, and even though heâs been sharing domestic pleasures with you for a while, still wary of showing his bare hands to you every time, coz he has an eczema he finds disgusting. will hum quietly while you spread a gentle cream over his hands as a skincare routine procedure before sleep
he is attached to you more than he initially planned to and it is showing in the way his hands âaccidentallyâ graze yours or his eyes examine your sleepy face before he drifts off too. Youâre left mesmerised at how this man, a heartless businessman, treats you so softly and dearly
is actually capable of comforting someone, so will do a great deal of comforting you if something about your mood seems off. He is not very sensitive to emotions but he understands you logically, judging by your body language, routine or the way you talk. Trust me, this man is the gentlest when it comes to your vulnerability, he will ensure đŻ that you feel safe and happy enough, so he will hug you SO tight in the sleep, in order to just soothe youÂ
Alhaitham
cannot let you fall asleep without night cuddles when he with his muscular chest loves pressing you into the sheets
even though he is grumpy about it, allows you dismantle his clothes. There is something endearing about touching his biceps and chest while you undress himÂ
Alhaitham loves when you sniff his hair and bury your face into it. He might possibly lay closer to you so that your nose bumps in his head or throatÂ
turns his relaxing lo-fi kind of music on so that you can enjoy it too and tune into sleep with him
he sleeps very quietly and peacefully but can wake up to a single noise. Be sure to hold him close and not wake him <3
Capitano
loves caressing your soft tummy when youâre in the bed with him
when itâs a cold night and even heating doesn't seem to help, you pull his toned body on top of yours so that he provides additional warmth and comfort. Capitano loves laying on top of you, but concerned heâll be too heavy for you
he won't let you fall asleep without a night kiss, heâs so addicted to your lips that he just won't allow you go to bed without bringing that sweetest gentlest smooch to your lips
he goes to bed quite early which is understandable for a gentleman coded guy like him. If you are not sleepy and plan to play in your phone he won't have objections to it however. He will pull his blanket up his body and let you enjoy your stuff while he is attempting to sleepÂ
He is a tea drinker, so herbal tea before sleep is must have for him. One of his personal favourites is - camomile tea
Dottore
he is actually the sweetest when it comes to before sleep procedures. He loves doing domestic stuff with you a whole lot
night time is probably the only way for you to see his face coz he removes his mask. Heâs afraid he might hurt you since you sleep wrapping your body around him while he buries his face into your neck from behind
he is very sensitive to your emotions so if you seem upset for the evening he will make jokes (even if unfunny or cringey) to ensure your mood is changed. He can't bare to see you frustrated and wants you to be as comfortable as possible, since you have already given him enough - like trust, patience and affectionÂ
brushing or playing with your hair is his addiction before sleep. He is not exactly the tidiest person around but he loves touching your hair and he even says that you inspired him to take more care of his own
lots of talk talk meaningless talk about his theories before sleep because he loves sharing his personal opinions and ideas with you. He trusts you this much
Dainsleif
cold on the outside, becomes softer the longer you know him, this man being a tsundere king isn't very touchy with you, however during sleep he subconsciously tries to reach your hand, to feel your warmth
you love listening to his stories about his adventures and travels, his experience is sure long and enticing enough for you
is also a tea drinker before sleep. Just imagine pyjamas wearing Dainsleif in slippers as he waits for his tea to be ready
you love ruffling his blonde hair as the both of you lie down. Though he groans in dissatisfaction, subconsciously he loves it too but never admits it
this man loves sleeping only in his boxers so you are for sure going to feel the warmth of his body and smell his natural scent as he is pressed close to the sleepy you
Baizhu
he makes sure he folded every one of his working papers and sorted all medicine bags as he gets into the sheets with you
he is prone to feeling chronically cold, so he will pull you close to get some of your warmth for himself (thatâs a bit yandere of him donât you think)
Baizhu is very tidy and neat so one of your favourite things is touching his silky hair and his clean fingers as the both of you slowly drift away to sleep
he shares one trait with Pantalone - staring at his beloved oneâs face until he completely falls asleep limp. He is addicted to you and your face as if your whole presence is some sort of a drug
anxious of discovering an empty bed. he holds you so close as if a single thought of you slipping off his fingers terrifies him. Will be really irritated if you two do not wake up simultaneouslyÂ
#pantalone is so princess#wriothesley x you#wriothesley x reader#neuvillette x you#neuvillette x reader#tartaglia x you#tartaglia x reader#pantalone x you#pantalone x reader#capitano x you#capitano x reader#dottore x you#dottore x reader#dainsleif x you#dainsleif x reader#baizhu x reader#baizhu x you#alhaitham x you#alhaitham x reader
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đĽnot so gen. mouthwashing relations headcanons.đĽË
Written By: DeathByDay
TW - death, SA.
Includes: Captain Curly, Daisuke, and Anya
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Captain Curly
⢠This man is 100% a sucker for romance
⢠Iâve seen some people say that they think that heâs one to be into PDA, but honestly I just donât see it
⢠Maybe a few pecks on the cheek or light hand holding, but nothing more
⢠He just doesnât seem that type of guy to me
⢠But in private? Thatâs a whole different story
⢠Heâs all on you whenever you want him to be or not, especially in the mornings
⢠I feel like heâd love to hug you from behind while you sleep, his nose pressed against the back of your neck while his arms are wrapped around right underneath your chest
⢠Would 100% wake up first like câmon heâs literally a captain, he needs to (much to your dismay)
⢠But while youâre still asleep heâd plant small kisses on the back of your neck to try to wake you
⢠If that doesnât work, then heâd leave the room before coming back soon enough with a cup of your favorite morning drink. Coffee, tea, milk, water, you name it
⢠If you came to him during a bad day, rest assured heâs gonna take care of you
⢠Heâs running a bath with the exact temperature you wanted, laying out pajamas for you, along with towels. Probably would put bath salt in there too (if you arenât allergic and like the feeling of it)
⢠Acts of service and words of affirmation are his love languages, prove me wrong. YOU CANT
⢠You donât understand how bad he would feel after the crash
⢠Like he canât be there for you and you need to be the one taking care of him. He just feels pathetic
⢠You sometimes make Jimmy let you give him the painkillers. You wouldnât be as harsh as him, of course. Just gently slide it on his tongue and help him swallow, not shoving or pushing it down
⢠Anyways back to pre-crash Curly
⢠I think he would adore it if you ever planted kisses on his cheek, neck, or forehead (or honestly anywhere else)
⢠If youâre shorter than him, youâd have to grab his jawline and bring him down to your level to properly kiss. Trust me when I say he would never recover from it
⢠Loves kissing your neck, especially before you two begin the day together
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⢠Yâall cannot tell me this guy isnât the most gentlest man in bed
⢠Always asking if youâre comfortable, moving at a reasonable pace until youâre ready, praising you for taking him so well, etc
⢠He 100% presses down on your stomach to feel how deep he is inside of you
⢠Gives you neck kisses while he praises you
⢠#need that
⢠I think heâd end up being more serious than silly
⢠Although he would occasionally chuckle at your whimpers and moans, I donât feel like heâd actually crack a few jokes
Daisuke
⢠Ten thousand percent blushes at the slightest contact. Even from your hand accidentally rubbing against his he becomes a flustered mess
⢠Adores PDA, he doesnât care
⢠But of course if you donât, thatâs fine
⢠Just hold his pinky finger and give him a kiss on the cheek from time to time and heâs good to go
⢠100% does puppy eyes whenever he wants a kiss
⢠You guys could just be laying on the lounge areaâs couch and he would give you those eyes. Obviously you gave him what he wanted because who wouldnât
⢠When you cuddle, I donât really see him having a favorite position. He could be the big spoon or the little spoon, heâs happy with both
⢠When heâs the little spoon, heâd have his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. His head would be smushed into your chest, snuggling close
⢠When heâs the big spoon, heâd almost always have an arm wrapped around your shoulders while being in a starfish position
⢠Not to mention the snoring. He snores so loud you canât prove me otherwise. He would sleep with his mouth open, which makes it even worse
⢠At first, it was tricky getting used to his snoring. But after a month or two of sleeping together, you couldnât sleep without it
⢠Definitely not the one to wake up first. Most of the time, you have to drag him out of the bed to get him up and get ready for the day, leading to him whining and groaning
⢠Physical touch has this man in a chokehold
⢠Whenever the two of you actually have to work, heâd be so sad to leave you alone
⢠But after you two finally met up after, he would blabber about what he did, who he talked to, etc. and you would listen to every detail
⢠100% the one to say âgyattâ whenever you pass by him. Even if you have a flat ass he still says it
⢠If you ended up dying before him, this guy would actually become depressed
⢠We all know he started getting drunk due to the mouthwash, but that is nowhere near how much he drank when you passed away
⢠If he ended up dying before you, he would promise you a thousand times while heâs bleeding out that heâd wait for you
⢠But back to fluff
⢠Whenever you have a bad day, this guy is definitely not leaving you alone
⢠Heâd cuddle you until you literally explode
⢠If you were to ever kiss him anywhere on his face, heâd be a blushing mess no matter how light it is
⢠He genuinely doesnât know what heâs doing and just wings it with you, knowing youâd love him no matter what
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⢠Heâs definitely a whiner
⢠Youâd have to shut him up by either making out or keeping a hand on his mouth to muffle him
⢠Soft sex soft sex soft sex
⢠Thereâs no way he can take it seriously when you two are in bed. Of course he would try if you were into that, but heâd end up giggling at the end of each sentence
⢠100% has a praise kink
⢠Please tell this man how good heâs doing at keeping you satisfied. Heâd be way too embarrassed to do anything more with you if you donât
Anya
⢠My poor baby
⢠She isnât the best at expressing her love for you, but itâs obvious she loves you so much
⢠Not very big on PDA, but you do sometimes get a hug or a light peck on the cheek whenever you walk into a room sheâs already in
⢠Will rant to you about how dumb it is that Daisuke won the game in Sorry!. She could honestly go on for hours on end
⢠You have to calm her down and tell her that itâll be okay. Never tell her âitâs just a gameâ because then sheâll get even more upset
⢠When she found out she was pregnant, she felt terrible. Not just for herself but for you
⢠What would you think? Assume sheâs cheating on you with her assaulter?
⢠You two were in bed when she finally broke the news to you about Jimmy and the baby. And oh my god you actually almost fought that man
⢠She had to hold you back from getting up from your spot. After that night, you shot daggers at that man every time you passed him. You didnât speak to him once, no matter the situation
⢠You held her in your arms that night, whispering praises into her ear before she finally fell asleep
⢠Speaking of sleep, she adores being the little spoon while cuddling with you
⢠Her face smushed into your chest? Your arms wrapped around her, fingers twisting around her hair? It sounded like heaven
⢠I feel like Anya would be the one to wake up first
⢠She wonât leave you alone until you did, so it doesnât take long for you both to be up and ready
⢠She would mutter petnames against your neck, pleading with you to wake up from your slumber
⢠100% makes your favorite drink in the morning and makes it perfect every. single. time
⢠If you canât cook, sheâll teach you
⢠Sheâs a wonderful teacher and chef. She explains everything to you correctly and soon you actually catch on
⢠You bake cookies by yourself (under her supervision) and if you burn them, she still praises you like you did everything right
⢠Whenever you get hurt, even if itâs just a scratch thatâs barely bleeding, she cares for you as if youâve broken a bone
⢠Both of you are each otherâs protectors. She watches out for you, and you watch out for her
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⢠She wouldnât be very talkative, but she would occasionally speak if you ever asked
⢠Ex: âUse your words, baby.â âY/N-.. Please..â
⢠I feel like sheâd shed a few tears whenever she becomes overstimulated, or if itâs your first time together
⢠Let her go as slow as she wants. Sheâll eventually become comfortable enough with you, but itâll take a few attempts
⢠Iâm literally begging you, donât slam your fingers, dildo/strap, or dick into her. She wonât talk to you for ages
⢠Donât do anything harsh while having intercourse. I feel like sheâd rather you be soft with her
⢠Sheâd be a mix of silly and serious. Drop a few occasional jokes to get her to laugh. But only do that when you two are actually moving at a good pace
⢠At first, I think she would be serious. If not nervous. But when you guys are finally adjusting to each other, itâs always nice to see her giggle
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authors note
I sincerely apologize if anyone was hoping for swansea.. I just couldnât think of anything for him. Still wanna kiss that grumpy old man though!!
but nonetheless, I hope you all liked this<3
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#indie games#mouthwashing x reader#horror games#video games#x reader#writers on tumblr#captain curly x reader#anya x reader mouthwashing#daisuke x reader mouthwashing#captain curly mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing
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This was an ask I got a while back, but either I can't find it or accidentally deleted it. But to the anon who asked for a scenario like this, here you go! :D
TW: Amnesia, parental/platonic yandere, forced infantilization, drugging, implied kidnapping, manipulation

"Help! Please help!" you cry, running as fast as you can throughout the dense forest. Branches and sharp brambles scrape your cheeks and catch onto your clothes.
You stop for a brief moment to pick the twigs out of your disheveled hair. The small cuts sting horribly but it doesn't deter you from pushing onwards.
Sweat beads down your forehead and you wipe at it furiously. Your chest is heaving, desperately trying to take in more oxygen.
"(Y/n)! Stop!" His booming voice echoes throughout the forest.
He's getting closer to you. You have to keep running, keep moving, keepâ
Something hits you, something cold and metal. You barely have enough consciousness to realize it was a car, on the dirt road path. Your vision swims, and your head feels ready to burst.
Your ears ring incessantly. All you can hear is that horrible noise, but it doesn't completely drown out him calling for you.
And suddenly there are strong arms around you. "Oh! My baby! What have you done?!" Someone picks you up. They yell to someone else, but their voice is fading out.
Your vision fades to nothing.
...
When you wake up, there's the sound of something beeping. It's a comforting constant rhythm, steady and predictable. You think you know what it is, but your head feels all muddled and foggy.
Something cool and soft presses against your forehead, and you lean into the soothing touch.
"That's right, honey. Nice and easy," a voice speaks above you. Its light, with a subtle hint of an accent you can't recognize. A thumb gently rubs at your temple, massaging it with care and ease. "That must've been a pretty bad fall you took. Don't worry, I've got you."
You open your eyes. Hovering above you, is a man with long messy brown hair, light brown eyes, and a slight stubble of facial hair. He looks to be in his early to mid forties or so.
There's something familiar about him. You should know who this person is... but your brain cannot come up with a name.
"There they are!" the man coos. The corner of his eyes crinkle. He has crow's feet around them. You think those mean someone smiles often. You stare blankly back at him, mind still groggy from what happened earlier. He hums a melody, and gently brushes his fingertips along your arm.
"What..."
"Hush now, don't talk just yet," he murmurs. His other hand is behind your head, propping you up in its palm. "Had quite a nasty fall there. Scared me half to death!"
"Where am I?" You blink, still slightly disoriented.
"Shhh..." He kisses your bandaged forehead. "You're here in the hospital, sweetie. Just got done doing x-rays on your head." The room around you is stark white. There are various machines around you and one is beeping at a constant rhythm. It smells of chemicals and medicine. "I know you hate being scolded, but (Y/n), you know better than to play in the forest so late at night..." He scrubs a hand over his face tiredly.
You squint at him, trying to jog your memory as to who this guy even is. Is he perhaps someone important? Someone you're supposed to know?
As hard as you try, no answers come to mind. And now that you're thinking about it, you really can't remember much at all besides your name and general sense of self.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" you awkwardly ask.
The man freezes. His eyebrows raise up in surprise before furrowing with concern. "Whâ(Y/n), sweetie," he looks at you. "Can you tell me who I am?" You shake your head. He stares at you for a moment, like frozen. Only when you awkwardly look down, does he do too. "The doctors mentioned possible memory loss, but..." He looks so torn; eyebrows twisted up sadly. You almost want to reach out and hug him.
The only thing that stops you is the IV, and the fact you don't know him, despite what he says.
"What's the last thing you remember, baby?" he asks again.
You wrack your brain. "I don't know. I know my name... and that's about it."
A flash of pain shoots through his gaze, though he seems to keep himself collected. "Okay. So, sweetie... I'm your dad." He reaches out to clasp your hands. "My name is Hugo Harrison. You're (Y/n) Harrison."
"You... don't look very much like me..." You realize that might be a rude thing to say. "Sorry, I didn't mean that in a mean way."
Hugo chuckles. "It's okay, there's not a mean bone in your body, kiddo." He pauses, like contemplating his next words extra carefully. "I'm your adoptive dad. Now, we could go into a lot more detail, but let's not strain that noggin of yours for today, hm?" He tenderly touches your wrapped forehead. You must have injured it severely, which explains the splitting headache and memory loss.
"Oh, that makes sense," you murmur. You take in his appearance more. He has a tattoo peaking from below his collar shirt, and looks a bit rugged, with muscular arms that have a few scars. He even has an eyebrow piercing on his left.
Despite that, he seems so... sweet.
"Do you have any photos of us?" you ask. Part of it is genuine curiosity, but mostly just because you don't know what else to say.
His eyes soften, and he pulls out his phone to immediately show you his lock screen.
Sure enough, there the two of you are, smiling at the camera. It doesn't look like it was too long ago. You're both indoors, wearing some kind of brown and periwinkle uniforms.
Noticing your confused expression, he explains, "I own a cafe, sometimes you help out. That's where this photo is from. One of my favorites."
He scrolls through his camera roll and shows another picture of the both of you. In this one, you're sleeping on his lap, his hand covering the side of your face in an apparent attempt to block you from seeing the flash.
You nod mutely, trying to soak it all in. All you know of this man is from these two images.
So far, there's nothing overtly suspicious. Nothing that triggers alarm bells or raises red flags. At this point, you have no reason not to believe him.
So why do you feel so unsettled?
"How are you feeling, by the way?"
"Not good," you mumble, bringing a hand up to your head, cringing from the pain.
He presses a kiss to your hair, holding it for several seconds before pulling away. "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice wavers with emotion. "I'll talk to the doctors again. For now, you rest up, okay?"
With such a splitting headache and sore body, you have no trouble obeying his commands. Your eyes flutter shut, and the last thing you hear is a sigh coming from him, as well as something about wanting to take you home.
...
"Easy," Hugo soothes, letting you lean on him heavily as he walks you to his house. Everything hurts from your body to your head. The medication from earlier wore off halfway to his home.
Speaking of his house, it looks pretty much like a standard home, if not kind of cute, almost reminiscent of a cottage. It's beige with dark brown trimmings. Ivy climbs around the windows.
Flower beds line along the pathway to the front door and a vegetable garden sits near the shed in the back. There's wind chimes hanging near the entrance.
"I wish I could remember any of this," you mutter as he situates you on the couch. "Sorry."
"No, no," he reassures, rubbing your upper arm. "Don't apologize, okay? It's not your fault that this happened."
"What was I doing out in the forest, anyway? You mentioned something about that... is that something I typically do?" you ask.
Hugo looks confused for a moment, then nods. "Ah. Well, it was something you'd usually do, but hopefully that will be the last time. Sometimes you get... impulsive. You do things that are reckless. That's why I'm so protective of you. This isn't the first time you got injured like that." He shakes his head and laughs. "Stubborn kid you are..."
"I see." What else can you say, really? You wish your brain would hurry up and recall something. Right now it just feels blank. All you have to go off of is Hugo. "I know I can't remember, but I'm still sorry. For what I did. Or, uh, do."
His gaze softens even more, looking like the definition of fond. "Like I said, sweetie, you don't need to worry about a thing. It's all in the past now. What matters is that you're here now, safe with me. How about I take you up to your room? You can get a nap in while I make dinner. Sound nice?" He brushes his thumb over your temple.
You wordlessly lean against him. He chuckles and helps you back up, mindful of your injuries, and leads you upstairs.
Again, it looks like a completely normal household. Nothing stands out to you besides perhaps the large number of photographs littering the walls.
Your bedroom has pastel blue wallpaper with stars decorating the top half of the wall.
There's a bunch of stuffed animals lining the bed, as well as pillows with galaxy themed pillows. The carpet is plush and your feet sink slightly in them.
"This was... mine?"
"Yes!" He seems less happy about it when he sees your expression. "Do you not like it? You decorated it yourself..."
"Isn't it kind of, uh, childish? Nothing wrong with that, of course, just doesn't seem like something someone older would want," you lamely explain.
Hugo takes another moment to mull over his words. "Well... you've always been a bit childish for your age, sweetie. I think it's adorable, and you seemed content with this room before... but if you really want to change it up, I don't mind at all." His strained smile tells you that he does, in fact, mind it.
"That's okay. I think I do like it, now that I've seen it longer," you reassure him. Part of it might be because you feel bad. You hobble over to the bed with his assistance, and watch him choose a cutesy beige pajama set. The sleeves are longer than your arms and the pants are covered in sheep patterns. "Do I normally wear that to bed?"
"More like just your typical lounge wear," he answers. "Do you need help, or can I leave you to it?"
"Um, you can leave me to it." You watch him open the door to leave. "Oh, by the way... what do I call you? By your name? Dad? Papa?"
A large smile stretches across his lips. "You call me 'Papa', but really anything works with me. Just want you to feel comfortable, bud. Oh, and dinner'll be ready soon. Tomato, chicken noodle, or cream of mushroom?"
You look down at your lap, where your pajamas lay. "What ever I liked most, I guess."
He hums in affirmation. "Sounds good."
Before long, you've changed and situate yourself on your bed, the stuffed toys huddled around you like a cocoon. Though everything seems fine and cozy, it all feels too new, too strange, for it to feel exactly right. It's supposed to be yours, you know this. And yet, it feels so... foreign.
This should make sense. Logically, it does. But your intuition keeps whispering doubts, despite Hugo giving you nothing but warmth.
...
Two weeks pass, and go by pretty uneventfully. He cares for you like you are a toddler, but he assures you this is how he used to act around you.
Still, your memory seems stubborn in recovering, and each night you pray for the morning to finally reveal a clue as to your past.
So far, nothing has shown up.
And being confined within the house doesn't help, either. Hugo refuses to let you go outside unsupervised, claiming how he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if you wound up in danger again.
And really, who are you to refuse him? You don't have any memories, any other friends (he's told you they've moved away years ago), and you have no money to sustain yourself. He's all you have.
"Where are you going?" you ask one morning, to see him slinging on a jacket. His hair is also tied up, which you've gathered he only does when he's going out somewhere.
"The cafe," he replies, though you can tell something is off by the way he smiles. "There's leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry, okay? Stay inside, and I mean it."
"Can't I go with?" you suggest. Maybe seeing the place could bring back some recollections. Plus, sitting alone all day isn't fun at all, especially when there's nothing to distract you with besides watching TV or reading. Neither of those interests you that much, not to mention a majority of the books and shows catered to people less than half your age.
"Not with those injuries," he chuckles, but there's some firmness in his tone.
"I feel fine! My ankle isn't sprained anymore, and my ribs hardly bother me," you counter. Your face isn't bandaged anymore, either. Instead, only faint scars remain.
"Honey, the answer is no."
"I just want to leave the house!" you blurt. His eyebrows raise up at your outburst. "It's boring staying cooped up all day! I don't want to watch cartoons again or read a comic book or play with action figures."
He purses his lips. "But you love doing those things..."
"Yeah, sure. I don't doubt that I like those activities. But maybe sometimes I'd like to do something more, I dunno, mature." It's not that you hate the stuff Hugo's given you, but you aren't mentally ten years old or whatever age he's assuming you are. So reading picture books and playing with kiddie games get dull real fast. "Please? I don't have to do any physical labor, just wanna get outside the house..."
"(Y/n)..."
Maybe it's a tad bit manipulative, but you've found it works pretty well on him. "I just wanna spend time with my papa... if I can't remember old memories, I was hoping we'd have more time to bond..."
Hugo looks torn for a split second, before giving you a gentle grin, reaching out to pinch your cheeks. "Allllriiight," he drawls. "Wear something warm. It's chilly out."
"Why not my uniform?"
"Because I don't want you working, silly."
The drive there is an hour long, and has you wondering how on earth he makes these long treks there and back five times a week.
By the end, you're yawning and leaning against the window. He laughs, shaking you awake, helping you walk inside the cafe.
In the break room, he situates you on the couch. "I'll get you something to snack on soon. Banana bread, blueberry muffin, brownie, or chocolate chip cookie?"
You weakly smile. "What ever was my favorite?"
He snorts. "Gotcha. I'll be back soon. Don't leave this room, 'kay?" He doesn't wait for a response, quickly busying off towards the counter, throwing his apron back on.
When he's out of view, you try to relax, but as time passes on, you get bored with the things he's given you.
A coloring book, a children's storybook, and crayons litter around you. Sure, they're fun for a little while, but then you're back to square one.
You briefly contemplate if this is the reason why you kept running off to the forest often.
If he's been anything like this normally, you can imagine why you've been searching for more fun things to do.
You peak your head from the break room, to see him tending to another customer, making conversation.
"Oh, (Y/n), that you?"
You look to see one of the customers. He's a person about your age, smiling at you like you guys are friends. When you return the look awkwardly, it morphs into confusion.
"Hey, you alright?" he asks, walking closer to you. "Don't tell me you're working. Hugo told me you had a nasty fall, dude."
"Oh, I'm just here while he works," you shrug. "My memory is a bit weird, still. Who are you...?"
He blinks. "Oh. I'm Weston. We're friends. You must have it pretty bad if you can't remember me."
This is all so confusing. Hugo told you that you didn't have any friends... "Oh. Well, I'm just in the break room while Papa works." You cringe at your own wording. Still feels a bit weird, despite having grown more accustomed to calling him that now. "After he's done, we're probably just gonna go home."
Weston frowns. "Your dad? Are you talking about Hugo?" When you nod, he gives a dry laugh. "(Y/n), he's notâ"
"What are you doing?" The deep voice startles you both. You turn around to see Hugo staring between the two of you, jaw tensing with some suppressed emotion. He forces a smile at Weston. "Hey, Weston, sorry, they're going through a lot as you can tell. Still in a state of constant confusion. Sorry. Did you want your usual? Croissant and cappuccino?"
He takes a small step back, but is still clearly defensive, like he's waiting for something to happen. "Yeah, no worries, Mr. Harrison. I know they hit their head hard."
Hugo nods. "I'll get started on that in a sec." He drags you back to the break room, almost slamming the door shut behind him. "Kiddo. What did I tell you?"
"I didn't technically leave... I just poked my head to see if you were busy, and that guy... Weston, I think, recognized me..." You realize his breathing sounds labored. "He said he's my friend."
"That kid?" he says incredulously, laughing. It doesn't sound humorous. It's dry and cold. "No, no, no. Sweetheart, I know everyone in this town and he most definitely isn't friends with you. (Y/n), look, you really can't trust your judgment right now." He grips your shoulders. "You gotta understand that you're hurt. Your head's not working correctly. Okay?"
You wish you could let it go, but something else he said makes you anxious. "He sounded like he was about to say you aren't my dad..."
"He's misinformed. Don't let him fill your head with lies. Now, I gotta get back to work."
"Butâ"
"For the love of God, just shut up, will you?" he snaps. "I barely let you come along! I should've followed my instincts, why do you have to make everything so damn difficult?"
The glint in his eyes scares you. It reminds you of something terrible, even if you can't remember. You flinch so hard you fall off the couch.
As soon as Hugo's anger came, it dissipated when he saw you trembling, backing up. You shield yourself away with your arms, expecting him to explode.
Even though you have no memory in your head, it's like your body remembers, judging by the way you recoil away from him. It's all instinctual. Even when his expression turns from angry to worried, to guilty.
"Oh no..." He kneels beside you. "Oh, I am so sorry, baby. I don't know what came over me. Here, take my hand," he offers. You reluctantly take his calloused, scarred hand. "Shh... I know, Papa can be scary, huh? I shouldn't have yelled like that. It's just that you made me so mad, scaring me like that... he's a bad person. This town is filled with them. That's why I'm so protective of you."
He's always making up excuses.
"I just wanna be left alone," you rasp. "Please."
"Okay. That's fair. If that's what you want." You expect him to fight it, but instead he gets up slowly and leaves after mumbling one final apology. After the door closes, you exhale, burying your face into your hands.
Something about what happened triggers a flashback.
"You just never know when to stop, do you? How many times have I asked you not to hang out with them?"
"Hugo, come on, you can't dictate who I hang out with. I can handle myself just fine. Now please, let me just do my job. People are staring."
"Keep up with this attitude, (Y/n), and we'll have problems."
"If you're going to fire me, might as well do so. I'm close to quitting myself."
You don't remember anything after that.
But whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
The ride home is relatively silent. Not that it's much different from his normal quietness, but it's a different kind of quiet. Deafening. Tense.
All because he lost his cool earlier. Your shoulders hunch as you try to avoid eye contact.
Finally, Hugo speaks. "Still upset?"
"Why do you care?" you mumble.
His fingers tense against the steering wheel, before relaxing. "Of course I care. I care about you more than anyone else." His eyebrows furrow with concern. "Just because I got a bit snappy back there doesn't mean I love you any less. If you weren't so reckless... but even then, I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that." He sighs deeply. "I'm sorry."
Something tells you if you don't forgive him now, he'll give you hell about it later. "It's okay."
That seems to quell his stress immensely, and he breathes out shakily, like a huge weight was taken off him. "Thank you," he murmurs. "We'll do something special tonight, okay? Movie night, maybe a pillow fort?"
"Sure." You're too tired to argue.
...
The next day, he leaves to get groceries, taking another day off work. You take that as an opportunity to snoop around, for the two hours or so he'll be gone.
Maybe something is fishy about Hugo; the way he keeps trying to keep you restrained from leaving the house is suspicious enough. And the lack of communication to the outside world, even before the fall.
No computer, internet access, cell phone... maybe your memories won't have to return for you to discover some clues.
Searching his bedroom provides nothing useful, so you continue towards his desk area.
Opening drawers, there's lots of random papers inside, which you flip through and scan through as carefully as you can.
That's when you realize one of the letters is a letter of resignation... from you, addressed to Hugo. The date isn't too long ago; in fact, it's the day before you remember having the accident.
You read through it, each sentence causing you more and more distress, until the paper is trembling in your grip.
Hugo,
I appreciate everything you've done for me since I first started working with you, but unfortunately our differences are causing more trouble than it's worth.
The incident last week truly opened my eyes. I didn't realize how toxic and controlling you were. You have isolated me from society, refused to allow me freedom, and tried to control who I hang out with and what I do.
You're my boss, but you insist on acting like my father, despite how many times I've told you that is crossing a boundary of mine.
Therefore, I regretfully inform you I will no longer work with you. This will be my two weeks notice. I'm sorry.
(Y/n)
The paper flutters to the ground. You're sweating. Isolating, controlling, manipulative behavior... it fits to a T of what Hugo's been displaying to you since the accident. Except it started long before that.
You glance around the hallway, suddenly feeling like you're in enemy territory rather than your home. But can you even call it that anymore?
All's you know, is you need to get out of here.
Running back downstairs, you begin planning what supplies to bring with you, but movement from outside catches your attention.
Rushing to the window, you see a familiar figure walking up the driveway. Your blood runs cold.
It's Hugo, carrying bags from the grocery store.
You must've lost track of time. You stumble to your room and pretend to be asleep.
Listening carefully to the noises coming from downstairs, he brings in the bags and rustling follows.
Now that you know the truth, every tiny noise causes anxiety. Why is he doing all this? Was this really all an elaborate lie, this entire situation?
And the most chilling part... was he responsible for your accident? Has it ever been an accident in the first place? As these thoughts race in your mind, your ears strain to listen to what he's doing below you.
Footsteps approach the staircase. Your heartbeat quickens and you burrow further underneath the covers. They ascend slowly.
Eventually they're right in front of your bedroom. Then, it sounds like they turn and head towards his room instead. You have to stifle a relieved sigh when he doesn't enter your room.
The relief doesn't last long.
Did you put everything away where you found it? Did you shut the drawers properly, did you cover up your tracks?
A few minutes go by, until there's a knock on the door. "Sweetheart, I'm getting started on dinner. How does mac 'n cheese sound?"
"Sure," you say, so quiet he almost doesn't hear you.
You wait until you hear his footsteps descend, then sneak into his room to make sure you put everything up.
To your relief, it looks like it, so you shuffle back downstairs, trying to put on the best neutral expression you can manage.
The last thing you'd want him to suspect is that you're onto his twisted game.
"There they are! Come sit at the table. Almost ready." He ruffles your hair gently when you take a seat. It takes everything in you not to squirm away from his touch. To keep pretending that you're blissfully oblivious. "How long were you napping for?"
"Not too long." The less you talk, the better.
"That's good." Hugo serves you a bowl full of macaroni and adds a glass of juice next to it, sitting across from you. Something about his demeanor seems different. You're sure that's just the anxiety talking. "Is something wrong, buddy? You're quieter than normal," he notes.
"Just... still kinda tired." You pick at the macaroni, hoping he doesn't press on about this.
"Awww... well, eat up, okay?"
Despite the lack of appetite, you force down the food. Every bite tastes like mush.
But if you don't finish it, you have the sinking feeling he'll know something's up. So, you force everything down, as well as the juice, which washes it down easier.
Within moments, a sudden wave of dizziness washes over you. "H...Hugo..."
Hugo gives a lopsided smile, somewhat apologetic. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I didn't want to do that, but found you messed with some of my stuff. My fault, I've been putting off getting locks for it. I swear, I'd lose my head if it weren't screwed on!" He laughs. It borders on hysterical. "All I want is to be your dad... for you to let me care for you." He reaches out, brushing hair from your sweaty forehead. "But no need to worry. I doubt you'll remember any of today, anyway."
"No..." You try to stand, but end up collapsing forward. In the haze, you register being pulled upwards.
"You just can't help but be stubborn," he chastises. "Guess you got it from your old man."
"You aren't..." Your tongue begins to feel heavy, just like the rest of your body. "Not my..."
"Sleep, baby. Sleep. When you wake up, this will all just be a silly nightmare. Papa's got you. He'll always have you."
And despite your desperate attempts to stay awake, sleep eventually claims you, as black engulfs your vision.
The last thing you sense is your head being tucked underneath his chin, and hearing him hum the same melody he hummed in the hospital.
#parental yandere#platonic yandere#familial yandere#yandere#hugo oc#yandad#tw kidnapping#tw manipulation#forced infantilization#forced agere
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kitten fever

pairing: cat hybrid husband! sannie x fem! reader
genre: hybrid au, smut
summary: after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.
w.c: 2.6k
warnings: needy pussydrunk maniac! san, service sub! reader, theyâre giving switch energy as well <3, san gets lost in subspace, big cawk sannie, only pet names/praise (baby, mama/mommy (only a few times trust), sweetheart, princess), san likes to be called kitty, san humps readerâs pillow out of desperation, kissing, wet and messy, possessiveness, grinding, nipple play (f/m receiving), lactation kink (muahahahaha), face sitting that turns into a 69, oral (f/m receiving), good ol fashioned unprotected missionary, heavy breeding kink, bulge kink, knotting, creampie, just so, so much cumâŚâŚ
a/n: i did a poll a lil while back to ask what vibe everyone wanted for sannieâs bday fic and soft, sweet love making with husband sannie won by a landslide ~~ but ofc i had to add my lil spin to it and made him a hybrid husband in heat hehe <33 i wrote this all in one go just rn bc iâm a â¨chronic procrastinator⨠so i had less time to perfect it but i hope itâs just as enjoyable as my other fics đĽšđŤśđź that being said, enjoy lovelies~
song rec: same dream, same mind, same night by svt (this is a love making song and you cannot convince me otherwise đââď¸) - sex on fire by kings of leon - terrible love by boston manor (âtell me iâm everything you want~ tell me you need me~ give it everything youâve got, so give it all~â <33)
âHush, little baby, donât you cry, mamaâs gonna sing you a lullaby,â you cooed gently in a sing-song voice to the sweet angel laying still inside her crib, continuing your soft serenade until her eyes closed, surrendering to another night of much needed rest after a long day of adventure and learning, her tiny fingers slowly releasing the grip they had on one of yours, her tiny fluffy tail uncurling from your wrist. When you saw that your babygirl had fallen asleep, you gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, before exiting the bedroom and heading to your own.
It had taken a fair amount of time to get your baby to go to sleep, making you wonder if your husband had fallen asleep himself while he was waiting for you to come back. He mustâve been tired, especially after how worked up he was during the day, zooming around the house to get chores done despite there not being a rush, not even giving you the opportunity to make dinner either when he put his signature âkiss the catâ apron on, and somehow still having the energy to run a few miles on his treadmill afterwards, claiming he still had the zoomies.
As soon as you cracked open the door, you could hear whimpering and soft, breathy panting coming from deeper inside the low lit room, a few candles burning away on your respective nightstands. Poor, sweet Sannie was probably having a nightmare of some sort. You would have to wake him.
âBaby, nnngh, need you, need you so bad, wanna be inside you, need to give you more kitties,â San voiced desperately to no one, hunched over and driving his heavy, leaking cock back and forth across the plush, pre-cum stained pillow that was kept on your side of the bed, his sweaty raven bangs sticking to his forehead, his tufted ears splayed out in opposite directions. He lowered his head further to take in your warm, flowery scent, letting out an instinctive growl and bucking his hips forward until he began to emit little breathy âah, ah, ahâsâ. He slowly dragged his throbbing cock along the feathered pillow, leaving thick, milky cum shots onto the previously pristine material. âCummingggg, filling you up so deep, mama, it wonât stopâŚ.â
Well, it seems like you wouldnât have to wake him. Your husband was already wide awake and seemingly trying to impregnate your pillow. You entered the room and closed the door behind you, causing San to look up at you with big boba eyes, his ears now on high alert, sheepishness overtaking his blushing features and a gentle, understanding one forming on yours. âOh, my sweet Sannie, is this why you were so active today? Are you in a rut?â
San tried to cover up the evidence he left all over your pillow, his long fluffy tail curling shyly around one of his bare legs, his stained briefs riding up a bit near his inner thighs. âI-i didnât wanna tell you because itâs hard for me to control myself when Iâm like thisâŚI can only think of one thingâŚâ
You took a few steps forward until you were standing at the foot of the bed, hovering over San, your hands already making their way to his overheated face to caress it. âAnd what is that, kitty?â
San just about melted into your touch, his hot breath fanning over your skin when he sighed, gazing up at you past his fluttering lashes. âBreeding my beautiful wifeâŚâ he whispered softly, turning his head to press a lingering kiss into the palm of your hand. âI want to make love to youâŚ.feel and taste every single inch of youâŚremind you why youâre mineâŚâ He whimpered, closing his eyes for a second, before they returned to you, his eyebrows upturned with desperation, his glistening lips parted ever so slightly. âIâm burning up just thinking about itâŚâ
You leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead, then his cheek, leaving one on his trembling lips afterwards. âThen, what are you waiting for, Sannie? Letâs play.â
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âBaby, your pretty kitty, mmmnn, feels so good,â San panted, breaking the heated, messy kiss you were sharing to moan from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself on his lap, his hardened cock pressing up directly into your slippery, hot cunt, a bit of drool escaping his lips, only for you to lap it up from his chin, before your tongue repeatedly swirled around his. âWanna knot youâŚâ
âNot yet, SannieâŚ.wanna have more fun with you firstâŚâ When San began to whimper and squirm around, you reached past his head to grab onto the headboard with both hands, pressing your forehead to his to keep him locked in on you. âYou wanna feel me all over, yeah?â You moved your hips in a more precise motion, the pronounced edge of his cockhead catching onto your clit each time your cunt dragged up and down his length, making the both of you let out a collective moan. You lifted up your body a bit so that your heavy tits were bouncing ever so slightly in his face, watching as your husband fell into a trance. âWanna taste me too, donât you, baby?â
âYes, mama, wanâ it all,â San nodded drunkenly, repeatedly licking at his lips and fangs, bringing his hands up to your tits to feel the weight of them, squeezing into them slightly, his tail quickly slamming against the side of the bed as though he were a dog. He knew they were filled with milk, and it drove him absolutely nuts.
How adorable. Your kitten was too predictable. You pressed your tits together, holding them near his pretty blushing face. âDoes kitty need milk?â
âYes, please!â San opened his mouth up just in time for you to press your chest into his face, his lips closing around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it until he began to taste the sweet essence of your milk. Deep purrs reverberated from his chest and throat, clearly content, letting go of one tit to focus on the other, pinching your nipple to watch as your milk spurted out of it and landed on his small pink tongue.
âNnngh, thatâs good, babyâŚâ Humming, you ran your fingers through your husbandâs soft hair as he gently coaxed more of the milkiness out of your tits one by one, eventually reaching down to rub your thumbs over his nipples, rolling them in circles until he began to let out muffled moans and whimpers. âSannieâs so sensitive, hm? Even more sensitive now that heâs in a rutâŚso desperate for Mommyâs kitty.â
San gulped your sweetness down, a few drops dribbling down his chest, before he gasped at the sensation of you pinching his sensitive buds. âY-yes, Sannie wants to be inside mama so badâŚ.â He nibbled on one of your puffy nipples, dragging his rough tongue over it just to hear you whine, looking up at you to take in your suddenly submissive gaze. âMy pretty girlâs sensitive too, I take it.â
âAlways, because of that tongue of yoursâŚâ you murmured, digging your nails into the headboard when he forcefully pushed your tits together and ran his tongue back and forth over your nipples, biting them with his fangs for good measure.
âS-sannieâŚ!â
When San felt a fresh wave of slick leak out onto his lap, his eyes started to narrow into slits, his instinctive urge to dominate you beginning to slip past the surface of his hazy mind. âSo wet for me, arenât you, sweetheart? Itâs all going to waste tooâŚ.Such a shameâŚâ
âWanna lick it up, kitty?â you asked sweetly, bringing your lips down to his, tasting the sweetness of your milk on his moving tongue.
âMm. Sit on my face, princess,â he commanded in a slightly deeper tone, waiting for you to climb off of him so that he could lower himself down onto the bed. Just as you faced away from him and lifted your leg up to go over him, San grabbed you by your soft hips and pulled you down onto his face, immediately getting to work.
San dipped his tongue between your slick lips and dragged it up, painfully slow at first, so that he could savor your warm taste, licking a long stripe toward and then over your clit. He repeated this action until all that could be heard in the room was his wet tongue coming in contact with your soaking cunt, along with the groans he was letting out with each lick. Opening his eyes to admire your pretty plush pussy, he pressed a kiss onto your bud, before sucking on it with varying degrees of intensity, reveling in the way his pretty wife moaned desperately for more. âThatâs it, huh, babygirl? Your pussyâs getting so messy, you must be getting close alreadyâŚ.â
âF-fuck, yes, Iâm closeâŚdonât stop, Sannie,â you sighed out, suddenly distracted by the sight of your husbandâs throbbing cock standing at full attention between his thighs. Licking at your lips, you carefully lowered yourself down until you could slurp and suck the pre-cum that pooled out of his reddened cockhead with ease, opening your mouth wide enough to take most of his cock down your throat inch by inch.
âOh my god, baby, I wonât last if you do thatâŚ.â San tossed his head back for a second, temporarily losing himself to the pleasure of having his cock buried inside the hot, wet heaven of your mouth and throat, moaning hoarsely all the while. Feeling more of your slick drip onto his heated skin, he remembered about his current mission. Once his tongue returned to your dripping slit, you started to rock your hips in time with Sanâs lips, your clit even bumping against your husbandâs nose, your thighs beginning to tremble.
You took Sanâs cock down your throat as deep as it would go, using your spilling saliva to jerk off the rest of his length that you couldnât reach with your mouth, hearing him begin to emit muffled whimpers and curses against your pulsing cunt, feeling his thighs tighten up underneath your touch.
You continued to move in sync, your hips now desperately rocking against Sanâs splayed out tongue, your moans playing a hypnotic rhythm. You always seemed to fall into this matching pattern of giving and receiving, losing yourselves in each otherâs love and pleasure. Just as you began to squirm around, Sanâs hands slipped from your thighs where they were previously squeezing to your waist, wrapping them tightly around your middle to keep you still as your release poured out onto his tongue.
âSannieeee, so good, so good, gonna cum,â you whined out once you pulled yourself off of his cock, your lips connected to the sticky tip with a few strands of milky saliva.
âMe too, baby, me too. Fuck, take it for me, okay? Be good and take it all,â San moaned against your convulsing cunt, lapping up the rest of your arousal, just as he began to shudder, forcefully tossing his head back into his pillow.
You caught the seemingly endless stream of cum on your tongue, some of it shooting into the back of your throat. You swallowed it all without hesitation, before climbing off of him and leaning down to press your lips onto his.
He eagerly kissed you back, gently lowering you down onto the mattress so that he could climb on top of you, the both of you desperately exchanging your warm arousal with one another, only breaking the dizzying kiss when neither of you could take a proper breath. âI love you, Y/NâŚâ he whispered near your cheek.
âI love you too, SanâŚâ
Gazing deeply into your half-lidded eyes, San gently lowered his body weight onto you, not having to ask to know what you both needed when he positioned himself near your entrance and slipped right in, the both of you moaning in unison.
âReady for my litter, baby? Iâm gonna fill you up over and over, okay? I wonât stop until you tell me toâŚâ Saliva pooled in Sanâs mouth as a low, deep purr rumbled inside his chest. Part human or not, your husbandâs cat-like traits still made themselves present when he was sheathed inside you like this, especially now that he was in a rut.
âYes, give it all to me, Sannie, I want your kitties,â you begged breathlessly, hardly able to think now that you were getting stretched out by your husbandâs thick length, your legs hooking around his small waist once he began to recklessly drill himself into you.
âIâll give it all to you, baby, have it all, have all of me.â Huffing and puffing, San pounded his cock into you, slipping out a few times due to how incredibly wet you were, taking the time to slap his cock down onto your abdomen, just to show the both of you how his length just about reached your ribs, watching you swallow hard, your hazy, tear filled eyes sparkling with anticipation.
âI can take it, Sannie. I can, I promise,â you reminded him gently, just as he slipped back inside you, pounding your pussy as if he had never stopped.
âYes, you can, youâre gonna take it all, because youâre mine, mine, mine,â San groaned out near your ear like a mantra, his heavy body flush against yours, your legs hanging off of his broad shoulders, slamming his cock into you like you were just a toy, your cunt taking it like you were made specifically for him, his tail wrapped tightly around one of your ankles, almost acting as an anchor to keep the both of you from slipping out of reality.
âYours, yours, yoursâŚâ you chanted back, your nails starting to dig and rake down his back, starting to fade away once your high rapidly took over. âSannieeee, give me your knot, pleaseâŚâ
Almost as if on command, Sanâs knot began to form inside your cunt, stretching you out to the max. He pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands into your abdomen, feeling just how thick and heavy his cock was inside of you. âThatâs my good girlâŚLook at youâŚ.my pretty little wife, taking all of my knot like this. Itâs gonna break and your wombâs gonna be flooded with my cum, you knowâŚYou wanna get knocked up again for me, baby?â
âMm-hmm!â
He nosed at your neck, taking in your pretty scent, whispering, âHelp me breed you, baby.â
âBreed me, kittyâŚ.Make me yours foreverâŚâ You clutched your hands into his waist and pulled his hips taut to yours, your cunt clenching around his cock just as San melted into you, whispering countless promises of love, mixed with involuntary curses into your ear, the dam finally breaking.
A short, broken cry tore out of your throat as you squirted onto Sanâs twitching cock, endless waves of hot cum pouring out past your cervix and filling your womb up with his potent seed, rendering you vulnerable to the very real possibility of impregnation by your dear hybrid husband. You wouldnât have it any other way.
Purring, San pulled you into his arms and began to lick at the tears that had stained your flushed cheeks, grooming you in his own special way. He nuzzled into you, his tail coiling protectively around one of your wrists, his lips ghosting along your jaw, one of his twitching ears tickling your own. âWeâll have to paint our baby girlâs room half blue if we end up having a boy.â
You giggled, nuzzling into your husbandâs loving touch. âBold of you to assume we wonât have another girl.â
San smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with love and adoration for you. âThatâs fine. Iâm a girl dad, after all.â
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impulse stress baking would be appreciated by either Matt or Frank, but reader is not safe if it's being done at late hours, in which they will be railed or fucked into exhaustion.
Matt has his S/O's scent and touch ingrained into his routine and mind, defecting is not an option he needs his cuddles (and yes he will be mean about it, teasing reader for wanting to work so hard on baking when they could work on making him feel good)
Frank just worries for their sleep schedule (which is accurate pls I can't sleep normally) but also can appreciate their baking yet will at first gently try to coax them back to bed, only to just rail them over the counter if they insist they can't sleep due to a sudden burst of energy.
But it all ends with their girl cuddled up in their arms fast asleep from exhaustion yet satisfied, and their baking can wait til the morning.
Oh my god please!! I loved every second of this one!! As someone who does have bouts of doing this (and had to be banned from the kitchen past a certain time when i was younger bc of itđđ) this one got me. Biiiiiiig time.. I mean omg sleep scheduling with Frank and Matt when god?! When!!!
Like you cannot tell me they wouldn't immediately be looking help you and if sex helps get you all fuzzy and tired?? Fellas are not going to complain.. Whatever their baby needs <3 Also fun fact you guys, i have an oldman logan draft i never finished surrounding a similar concept and hik eating reader out on the kitchen table..đ But without futher yappin!! Heres some thoughts! <3
Midnight munchies w Frank and Matt!
Warnings?; mentions of smut, doggy and riding, unprotected sex (its hot but in this economy??) fairrrrly fluffy although Matt is a lil mean in a sexy way.. Master list
I can see Frank standing against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest with a sleepy scowl tugging his lips. Large figure just watching the way to try (and fail) to potter around the kitchen quietly. On the counter sits a glass bowl, edges covered in flour and two large baking sheets. On one sits small balls of, what frank guesses is chocolate chip cookie dough- one of his favorites- while the other rests bare in preparation. Frank swipes a hand across his face, tired and slightly irritated as he sighs, padding closer. "What're you.. Christ sweetheart again?"
You grin cheekily at the sight of him, at the broad expanse of him shirtless, scared chest on full display as his sweats sit low on his hips. A slightly dough covered hand coming up in a wave. "'S okay, m' just making cookies frank!"
You're gleeful in tone, too gleeful for 3:30am Frank thinks. This little habit of yours growing out of control. Infact, it makes him worry a little. "Yeah? S' just cookies?" he asks, rounding the counter to tower behind you. "Then why cant they wait until tomorrow.."
"Cause i wanna do it now..." you hum, trying to grab at the scoop besides the bowl. Franks large hand stopping the move in your tracks. Your shoudlers drop just a fraction, almost in anticipation as you sigh. The sound a little frustrated despite your usual enjoyment of the task at hand. "Besides.. Got too much energy to sleep frankie"
"Too much energy, that right?" he grumbles with a nod, head dropping down against your shoudler, tilted just slightly until you can feel the puffs of his breath on your neck. "My girls feelin all restless again.. So why didn't ya wake me like i told you last time, stead of this?"
You sigh, still trying to persevere with the trapped scoop. "Looked too comfortable.. Besides, you need the rest Frankie.. "
"Oh im the one needing the rest, sure." He huffs, breath puffing against your skin in a way that makes it prickle. A smile twitching at your lips at the feeling, his free arm coming to wrap around your middle, pulling your frame against the warmth of him. "what'd you say we get rid of that energy hm, fussy girl?" that hand squeezes your waist at the same moment his lips kiss that spot just below your ear.
Frank feels you shiver, smirking almost knowing against your skin, your tells far to obvious to him by now. "Gonna let your frankie take care of it? Get that restlessness gone?"
Its no more than ten minutes before frank does infact get that restlessness gone. The cookie dough abandoned into the fridge and sweats pushed beneath his knees. Thick cock bullying into your gummy walls in controlled rocks of his hips that make you sob quietly.
Your fingers, clean of the dough thanks to franks mouth, grasping the counter tight as your legs tremble beneath your weight, hardly holding you up. Panties and sleepwear looped around one ankle as you shuffle slightly, making frank chuckle. "Gettin all shakey now, You close sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and cum on that cock f'me?" voice rough as his arm tugs you back against his chest; holding you up and not giving you an escape to the pleasure that blooms in your core.
Its not long before he's luring you into an orgasm, ached against his chest as his fingers draw figure eights to your poor clit. "Yeah, yeah there it is, you give it to me sweetheart" Bouncing you back against him until the heat of his own release paints your insides, your head drooping forward tiredly.
"There we go.. I know.. I know sweetheart" he rumbles, making quick work of tucking himself back into his sweats as he softens. Hands coming back to your hips to tug your underwear and sleep bottoms back up.
Fuzzy headed and pumped full as you let him spin you round, picking your frame up until your still shakey legs wrap weakly on his hips and hes carrying you down the hall. "lets get you back to bed, All tired out now huh?"
Its fair to say you sleep better than you have in a while after that, cookies abandoned until the afternoon after a morning spent content in Franks arms. Perhaps next time you'll take his advice and let him help..
And with our dear dear Matthew? Well, how dare you interrupt his cuddle time..
"Now Sweetpea.." Matt tuts, making you startle as you turn to him stood against the far counter, unable to hide the smirk that graces his lips at the kick up of your heartbeat. "What did we talk about?"
"Matty! You gasp, flour covered hand over your chest. "You scared me."
He makes no moves, arms still crossed. "Asked you a question baby.."
You sigh, head angled down slightly as you shuffle quietly on your feet, voice a little guilty. "You Uh.. Said i wasnt to.. To bake in the middle of the night.."
"Mhmm.. Thats right." Matt nods, stepping closer to trap you against the counter. Your back pressing into the cool marble."So you wanna let me know why I've woken up to your side of the bed cold.. House smellin of sugar and cinnamon?"
"Cause.. " you start defeated; thoroughly caught as two of his fingers tilt your jaw up. A smug expression on his face at the way you melt into the touch slightly. "Cause i was baking.. In the middle of the night.. Again."
He hums, other hand making its away up your arm. "I know.. And you know i cant sleep comfortably without you.. So what're we going to do about that hm?"
"goin to.. To let me finish up.. N ill come back to bed?.." you try a little mischievously and matt cant deny it amuses him. Defiant and cheeky, thats you alright.
Except, it doesnt amuse him enough. Doesnt make him huff out the usual laugh you love. Instead his stance remains stoic, unbreaking. Too tired and unwilling to let you play your game- this messy kitchen situation is breaking into his nightly cuddle time and Matthew Murdock does not play about that with you.
"Oh good try.. Real good try sweetpea.." he coos, leaning down to kiss your forehead with something much more tender than his tone of voice. Grip on your shoulder tightening just enough to allow him to push your frame around to the couch. "But No.. No were gonna get you tired out instead. Use up all that energy in a different way.. "
And much like Frank, Matt uses up that energy quickly.
Cinnamon and sugar still hanging in the air as it mixes with the scent of sex. The honey sweet of your arousal coating his lap, your thighs, slick and shiney. The sloppy sounds from your gooey cunt sending that extra spark of embarrassment down your spine.
"Mhm there you go, that's it sweetie." matt grins, hands on your waist as he helps bounce you down on him. Plush thighs bracketing his hips as you ride him desperately. "Fucking yourself on my cock like a good girl. Feels so good doesnt it?"
Your heartbeat pounds erratically in both matts ears and your own, sweat clinging to your skin from the enthusiasm. "Matt- matty please.."
"Please what sweetpea? What'd you want me to do?" he smirks, a low chuckle sounding out at the way you shiver in his hold. He can feel the tight clenches of your cunt, feel the ripple of your walls as they quiver around him. Your close, so fucking close, but your finally getting tired. Exhaustion slowing your pace considerably.
"Oh.. Oh i get it.." Matt murmers, dropping back against the couch cushions slightly. His hips jut out a little further, feet flat on the floor as he runs a hand up your spine until it rests against the back of your neck and pushes. Scruffing you just slightly, like a misbehaved animal. "My baby's gettin sleepy now huh? Needs me to do all the work.."
You dont have time to think, let alone respond before his cock punches deep and fast. Your squeals muffled against the juncture of his neck as you little but take it. Tears brewing in your eyes as they flutter and roll. "G-gon..gonna cum, oh fuck Matty!"
Matt just grins, hand pushing your head further into his skin as you squeak and squeal, body going lax in his grip as your orgasm crests. "Yeah. Yeah you do it. Just gotta cum alright? Cum on that cock like a big brave girl, then we'll getcha to bed.."
That night you hardly remember even ending up in bed, the last thing you recall being Matt pounding inside of you so quick it was dizzying. Wearing you out so perfectly that it keeps you held in his arms past the pestering blair of your usual alarm. Cinnamon gone from the air now as your half finished dough still sits on the counter abandoned. Your soft, past out snores drawing a smug smile back to Matts lips.
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You make me feel like a fool (Waiting for you)
Sylus x gn!Reader
Thank you @comatosebunny09 for encouraging me to keep writing this fic!! I'm really glad I was able to finish it. That being said, I have not proofread it at all so lmk if something is weird or messed up đ
Title from "Fool" by Frankie Cosmos
Warnings: fluff, light angst, kissing, sleepiness, literal sleeping together, established relationship, cuddling, injury, bruises, soft + kinda clingy Sylus
Word Count: 1,418
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Youâve been away on mission after mission for almost an entire month. You have had no time to look at your phone; any spare moment you can find goes toward sleeping or eating a protein bar. Messages go unread and unanswered.
When the day finally comes that you get to go home, you have to put what lingering remnants of your energy into remembering how to live in your apartment again. Youâre battered and bruised, worn to the bone, physically and mentally exhausted. Itâs all you can do to drag yourself all the way to your bed before you pass out, fully dressed and all.
You wake up to insistent knocking on your door. You have no idea what time it is. It could be extremely late, or absurdly early. Time is a concept for people who can process it, and you definitely cannot.
You stumble, wincing the whole way, to the door. The knocking is really starting to give you a headache. Youâd be shocked if it didnât wake anybody else up.
Youâve barely unlocked the door when itâs being shoved open, and suddenly a mouth is slanted firmly over yours.
Sleep vanishes for the moment to provide stark clarity to whatâs going on. The flurry of white hair and the leather gloves that hold your face assure you that this isnât some random guy off the street. Sylusâs lips press against yours desperately, passionate but not heated, like he needs to just feel you there. Before you even get a chance to respond, he pulls away. His hands fall from your face in favor of holding your waist. Red eyes scan your body, latching onto every inch of exposed skin; he frowns deeper with every bandage and bruise he sees.
âYou look like hell, sweetie.â
You blink up at him. âSo, youâre just not gonna tell me what that was all about?â
You catch a glimpse of a smirk as he turns away to shut the door, clicking the locks into place to play off the rampant energy that vibrates in his entire body. âMephisto said you got back. I just wanted to check up on you.â
âSome check-up,â you giggle. He faces you once more with a soft grin. How he missed that sweet sound. âIs my mouth okay?â
âWith that sharp tongue of yours? I never had any doubts.â He lightly touches a butterfly bandage on your forehead, observing the cut underneath. âThe rest of you could use some attention.â
As the fear of his entrance wears off, the exhaustion begins settling back in. Youâre suddenly aware of the tremble in your legs, the weight of your arms, and the chill in the air. You hum noncommittally as you lean into his body for support. He hugs you to him without question. âWhat time is it?â
âAlmost 9 in the morning,â he answers. âYou didnât notice?â
He rests his cheek on top of your head. His hand cradles your neck, affectionately thumbing at the baby hairs there. You feel more of the cold apartment air as he lifts the hem of your shirt (definitely not suitable for sleeping in) to reveal more of the dark purple marks littering your body. He covers it back up when he feels you shiver.
âIsnât it past your bedtimeâŚ?â
âAll the more reason to take you to bed. Can you walk?â
You nod against him. His shirt is cold from the drive. He smells like gasoline and open roads, undoubtedly from riding his motorcycle. You smell like sweat and disinfectant. A shower is not feasible right now when youâre so precariously two seconds from collapsing.
He gently pries you from his body, just to turn you around and tuck you against his side. His arm wraps around your waist, trying his best - and failing - to avoid your injuries as he keeps you standing. He leads you deeper into the apartment. âHow much time off did they give you?â
âCouple weeks, I think.â
He scoffs, sounding offended. âAsk for more time. Theyâre going to bury you in the ground if they put you back into the field so soon.â With all the familiarity of someone who lived here - as opposed to someone whoâd only been allowed to visit enough times to count on one hand - Sylus pushes open your bedroom door and helps you over to the bed.
You wince as you slide under the covers. He supports your back to ease some of the pressure off your spine, and slips it out from under you once youâre laid down. You sigh heavily. âI didnât break anything this time,â you mutter.
âCouldâve fooled me.â
Your glare is harmless with the exhaustion dulling your eyes. You watch through the growing haze of sleep as Sylus strips off his jacket, boots and gloves, leaving them in a pile by your desk.
âYouâre gonna sleep in those pants?â
He chuckles, smirking at you as he rounds the bed. âI figure we should both have some modicum of discomfort, given youâre still in your uniform. Besides,â he continues as he slips under the blankets, head propped up on his elbow, âI wouldnât want to give you any ideas with the state youâre in.â
You giggle stupidly. You canât be embarrassed right now. Your blankets block out the cold air as you draw them weakly up to your chin. Your pillow cradles your head just how you like it. And if you shift your legs a foot to the side, you bump into his, that tangle and trap yours, socked feet keeping yours warm.
âWhat if I asked you to kiss me like that again?â Your words are slurring with exhaustion. Youâre fighting to stay awake, to keep looking at him even though he has no intentions of leaving anytime soon.
âAny time, sweetie,â he answers surely, seemingly unaffected by his own sleep schedule catching up to him. Not that you could tell in this state, anyhow. âJust say the word.â
You flick a smile back his way. âRight now?â
Sylusâs smirk is softer than usual as he adjusts his body to lean over yours, arms on either side of you to keep him from crushing you under his weight. His face hovers just over yours, the perfect position to admire you in.
You can barely keep your eyes open even a sliver, and here you are asking for him to kiss you again. If you were conscious enough to feel his heart since he stepped into your place, youâd be amazed over the effect you have on him.
Truly, this month has been agony. He knew of your missions, knew why you werenât answering his messages, and yet each day stretched on into an eternity just waiting to hear a word from you. When Mephisto saw you get back, heâd, frustratingly enough, been in the middle of important negotiations with the territories surrounding the N109 Zone. He would have been here much sooner if that werenât the case. Maybe then, he wouldnât have been so overwhelmed with relief when you opened the door that he could have contained himself behind a smirk and a teasing remark.
Though, if that were the case, he wouldnât be here, would he?
âOf course,â he whispers.
Your eyes slip closed when his face gets close. His breath caresses your skin as he watches the flutter of your eyelids, as he gently kisses your upper lip. That minor caress alone draws out a quiet sigh from your mouth. Itâs an addicting sound, reaching deep into his chest and strangling his rapid heart.
Your lips part, welcoming him in further. He breaths his own sigh, trembling at the edges as he finally allows his eyes to close and fully slots his mouth with yours again.
Itâs languid this time. Thereâs no need to rush, no need to let his desperation or fears take a hold of him. He adjusts his weight to cup your jaw with one hand, to greedily keep you there, to selfishly steal more time to savor the warmth of your mouth and the heat of your body beneath him.
He pulls away slowly, reluctantly. He opens his eyes again, and chuckles to himself.
Youâre fast asleep. Maybe you have been since he first leaned in, or maybe it was in the middle of the kiss. It doesnât matter. He brushes his nose against yours with a smile, then leans down to brush one last, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth.
âSleep well, kitten.â
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Imagine being Caleb's significant other.
Imagine being all tried from your day, entering your apartment just like any other day of another boring cycle only to be greeted by the lights being on already and before you could even get your hopes up. A sizzling sound filled the room echoing all throughout the apartment coming from the kitchen.
Imagine quickly but carefully making your way into your kitchen, trying your best not to get your hopes up but as soon as you saw a familiar back working his way into your kitchen. As you stood there in shock and in a bliss of happiness. He turns towards you with a cheeky grin. "Welcome home pipsqueak, I cooked your f-" He gets cut off by a bone crushing hug which he did not hesitate to return. "Did you miss me? Because I do. I miss you every single day."
Imagine spending most of your time at home, you sitting in between his tights, casually leaning your back on his chest as you took a bite of the apple he have cut and peeled for you. Right in front of the two of you was a movie playing, the one that the two of you has been looking forward to watch by sometime now. "I bet he's gonna die at the end." "I bet 20 bucks he doesn't" "I bet 30 he does."
Imagine passing by the street only to come across a street performer. Hand in hand, you stood there for a while until the man finished his performance, giving him a tip before passing by. "That was really good." You utter with a smile as the two of you walk side by side, fingers intertwined as you swing it back and forth like a child. "Hmm I see." He replied.
"Ya'know, when I told you he was good I never expect you to do this." You stare at him as he continue to set up his newly bought guitar. "And I told you, I just happened to bought one because I miss playing guitar" "Yeah right.." You could not help but to roll your eyes at him. Nevertheless you continue to look at him. There he was sitting on the floor in in cross legs, resting in one of his tights where the body of the guitar as he as tune it correctly. On top of it, he was wearing a tank top, how could you look away when he was in there flexing his muscle without even trying. He really knows how to get your attention without even trying.
Imagine dozing off in the middle of it only to find you lover strumming the guitar. He was playing the intro of 'I'm leaving on a Jet Plane' but suddenly stopped with your eyes met. Smiling at you sheepishly, he asked. "Did I wake you up honey?" Instead of answering, you just spread yourself into the sofa, laying on your stomach and resting your cheek on your arm while looking at him who was still smiling at you. "Go on.." You mumble, still half asleep.
Imagine Caleb who started playing the guitar, this time it was different from what he was playing earlier when you wake up. This one sounds classic, a familiar yet unfamiliar tune, something that you have heard before but haven't heard for so long you cannot seem to recognize it.
"Wise men say, only fools rush in" You do not know if it was his voice, his looks, or the way he strum the string on his guitar but you felt a shiver down your spine as soon as he started singing. "But I can't help falling in love with you" Maybe it was the way he was looking at you while he sings that pulls you in. The way he looked so in love. "Shall I stay? would it be a sin" The way he smiles as he stops for a moment, eyes never looking away from yours as he utter the next lyrics. "If I can't help falling in love with you?"
Imagine the way you look at him dumbfounded, eyes wide as he set down his guitar and carefully, gently makes his way towards you. "Cat got your tongue? Pipsqueak." He then gently pinch your cheeks, snapping you out of daze as you look at him with a new light. "Play more." There was a few moment of silence before he went and pick up his guitar and sat right next to you. "What do you want me to play?"
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: Very much addicted to the thought of Caleb singing while playing the guitar.
: here is the tiktok vid of a Caleb singing (ai) "Can't help falling in love"
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baby daddy!jason todd x fem!reader
content warning: pregnancy, mention of sex, body image
a/n: kind of imagined this with gotham knights jason but it can be any iteration of jason if you see it that way lolol he's such a big teddy bear, i think he'd be such a girl dad!!!
baby daddy! jason todd who you met a few years ago when he's out in his civilian attire and sees you about to get your purse stolen by a stranger-- only to whoop his ass. jason asks you if you're okay anyway which leads to having an interesting chat afterwards
baby daddy! jason todd who attempts to take you on sweet little dates despite not putting any labels on your relationship, it's clear you both like each other, but neither of you talked about what you see in your dynamic together
baby daddy! jason todd who panicked when you told him you were pregnant and was unsure if he could balance being red hood and a dad
he tries his best to make time for you, whether it's coming straight to your flat right after patrol, helping you schedule appointments and check ups at the clinic, buying your groceries, or even giving you massages as your belly grows heavier and heavier
baby daddy! jason todd always calls you before you go to bed and he's on patrol. he hates that his duty calls and that he cannot be physically present with you
baby daddy! jason todd reassures you that he is not going to leave you. you assumed he would leave since you thought he would be overwhelmed with becoming a parent and being a vigilante
baby daddy! jason todd finally stops making excuses for himself and tells you he wants to be your real partner, no more dancing around labels
baby daddy! jason todd was absolutely happy to have a baby girl! he keeps the ultrasound photo in his wallet and has been discussing names with you as well
baby daddy! jason todd insists that you move in together because he wants to always be around you and make sure you're safe.
baby daddy! jason todd unfortunately wasn't able to be there at your side when you were in labor and gave birth to your daughter, but promises he'll make it up for you
as much as he wanted to take care of all the stressful things that come with parenting their newborn, he was unable to on most nights
on the nights that jason is with you, he insists that you sleep while he will take care of your weeping daughter whose cries wake the two of you from your sleep
before getting pregnant, jason would absolutely refuse to make silly faces or noises to get his daugther to laugh, but he absolutely refuses to let her cry in his arms. he'd do anything to hear her adorable laugh and that cute smile that resembles your smile
he's so soft around his baby girl, even just staring at her while he holds her in his arms nearly brings him to tears and makes his heart swell inside his chest
on the nights where there is no crying and your daughter is finally asleep in the nursery room, he also tries to make up time with you.
jason guides you to lay down on your bed, peppering kisses that meant i'm sorry and i promise i'll make it up to you. he misses the moments he gets to make love to you like this.
you shy away when he helps you remove the last of your clothes. when he sees you turn away, he pauses, "baby, what's wrong? do you want me to stop? we can stop if you want."
you hesitate for a moment as you avoid his gaze. "i look different... i'm not pretty anymore," you finally confess. pregnancy had left marks on your body: loose skin and stretchmarks on your belly, your breasts losing its perkiness, and the weight you've gained considering you had to feed for two.
jason's rough hand finds yours, gently holding it and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. "that's nothing to be ashamed of, you're gorgeous." he brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. "you were carrying our daughter, you're the mother to my child. you're incredible, (y/n)."
you smile softly at his words and find comfort in them. jason continued to plant kisses down your body while his hands gently caress and hold parts of your body, worshipping you. he makes love to you, slowly and passionately.
baby daddy! jason todd who is not afraid to walk around in public with his daughter strapped to his chest. the sight is always endearing, a big, buff, scary looking man with an adorable little baby stuck to his chest
baby daddy! jason todd brings your daughter to visit the batfamily. they are all so happy to see their little niece! it becomes a problem at times when they start having unspoken competitions to see who can make your daughter laugh more
baby daddy! jason todd who takes his daughter out whenever you're working. once she reaches that age where she gets to run around in the park and babble about the colors on her clothes
baby daddy! jason todd who is a vacuum for the food whenever your daughter can't finish her food. he doesn't mind it, he's a big man and probably needs that energy later on whenever he'd have to leave for patrol
baby daddy! jason todd definitely does not worry about anyone picking on his daughter when she starts going to school. that's his kid and she won't tolerate anyone's bullying, but he also teaches her to value kindness and be resepctful
baby daddy! jason todd encourages her to read. he shares the books he liked to read when he was a kid. if he didn't need to leave to go on patrol, he'll read her a bedtime story too!
baby daddy! jason todd takes his daughter out to look for a wedding ring because he wants to be tied to you forever. he lets her choose which one she finds the prettiest ring
his plan was to take you out on a special date and propose to you there. he figures you deserve something romantic because he thinks you deserve it. unfortunately, his vigilante life catches him at the worst time. when he manages to escape a life-or-death situation, he's crawling through your window from the fire escape and wakes you up.
"jay? oh my gosh--" you panic and immediately rush and kneel beside him, helping him sit up. jason reaches over to the nightstand, fumbling through the drawer to pull out the small box, opening it in his bloodied hands.
jason knew he was a fool to think someone like him could have all the time in the world to choose when he got to propose to you. "please, marry me," he pants quietly as his emerald gaze meets yours.
your cheeks heat up at what just happened. "of course i'll marry you! but you're gonna bleed out before you can even put that ring through my finger!" you scold him, kissing his cheek before helping him to the bathroom to help treat his injuries.
baby daddy! jason todd who is so happy to call you his wife and be the father to your kid
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