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dragon-creates · 1 year ago

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A Litter Of Kittens

After the events of the movie, Mike, Abby and Vanessa return back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to find their old friends. After what William had put them all through, they didn't want them to suffer anymore. And while the animatronics finally get the chance at childhood again in their new home, old wounds reopen for Mike. Only this time, with new people that care about him, he isn't able to hide it for much longer.

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@angelxd-3303 IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!! The Amazing Digital Circus has been rotting in my brain ever since it came out and have been writing for that fandom. But it's here and ready for you to read!!! Again I'm so so sorry!!! Please take this found family fic as my apology!!!

To be honest, Mike didn’t actually think he’d be back at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza any time soon, but for Abby, he was a man of his word. When Vanessa had woken up, Mike had offered to let her move in with him and Abby since she used to live with her father. However with him finally gone, Vanessa wanted nothing more than to leave the prison cell of a house that held nothing but pain, secrets and the loss of childhood innocence.

She thrived living with Mike and Abby, and they were happy to have her there too. There was just one more issue that they had to take care of though…Freddy’s. Since William was the owner of the restaurant and he had ‘mysteriously disappeared’ one night, the ownership of the place fell into Vanessa’s lap.

She didn’t want to let it go, not when the animatronics were still there. It wasn’t their fault with what happened, it was her father…it was always her father. They were just kids. Confused and traumatised kids.

Mike understood, if Garret was there he wouldn’t want anything to happen to them either, plus, he still had to keep a promise to Abby. So here they were, at Freddy’s, with snacks, a new TV set and a few blankets as well, all recently bought before the drive here. They had at least a few ideas on what to do tonight once they saw Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy again.

Abby was practically vibrating in her seat as she waited for Mike to park the car, Vanessa sharing the same enthusiasm. “Okay, Vanessa and I are gonna go in and see if they’re still there,” Mike turned in his seat to face his little sister, “We don’t know if these guys and still upset and the place is still pretty wrecked. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I understand,” Abby nodded, she wasn’t unaware of the risks ahead. Even before Freddy’s, she knew that she and Mike weren’t in a good living situation, with their dad abandoning them to nearly being evicted to her horrible aunt trying to sink her claws onto her. Was she young? Yes. But she wasn’t completely naive. Above all else, she also wanted Mike to be happy.

“We’ll be back before you know it,” Vanessa smiled, “Hopefully with our friends as well.”

Abby was beaming more than Mike thought she was physically capable of after Vanessa finished her sentence. He hoped the animatronics were still okay, after everything that William did, he wanted to make sure that these children had a happy ending.

Vanessa and Mike got out the car, with the latter locking it behind him so that no one would be able to break in. After the hell they went through, he couldn’t be blamed. The duo walked side by side to the abandoned pizzeria, the sign of Freddy above the doors grinning out to the public was dull and faded. First things first, get inside. A heavy chain was bolted on the door, keeping people out but trapping those who remained inside. With a pair of pliers that he brought, Mike snapped off the chain.

Carefully opening the door, the two stepped into the old building. If it was bad when Mike started working here, it paled in comparison to what it was now. There was glass shattered across the floor, the lightbulbs around the ‘welcome’ entrance were all burst and the ceiling was practically almost falling apart. And that didn’t even cover the rest of the mess they saw. “Okay,” Vanessa spoke, “If we were eight feet animatronics, where would we hide?”

“Depends,” Mike mused, “What were they like whenever you visited?”

“Playful, in a strange sort of way,” she answered. “They didn’t really mind me as much so they were okay to play games with me…actual games! That wasn’t a weird metaphor for like murder or anything.”

Mike snickered, “Don’t worry, I believe you. You think they’re playing a game?”

Vanessa hummed in thought, “Maybe, the question if which one?”

“Well judging by the lack of animatronics our here in the open,” Mike said as they walked into the dining area. “I’d probably have to go with hide and seek.”

“That makes sense,” Vanessa nodded. “A little on the nose but you know, its sense nonetheless.”

“So do you know where they like to hide when you played with them?” Mike turned to his blonde companion.

“Well Chica’s easy, the kitchen is her favourite place,” she stated.

“Kitchen it is,” Mike smiled.

It was a short journey to the room – other than the collapsed tables, chair and ceiling parts they had to climb over. The duo scanned the room, though it seemed implausible to miss a giant metal yellow chicken within such a small kitchen. The sound of rustling made the two jump, that was never a good sound. It came from the fridge. Vanessa and Mike shared a look, both silently asking who should open the door?

Mike gulped, “Step aside.”

Vanessa was about to protest, to say that she could do it. But this was Mike we were talking about, once a protecter always a protecter (even if he got hurt in the process of it). He whipped out a flashlight from his belt, not only to see what was ahead but in case he had to defend himself. He took a breath, deciding to rip off the bandage and pulled the fridge door open.

He nearly screamed when he saw the orange eyes of Carl the cupcake staring back up at him, though they didn’t seem to hold the same feral anger that they had when little ball of pink attacked his leg. He jumped out the fridge, running past Mike and Vanessa before jumping onto a plate held by a familiar chicken.

“Chica!” Vanessa wanted to run over to her but managed to hold herself back. She didn’t know what type of state Chica was in so it was best to not try anything that would turn her into mincemeat.

The chicken tilted her head at the duo, staring for a moment at Mike before her eyes landed on the blonde. Her purple eyes lit up when she saw the woman, her feet thudding against the ground as she made her way over to give Vanessa a hug. Mike flinched, preparing to run and grab the blonde when Vanessa let out a laugh.

“I’m happy to see you too honey,” she giggled as the chicken pulled away. “We’re looking for the others, do you know where they’re hiding?” Chica paused for a moment, glancing a Mike as worry filled her eyes. “Its okay! He’s Abby and I’s friend. He’s one of the good guys, I promise.”

That seemed to convince Chica enough, trusting Vanessa’s word before nodding and started walking out of the room. She looked back when the two didn’t follow, moving her head to gesture for them to do so.

“Oh right! Sorry,” Vanessa realised.

The two followed the yellow animatronic back into the main area, using her size and extra strength to clear a path for the humans behind her. She led them towards the main stage before pointing at one of the curtains. This time, it was Vanessa decided to see what was hiding behind there. Pulling back the soft fabric of the curtain, the woman chuckled when she saw a familiar purple bunny squatting on the ground with his guitar held in front of him in an attempt to try and conceal himself. “Oh Bonnie!” Vanessa cooed, “That’s a creative hiding place.”

The bunny’s shoulders shook, like one would do when laughing before standing up. His ears wiggled when he saw Mike, pointing at him. The man wrung his hands nervously, “Uh…hey buddy? Still not mad at me for the taser thing?”

Bonnie didn’t seem to be angry, at least Mike hoped so. He turned to Chica, both of them staring at one another. If Mike and Vanessa were to guess, they seemed to be having some type of silent conversation with one another. More specifically, Bonnie had to be asking Chica if Mike was trustworthy. After a minute or two, Chica nodded to the rabbit, ending their conversation. Bonnie gave the man a thumbs up, walking over to him and held his hand out.

Mike raised a brow in confusion, peeking over to Vanessa, “Uh, what’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s done this before. He wants you to hold his hand,” Vanessa responded.

“Huh,” Mike looked up at the purple animatronic, still staring and waiting for Mike to take it. He smiled awkwardly and took the rabbit’s paw. Huh, its softer than I expected he noticed the fuzz along the robot’s arm. In fact, now seeing it up close, he realised that all the animatronics were designed with the same soft fur. It reminded him of some of Abby’s old toys, though a bit worn, there was still a softness to them. The thought of his little sister warmed him a bit, suddenly holding his hand didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

The rabbit led them through the arcade, the once colourful machines that blared music every so often now dull and silent. Mike almost missed it in a strange way, he recognised the irony of the thought that brushed his mind but it made the place feel more alive in a way. The rabbit didn’t stop at ay of the games however, but rather a small ball pit that Vanessa recognised all too well. There was a pause, Vanessa and Mike sharing a confused look with one another until a red body sprung from the pit, plastic balls scattering the floor and making everyone cover themselves with their arms to prevent being hit by one of them. Yes it wouldn’t do any damage but the point still stood.

Mike and Vanessa uncurled themselves, realizing that it was Foxy who had jumped up. The fox animatronic currently had his arms in the air, as though he were celebrating for pulling that trick, looking very similar to an excited puppy after successfully catching a frisbee. “Okay, I’ll admit it,” Mike chuckled, “You got us good.”

Foxy paused in his cheering, noticing Mike standing there. The fox glanced down at the man’s arm, more specifically, the scabbed over scar from where he slashed him with his hook. Back when the yellow rabbit was still in his head. He lowered his arms, his ears copying the movement, as he looked to the ground with guilt.

Concern twinged in the pit of Mike’s stomach when he saw Foxy’s mood take an opposite turn, looking at his arm he suddenly understood, Foxy probably felt bad for hurting him. “Hey bud,” Mike took a step towards him, “You don’t have to worry, I forgive you for this. I know it wasn’t your fault, I’m not mad at you. I promise.”

The fox still seemed unsured, Mike took a different approach instead, “You know, Abby is with us outside. I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to feel bad. Plus, she’s really been missing you and the others, I bet she can’t wait to share all the games she wants to play with you.”

That seemed to get his attention, clambering out the ball pit and ready to head to the door.

“Not yet Foxy!” Vanessa giggled, the fox freezing in his steps, “We gotta find Freddy and Goldie first.”

Goldie? Who is Goldie? Mike pondered. He didn’t get a chance to ask before everyone else started searching for Freddy, with Bonnie still clutching onto Mike’s hand. He smiled at the rabbit’s antics as he followed the others.

It was Foxy in the lead this time, trying to keep as slow as possible for the others even though the clear excitement in his footsteps wanted to do the opposite. He finally stopped at the open door of the security office, waiting eagerly for them to go inside. Mike let go of Bonnie’s hand for a minute, promising him that he would be back soon before taking a peek through the door.

An involuntary smile quirked across his lips, under his old desk was a poorly concealed brown bear with the proudest look upon his face with his decided hiding place. However, that proud look went away the moment he saw Mike, standing to his full height. Mike gulped, taking a step back as the bear got closer. The bear lunged forward and grabbed him.

“Freddy wait!” Vanessa cried out, reaching her hand out…and stopped

There was no vicious attack, or bones breaking, or terrified screams of agony. But rather, Freddy had gathered the man up into what seemed to be a literally bear hug. And a tight one at that. “Yeah, yeah,” Mike gasped for breath, “I’m happy to see you too!”

Vanessa tried desperately to supress a laugh, waiting a few more seconds before going over to end Mike’s misery. “Okay Freddy, that’s enough,” she patted the bear’s shoulder, “Let Mike breathe please.”

Letting out a sad and low whine, Freddy let Mike go, the former panting and letting in as much oxygen as possible. This time, the blonde as unable to hold back the loudest, ugliest snorts known to man. Even the animatronics were shocked by such a noise.

“Yeah, laugh it up,” Mike groaned, putting his hand on his knees as he continued to gulp down air. “I’m very aware that my misery is entertaining!”

Vanessa let out another chortle, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” She rested her palm on his shoulder, rubbing it as he caught his breath again. After a minute, he finally straightened up again, letting out one final sigh as he nodded to Vanessa. “Right! Now that we’ve got that settled, all we have to look for is Goldie and then we can go home with Abby.”

Freddy’s ears wiggled excitedly at his friend’s name.

“That’s right big guy,” Vanessa grinned, “You guys are gonna be living somewhere different, hope you guys like spaghetti cause Mike is a master at it.”

“Wait, sorry, one second,” Mike stopped her, “Last time I checked there were only four animatronics, who’s Goldie?”

His answer was shortly answered by the lights flickering and a soft thud at the other side of the room. Mike slowly turned, his voice catching in his throat as a golden bear with a blue eye stared at him. A cold bead of sweat ran down his cheek, the feeling of dread a familiarity sinking in all at once. It was the blonde boy from his dreams, the one William shouldn’t have killed.

“It’s okay,” Vanessa whispered to Mike sensing his apprehension. “He’s not bad, trust me. He’s just…a little awkward.”

It seemed the gold bear agreed, his shoulders sagging slightly with the same guilt that Foxy had. William had hurt him the most, angered him the most, remained in his head the most. And now that he was finally free of him, everything was rushing back to him. His head hung, pressing both his hands to his face.

Mike’s heart twisted, it was the same look Abby would have whenever she would have a nightmare or scrapped her knee. It was a look he absolutely hated, knowing a child was hurt and trying desperately to help them heal despite the gruelling process. What made it worse was how helpless he would feel, knowing that they were hurt yet being rendered powerless to do anything. However, he knew he wasn’t helpless when he saved Abby, and he knew that he wasn’t powerless now.

He squashed down the fear and uncertainty, a child needed him and needed him now. He stepped closer to him, taking his golden paws in his hands and gently guiding them away form Goldie’s face. “It’s not your fault, okay?” Mike whispered softly. “It’s no one’s fault but the yellow rabbits, you know that right? I know that it wasn’t really you who wanted to hurt people, it was him controlling you. I know that you’re scared, that all of you are scared, but its okay. We’re gonna make sure that no one is gonna make you feel so scared ever again…you’re coming home.”

If Goldie could cry, he would have done so right there and then. Instead, he pressed his forehead onto Mike’s, making sure that there wasn’t any force behind it. Mike smiled, any hesitation about this plan melting away. He knew now and then that all of these kids, despite the metal animal front they had, they were all his like how Abby was to his.

If only his father could have thought the same.

“We should get going,” Vanessa spoke up, “We can’t keep Abby waiting.”

Mike pulled away softly, guiding the golden bear to meet with the others “Let’s go home guys.”

Through the mess, through the memories and through the ghosts of the years prior, they finally said goodbye to the pizzeria one last time. Mike shut the doors of the building, turning to his car and seeing Abby waving to her robot friends.

“So, I’m curious,” Vanessa pondered, “How exactly do you plan on getting them to your house?”

“Oh that?” Mike answered, “I asked a friend for a favour.”

Before the woman could say anything else, the beeping of a truck backing up slowly made her jump and turn to the source of the noise. A head poked out from the window of a delivery truck from a familiar diner that he, Vanessa and Abby knew all to heart. “Vanessa, this is my new friend Ness,” Mike introduced, “He helped me get a job and Sparky’s diner and he offered to help if I provided some answers to his theories.”

The man in the truck gawked at the animatronics, letting out a victorious, “I KNEW IT!”

The drive back to Mike’s house was a short one, with Ness’s truck carrying the animatronics trailing behind Mike’s car. After promising the waiter answers to his many ‘haunted pizzeria theories’ (as Ness would like to call them) the next time he would come to work, he unloaded all the animatronics out of the truck and into his house.

Would it be a tight squeeze? Probably. But luckily, Mike had a few plans up his sleeves. Besides, having an imaginative little sister was a pretty big help.

The five animatronics scanned the walls of their new home. It was small, yet…it was safe. The pizzeria always had looming, dark echoing halls, each large and empty room felt nothing but isolating and reminded them just how lonely each of them were. However here, it reminded them of waking up late on a Sunday morning, rushing down the stairs for hot chocolate while getting a hug from one of your parents.

It felt like home – a feeling that none of them had felt in a long time.

Vanessa was the last one to come inside, in her arms she was carrying the new TV set while Abby and Mike carried the bags of snacks and blankets respectively. The animatronics looked to one another with curiosity, just what were these strange humans planning?

They were about to follow the humans when they started walking down the hall, until they were stopped by Abby, the child wearing a cheeky grin as she waggled her finger to them. “You guys have to wait here,” she giggled, “It’s a surprise!”

Each of them let out a whir at her statement. Surprise? For them? But they only just got here.

“Trust me,” Mike grinned, “You guys are gonna love this.”

“I put down some paper and crayons if you guys want to draw while you wait,” Abby suggested, pointing to the little pile she arranged on the living room carpet. “I know how much you guys like drawings.”

Now that sparked their attention, putting the surprise to the back of their minds and they went to sit down, each of them grabbing a crayon and getting to work.

The three humans smiled, checking one last time that the robots were successfully distracted before going back to finishing the surprise.

Ten minutes went by, the animatronics laser focused on their individual drawings. Foxy’s was, unquestionably, a pirate ship on the sea with a tiny version of himself in the middle. Chica had drawn Carl in a pink princess dress. Bonnie had drawn himself as a superhero flying throughout a group of fluffy clouds. Goldie’s was a simple drawing of a cat and a dog holding paws, and Freddy’s was all the animatronics together along with Mike, Vanessa and Abby on top of a castle.

The positions were a bit sloppy and some of the colours went outside the lines, but the joyful shine in their eyes after finally letting themselves be children again only made the drawings much more meaningful to them.

Mike watched on as he leaned on the wall, their surprise was finished and he was now waiting for them to finish up. The once separate lines for them being animatronics and children were now starting to blur together. He should feel surreal at the fact that he had robots over nine feet tall squatting down and drawing on his floor, but for some reason it just seemed right. That he was meant to take that job and have it led to this. To finally set them free…something that no one ever did for him. And it had been long overdue for them.

“Nice work you guys,” he walked over to them, snickering as they stood up as quick as they could and rushed over to him to show them their work. Like a pack of excited tiny kittens rushing to their mother. “Haha, calm down. One at a time. You can show me once you see your surprise.”

That seemed to have worked when they suddenly stood straight, wanting to be on their best behaviour for what the humans had in store for them. They never had a surprise in so long. The tingling of anticipation they had made them feel like the children they should have been allowed to be, not the monster that the yellow rabbit created.

Like ducklings following their parents, the animatronics followed Mike down the hallway, careful that their size didn’t leave any damage to the walls they passed by. They finally stopped at the garage door, with Mike taking a hold of the doorknob before grinning back at the animatronics, “You guys ready?”

Each robot nodded enthusiastically, if they had tails Mike was sure that they would be wagging like excited little puppies. “Okay, here you go,” the door opened.

The animatronics couldn’t believe their eyes with what they saw. Instead of a cold and dingy garage like they expected, the walls were draped with blankets and fairy lights - not an inch of a wall in sight, the ground was covered in spare mattresses, pillows and fuzzy sheets. There were even blankets on the ceiling that were shaped like the top of a circus tent, and in the middle was a small TV, with Vanessa and Abby in front of it with snack and sweets laid around them.

“Do you guys like it?” Abby giggled, barely able to contain her excitement.

‘Like it’ was more than what the animatronics were feeling when looking at all this. This was a gesture of pure, selfless kindness and generosity from people who expected nothing in return but for the five robots to be happy. They didn’t just ‘like’ it, this meant more to them than every treasure that the world could offer them. If they could be able to cry, they would have done so on the spot. Instead, the joined the girls on the plush ground, giving each of them a hug for their efforts.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Vanessa grinned.

Mike smiled at the group on the ground as they went through an assortment of DVD’s and deciding which one to watch. He remembered having those memories with Garret and promised himself to do the same with Abby (but with his busy schedule it was hard to do so).

A part of him stinged at the fact that his father didn’t do this with his only daughter, how quick he was to just disappear. Mike shook his head, right now he had to focus on what was happening at hand. Creating happiness with the new, strange family he had in front of him.

“Mike we’re gonna watch ‘The Lion King’!” Abby cheered, “Come join us.”

“Okay, okay I’m coming,” He rolled his eyes fondly at his little sister, kicking off his shoes as he sat down.

He took a deep breath as the film started, pushing back the rest of the sting.

Just focus on the now, just focus on the now, just focus on the now.

It had been a few weeks since the animatronics officially moved in with them. There were a few hiccups here and there with having literally giants in the house, but over time they managed to make it work. They had been moved into the new renovated yet cozied up garage, providing them enough space and comfort when they had to go into rest mode.

Vanessa was still working as a police officer, and Mike had his part-time job at Sparky’s, which let him have more free hours with Abby and the animatronics while still being able to pay for the house. Even Vanessa had joined in with the pay, wanting to help him and Abby as much as she could when she moved in with them. Mike had protested about it at first but Vanessa had shut him down every time.

The animatronics were easy to entertain as well. If Abby wasn’t at home to play with them, Mike had set them out crayons and paper to draw, kept the TV on for them to watch cartoons, left out board games and puzzles, he even fished out his old Nintendo 64 for them to play with, and even left behind some number problems to help stimulate them. He and Vanessa had agreed that even though they didn’t have their physical bodies, they were still children who needed to learn and do at least some schoolwork.

And so, it was peaceful. At least it was for everyone else.

As for Mike, thoughts of the past had been plaguing him. He wrote it off as just his lack of sleep finally catching up to him, brushing off everyone’s worry and reassuring them that he was okay. But he wasn’t, he really wasn’t.

Mike laid in bed that night, tossing and turning in his sheets before stopping and staring up at the ceiling instead.

He couldn’t stop thinking about his parents, more so his father. How quick he was to leave him and Abby when his mother died, that he became numb and silent when Garret died, how he didn’t even blink when Abby was born, how he never joked or spent time with him they way he used to, how he forced Mike into a parental figure despite being a child himself. At least his mother tried to stand again when Garret died, as least she wanted to make a future with him and Abby.

But his father? The night before he left he told Mike that he had ‘important business’ to take care of, and he never saw him again. He remembered crying himself to sleep that night, wailing for his father to come back but never got a response. How he had to take care of a hungry, teething Abby with no one to help him, even being ignored by his aunt when he asked for her help. How was it so easy for his father to leave him than to love him?

He hated him, he hated him for leaving them…yet he still couldn’t help but yearn for his father’s embrace like he was a child.

Deep down, Mike couldn’t help but still love his father.

He wasn’t able to stop the tears leaking onto his pillow, pressing a hand to his mouth to muffle his cries. He was a grown man, he shouldn’t be acting like a child who scrapped their knee. He had to be strong, for Abby, for Vanessa, for the animatronics. They all suffered much worser fates than he did, he didn’t deserve to cry.

Mike didn’t notice the crack in his bedroom door, his back turned to it. Freddy watched, having been woken up from his rest mode when he heard the sound of silent crying. The fan in his chest whirred sombrely, he didn’t like seeing Mike so upset. He was the one who saved them, who came back for them even when the animatronics tried to kill him and take Abby. He gave them shelter when they believed no one else had the empathy to do that for them. And most of all, he made them feel like children again. Above all else, that was the most they could ask for.

Freddy wouldn’t stand for this, he couldn’t allow Mike to feel so bad about himself. He had to do something, something to help pay him back for all that he had done for them. But what?

A lightbulb went off in his head, he had an idea, but he was going to need some help. He slipped back down the hallway and into the garage again, the rest of the rest of the robots laying on their backs like they did when they first built the fort in the pizzeria, only this time it was much comfier.

The animatronics stirred when they heard Freddy’s heavy footsteps enter the room, turning their heads to look at him. He motioned with his hand for them to follow him, exiting the room while hearing the others get up to see what the brown bear had in mind.

He led them down the hallway before coming across a large closet at the end, a closet that they had only seen a few times but new all too well what was inside. And when Freddy pointed to Mike’s room, it finally clicked with the animatronics just what Freddy was planning when they heard the man’s light sniffles.

With a quick nod from each of them to the bear, they got started with his plan.

“Mike! Mike!” Abby’s voice broke him away from his slumber as her little hands pushed and nudged at his shoulder to get him to wake up. “You gotta come see this Mike!”

He groaned as he opened his eyes, peering at his clock that read 4AM on its little black screen, “Abby its far too early in the morning, why are you still up?”

“You have to see this!” a grin was split across her face, with no explanation given as to why she was still awake, “You need to see what they did!”

She rushed out the room, leaving Mike to groan as he pulled himself out of bed. It wasn’t the first time Abby’s burst of energy woke him up in the dark of the night, but this was the first time the word ‘they’ was used in a sentence. He rubbed sleep away from his eyes, his feet padding down the carpeted hall when he heard hushed whispers of Abby and Vanessa coming from the living room.

His brows furrowed, wondering what they could be talking about, when his eyes widened at the sight before him. The five animatronics were standing in front of a carefully constructed fort, on the bottom laid a mattress covered in red checkered blankets, the shape was squared and hung with white sheets yet was still big enough to fit a few people in, there were even fairy lights hung round the corners, along with little stuffed animals, pillows and spare blankets in the centre of the fort.

Mike didn’t even know what to say, his throat tight with forgotten emotions he had buried deep down for so long.

“They woke us up because they needed our help,” Mike whipped his head round to face Vanessa the moment he heard her voice, who was standing with Abby in the corner of the living room, her hair messy and clothes slightly crumpled. “They needed our input since we knew you the best.”

“Y-you did all this?” he gripped the bottom of his sleep shirt, “For me?”

Abby nodded, “They said they heard you crying and wanted to help make you happy again since you did that for them.”

Mike faced the animatronics, each one of them shuffling slightly in place, anxiously awaiting his response. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered, “You did this for me?”

Freddy nodded sheepishly, shyly looking to the ground.

“But…why?” Mike asked.

“They said you were sad,” Abby told him, worry marking her own little face. Mike hated seeing it on her, on someone too young to have that worry.

“Hey, I’m fine Abbs,” he was lying through his teeth and everyone knew that.

“Mike,” Vanessa stepped forward, “What’s really going on? You can tell us, you know that right?”

“It’s nothing, really!” Mike tried to reassure them. Too much was happening at once, he needed something to grasp himself onto, to ground himself before he-

Two large arms wrapped around his middle as a chin rested on his head. Mike didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Freddy who had him within a bear hug.

“Mike,” Vanessa rested her hand on his shoulder, “You can talk to us, you’re not alone anymore.”

Abby rushed to him, wrapping her own tiny arms around his legs, “I’m strong too, you taught me that.”

He felt a tear roll down his cheek. This was the first time in years he ever let anyone see him actually cry. It felt…nice. “No one has done this for me, in so many years,” he told them honestly, “Not even my own dad. That was what I was crying about when Freddy found me.”

The robot whirred sadly, holding Mike tighter.

Mike sighed, he hadn’t had a hug like this on so long, feeling himself unconsciously lean into it, “When he left I was forced to grow up and figure myself out. I didn’t really get to have much of my childhood. So seeing all this,” he gestured to the fort, “It means the world to me. All of you mean the world to me. I…I don’t want to burden you with my problems.”

Vanessa’s hand drifted down to his, squeezing it tight, “We’ll always be here for you Mike, you’re not on your own anymore. We’re a family now and we’ll do anything we can to help. It’s okay, you can rest now.”

“Yeah, we can teach the animatronics how to make soup and spaghetti,” Abby suggested, “They’re tall enough to reach the stove so they’ll be able to help you.”

Mike chucked, ruffling his little sister’s hair, “Thank you.” He turned to the rest of the animatronics, “All of you, thank you.”

The rest of the animatronics light up like the sun, they had completed their mission, one happy Mike Schmitt. The let Mike enter his new fort, watching as he laid down into a comfortable position. He didn’t know how this was much cozier than his bed, but he wasn’t complaining one bit. Abby and Vanessa entered as well, Abby in front of him hugging his middle, while Vanessa spooned him from behind, running her fingers through his hair.

The animatronics nodded to one another, waving Mike goodnight as they returned back to the garage. After all, it was too small for them to fit in the human’s little fort.

Mike let a soft smile grace his lips, rubbing Abby’s back and leaning into Vanessa’s touch. For years he had been a stone wall, rough and hard on the surface, unable to break in order to protect those he loved. But that had come with a price, for he hadn’t allowed himself to really feel in so long, to let others in. It even strained the relationship he had with his little sister, the fear of her being taken away overpowering the bond that they should have shared.

But now they were here, with not just one new friend in the form of a tall blonde, but five rather odd metallic ones as well. The cracks in the walls were finally chipping away, letting the calm stream flow, along with him riding the gentle waters.

Mike closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him once more. For the first time in years, he felt like a child again.

That moment you realize you were Abby as a kid, and are now Michael as an adult. Rip my sleep schedule.

#why are one shots so much harder to write than multichapter fics???#fnaf movie #fnaf #five night at freddy's #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #vanessa shelly #freddy fazbear #fnaf bonnie #fnaf chica #fnaf foxy #fnaf golden freddy #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #dragon rambles

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cat3ch1sm · 3 years ago

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💚| request for @anzaisaki !! so sorry for how late this is:(( ily and thank u for reading my works<333 this does run a bit long so im sorry if i went overboard, i tend to do that especially with kurapika😅😅 chrollo's though is shorter than the others to make up for it😀

🥝| my requests are open!! send something in for the fandoms I write for! reminder that you have to be following me to request!! also read the rules :)

·˚ ༘��· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mentions of being attacked, murder, light kidnapping, trauma mentions!

how do they react when their s/o gets amnesia? ~ kurapika, leorio, kite, and chrollo

a/n~ amnesia is a condition in which the individual affected suffers memory loss! this can result from a number of things, such as epilepsy and substance abuse, but for these i went with the common "head injury" :D reader has permanent retrograde amnesia, in which they have trouble remembering last events and people.

🐢| also kurapika is the only one with a definite setting, the rest are just kinda made up haha

kurapika

~ reader works with kurapika as a bodyguard (succession war)!~

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ after kurapika had gone down for almost twelve hours straight following the overuse of his nen abilities, you had happily taken up his position while he was put away to recover. it wasn't an easy task anyway, but when you threw a baby, a war in which said baby could possibly be killed, a perpetually nervous mother, spine-chilling Nen beasts, and several power-hungry monarchs into the mix, it was close to unbearable. and managing all of that for as long as you did was beyond draining.

・❥・when you fainted, finally having overdone it, you did feel yourself hit your head on something hard as you went down, but you didn't figure it was that bad- that was, until, you had woken up in the medical wing with an unfamiliar blonde man standing over you, an apoplectic expression on his face.

・❥・after discovering that you, his beloved partner, no longer seem to remember who he is, kurapika goes a little numb. he halfheartedly tries to jog your memory, but inside he knows it's useless. you shy away from him when he leans down to try and kiss you, flinch when he brushes your hair from your face. you notice his eyes dull and the circles under his eyes darken, but you can't understand why. you were his anchor, but now you've sank, and he just can't handle losing another person. not with the eyes of his massacred family on the very same boat. kurapika walks out, face dark and an odd red glow beneath his golden bangs, just as a nurse comes in; you ask who that was.

leorio

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ leorio should have been the one with that patient. what were you doing handling him, anyway? he had had a history of being violent, resisting treatment, all of that. trying to calm him down was futile, and you knew that. but when the guy made a rude remark about your boyfriend, you had gotten angry, bold, and went right up to him to finally tell him off only for him to slam you right into the ground by your shoulders. defending him.

・❥・now here leorio was, frustrated and guilty, standing over your lying frame in a gurney.

・❥・"y/n, it's me. Leorio? Remember? Don't act like you don't know me. I'm begging you, just remember who I am."

・❥・he could tell you were getting panicked. leorio had been standing at your side for at least a half hour, trying desperately to evoke some response that would tell him you hadn't really forgotten who he was. but no, his fears were true. he could tell you were growing panicked- a man you didn't know beside you for so long just repeating the same thing over and over again. who knew what you suspected? so he had to give up for your sake. he should let you rest, anyway.

・❥・you think you should know who he is. something about this man feels like home. but as he exits the room, back facing you, you tell yourself that it's just a feeling.

kite

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ what could he say? kite had to give in to your pleas at some point. he'd put a bullet in his head if he had to listen to another hour of you begging to join him on some job to slay some hostile entity somewhere. so he finally let you come on the promise that you didn't act like his partner.

・❥・you agreed, and off the two of you went- but kite could tell that a while into the fight, you were in over your head. he could see your body weakening and your aura wavering. so he'd offered to let you rest a bit, he could handle it himself, but you simply declared "you're not supposed to act like my partner, remember?" and kept going right up until the damn creature came straight for your head.

・❥・he was surprised you'd dodged as quickly as you did. kite had sort of been expecting it to blow your entire skull to hell. but you didn't wake up anyway, so he finished his battle quickly to get you help. but when you finally awaken, something is off. your eyes aren't very focused, and they don't illuminate the way they usually do when you see him. you don't have to say anything. he realizes.

・❥・his demeanor is stiff. he seems exasperated, really, like you've aggravated him somehow. but when he mutters under his breath, "idiot," his eyes, bearing weary dark circles, are sad. he leaves quietly with his blue hat pulled over his eyes. you lay and watch him go.

chrollo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ chrollo's the only one of these men that will stay regardless of whether you're able to remember him or not. if he can't force you to know who he is, he has no issue doing everything again. you'll fall in love with chrollo all over again after he poses as the knight in shining armor that stayed by your side in the hospital when you had nobody else. although, it isn't as sweet a picture as it may seem.

・❥・if for some reason, that isn't how he goes about it, chrollo will literally straight up kidnap you from the hospital, if he takes you there at all, after realizing you don't remember who he is. he'll pretend the incident never happened and take extraordinary measures to make sure you can't escape his grasp until you have no choice but to love him again. he'll gaslight and manipulate you until he gains your affection once more.

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cinnamonest · 4 years ago

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Genshin Boys - Sleeping HCs

Sleeping hcs for the boys that literally no one asked for bc the Xiao post gave me spontaneous inspiration and I can't stay focused on the things im supposed to write and this history paper im on rn is literally the most boring academic piece ive ever written and i need distraction. Thank you.

UPDATED 11/30/22

The most recently updated version, edited some older characters and added Tighnari, Itto, Cyno, Al Haitham, Ayato, and Heizou. Sorry for the length, for some reason (maybe bc it’s an old post I’m editing?) it won’t let me insert a readmore/cut, although hopefully if you’re seeing this on your feed it’ll cut most of it off automatically.

Also looking back that paper I originally mentioned still really WAS the most boring academic piece I’ve ever written. Sigh.

//mild mentions of yandere content, some very slight mentions of ns/fw things.

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Childe is a side sleeper, one of those people that has to be holding something. Before you he had a body pillow. Now you're the body pillow. But like, it's not super pleasant, boy has an IRON grip and sometimes you have to hit him and wake him up because he's suffocating you from holding you so tight. Also unfortunately for darling, he doesn't snore but he's a heavy mouth breather. So basically you're always spooning but you can feel him breathing on the back of your neck. Also, sometimes he turns over to his other side and he will take you with him, he doesn't even wake up, our unnaturally strong boy keeps his grip so tight that when he turns over you get flipped over with him and land on your other side, and again he doesn't even wake up in the slightest. Also mumbles every now and then, but its incoherent. He falls asleep very quickly, is usually pretty exhausted from his day.

Also sleeps naked, and you will too, whether you like it or not. Makes things easier when he wakes up in the middle of the night with needs, so he doesn’t have to bother pulling things off. At least he bothers to give you a shake and warn you a few seconds beforehand. ----------

Zhongli doesn't sleep a whole lot, a few hours less than most. He's something of a morning person, but if you're not, he's very understanding of that, and will stay quiet and let you sleep for a while. When he does sleep, he likes to sleep on his back, and because he's so broad-shouldered and firm he can sleep perfectly with you laying on top of him, which he likes a lot. He's a fairly silent sleeper, might utter a word or phrase, but not a lot, only once a night at most, and breathes quietly. Funnily enough, it always seems to be work-related when he does talk. The way he sleeps is rather nice though, because you can be lulled to sleep by the rising and falling of his chest as he breathes. But he's a very, very light sleeper, wakes up several times a night for no real reason and just goes back to sleep, thankfully usually softly enough it doesn’t wake you. He keeps an arm on you, but it's not too heavy or tight. Tends to have a very neutral, straight face while he sleeps.

That being said, there is a recurring problem that presents a challenge to the otherwise peaceful nights. Sometimes, illuminated beasts will subconsciously revert or change forms in their sleep according to their dreams. He is not an exception to this, although thankfully it’s only once a week or so. You will wake up to getting clonked in the head with a horn at least once. Otherwise, sometimes you get woken up by the sudden feeling of being cold, only to find a sprouted reptilian tail wrapped around your body, cold scales pressed to your skin, and if a particularly unfortunate night, gripping you far too tightly. At least he wakes up easily if you tap him a bit, and will revert back, but may often do it again in the same night.

Also, he’s very strict on bedtimes. No, you can’t stay up past midnight, it’s not good for you. In fact, he will most likely demand you go to bed far earlier, and if you don’t comply, he always sighs, says you’re being immature, and takes matters into his own hands by forcibly carrying you to bed anyway. ----------

Venti has a cute sleep? Its like. Knees curled up to his stomach, hands tucked against his chest. Likes to be the little spoon but can go either way, he just likes spooning. He talks a bit in his sleep, muttering random things, but its mumble-y and while it's better than Childe it's still hard to make out. Sometimes he even sounds like he's humming or singing, and his little fingers twitch when he does. He's also a very light sleeper and wakes up at the slightest movements or noises. He can feel your absence and will wake up immediately if you're no longer in bed. He sleeps a bit less than most people as well, maybe 6 hours or so, but he doesn't seem to have a problem staying energetic. Also a morning person, but way more annoying about it than Zhongli, will be loud and in your face at like 5 am. You have to ask him to please let you sleep, and he does try, but he often forgets. ----------

You can have full-fledged conversations with Kaeya in his sleep. He'll listen and respond to the things you say and not wake up the entire time, he's a moderate sleeper, he'll wake up to touch/light but not sounds/talking. Of course it's usually nonsensical and weird random things, so you can have some rather funny conversations, BUT he'll also admit to things he wouldn't while he's awake, so if you ask him where the keys to your locks are he'll flat out tell you. Poor thing doesn't know how you keep managing to find the keys, he hid them so well this time! Also tends to be a sprawler, will definitely hit you in the face from his arms flopping around every now and then. Always tossing, turning, moving around. It can get annoying if darling is a light sleeper, or even a medium sleeper, because the movements will definitely wake you up. Likes sleeping facing each other, one arm under your head and the other wrapped around you. Sometimes can be a stomach sleeper, but keeps an arm latched around you still. On a soft note, he has a tendency to have nightmares, and will jolt awake sometimes, only to pull you in closer for comfort. He's used to functioning on a few hours of sleep, too.

However, it’s a bit different if it’s a drunken sleep. In which case, like most people, he sleeps very heavily, barely moves at all, and is very difficult to wake up. Due to the frequency of late night drinking in his life, he often gets bad hangovers in the next morning, and will be groaning with the headache even if you manage to wake him up during the night.

Also, especially if he goes to bed intoxicated, while he usually manages to take everything else off, he sometimes forgets the eyepatch, which results in it getting moved all around his face, you'll wake up and it'll be over his nose or mouth or something, which is kind of comical to look at. Sometimes it comes off completely and he has to go looking for it if it fell under the bed or got lost in the covers somehow. ----------

Diluc is a heavy sleeper, to an extreme. This man could sleep through a literal siege on his estate. He wasn't so much when he was younger, but he works harder now and his work can get exhausting. This is actually kinda beneficial if you want to plan an escape while he sleeps, by the way. He's also a big spoon all the time, also unfortunately breathes down your neck, because he kinda buries his face into the crook of your neck. Also can be very grumpy in the morning, especially if woken up early. Unlike Kaeya he needs the most sleep time wise out of all the guys, if my boy doesn't get his full 8 hours (or more) he's not gonna function properly. Also, he can fall asleep anywhere and under any conditions. Sitting at a desk doing paperwork, standing up, in broad daylight, surrounded by loud noise, doesn't matter, he can fall asleep and do so quickly. He's actually kind of embarrassed by it sometimes. Doesn't sleep talk, he sleeps too deeply for that. ----------

Razor mimics what he's observed all his life so he kinda curls into a ball, which to be fair a lot of people do too, legs curled up, but his is also kinda hunched over, however, he lets his arms stick out. But he's a restless sleeper (bb has dark circles y'know) and tends to come out of that position in his sleep and sprawl out. Also, before he goes to sleep he does the dog thing where they kinda curl around in a circle on themselves a few times before they plop down. Canines also sleep really physically close in groups and touching in some way, so he curls up against you, but actually prefers to cuddle up face-to-face rather than spooning in any way. Let's hope you're not a touch sensitive sleeper, because you'll also definitely have a very large animal sleeping against your back... And one touching your feet... And one breathing directly above you... You get the idea. Kinda terrifying getting woken by being hit in the face by a twitching paw the size of your head. Also, it's something he doesn't do around people when he's awake bc its embarrassing to him a bit when people stare at him and make weird faces in response, but he actually does communicate with his family with barks and growls and the like sometimes, so he does that in his sleep a bit. ----------

Albedo sleeps like a robot turned to an “off” setting. On his back, still, folds his hands perfectly on his stomach, fairly quiet, you could almost think it was a corpse if you couldn’t see the slight rise and fall of his chest and hear him breathe. But once he has you, he likes to be cuddly, so he kinda changes to being a side-sleeper.

He also sleeps like a rock. Worse than Diluc even. He either wakes up on his own, or it takes a lot of effort -- you will have to really shake him hard for him to wake up. It's kind of funny, it seems to contrast his personality a bit, since he's soft-voiced and a light eater, you'd almost expect him to be the same with sleeping, the traits sort of logically follow that he’s be a light sleeper. But nope, he's out light a light when he sleeps. But also it's not a wise idea to wake him up. He's not a morning person, can get in a really bad mood and grumpy over it. Definitely a "don't talk to me until I've eaten/had coffee/whatever thing he uses to wake up" kind of person. But he never sleep talks or even mumbles, doesn't even really move or toss or turn or fidget or anything like that. He sleeps, again, like a rock, completely still, but is also a heavy breather. Also can create dead weight as a result of his heavy sleep -- for most people, their subconscious when sleeping keeps them from this, but his limbs really turn into deadweight when he sleeps and can be too heavy for you to breathe (or you might want to use his heavy sleeping as an escape opportunity), in which case you have to peel them off, because he won't wake up.

He doesn’t sleep naked like Childe does, usually just in a plain sleeping shirt and shorts, but perhaps surprisingly for him, he does have a tendency for dreams of a specific nature. This can result in rather uncomfortable prodding against your back or stomach or thighs, and since he’s difficult to wake up, you’ll have to just try and sleep despite it. ----------

Xiao is a twitchy, uneasy sleeper when he chooses to sleep. Always twitching, jolting, tossing and turning, making irritated facial expressions, mumbling and huffing. Easily woken up. He normally chooses not to sleep, sees no point in it, but it becomes a comforting activity with a darling to hold. As time goes on and he starts to get a real sense of comfort from a darling, he kinda becomes the opposite, starts to sleep more still and more heavily. He eventually comes to depend on his darling and can't actually sleep without their presence, needs the warmth, the comforting knowledge of their presence, and something to latch onto and grip, although it's not as firm as Childe he still has a pretty firm grip. He just likes to hold, whether being big spoon or facing each other. It can get bad if it's facing each other because he usually sleeps in that way so that he's higher up than darling horizontally, to where your face is right at his chest rather than his head, so he might accidentally nearly suffocate you that way, but he wakes up with a few taps.

And you know that whole avian past thing? It's been thousands of years since then, so he doesn't really show it when he's awake, but when he's asleep, those long-since-buried tendencies come out a bit. As he dreams, his arms bend at the elbow and press against his sides for a bit, toes all curled up. Only to sprawl out later, accompanied by an ever-so-slight movement of said arms every few moments, a faint twitching. Sometimes, every now and then, you swear you've heard a high-pitched whistle-like sound come out of his mouth. You tell him it's cute. He just buries his face in his hands and asks you not to talk about it. ----------

Xingqiu also sleeps kinda like Albedo position wise, on his back/side, and very oddly perfect posture, but he's in contrast a light sleeper, will wake up fairly easily. He's another sleep talker as well, though, he might respond to some things you say, and the words are coherent, but his answers don't make any sense, and attempts at conversation will wake him up. Also, being the spoiled rich kid he is, not a morning person and very much needs a lot of sleep in order to not be grumpy. He tends to keep his hands curled into fists and close to his chest, but he still snuggles up against you. He's also one that needs perfect conditions to sleep -- complete silence, complete darkness, a perfect amount of blankets to be comfortable with the temperature, etc. He's also one that has a lot of bad dreams, sometimes nightmares, sometimes just weird, and wakes up a lot in the middle of the night. ----------

Chongyun is a stomach sleeper, but he kinda keeps one arm latched in some way -- sometimes slung over your body, sometimes in his sleep he grabs hold of your arm, clothes, or even hair. He tends to grip like that in his sleep, rather than just slinging his arm on something he holds things with his hands, and will also grab at the sheets. He still gets very close to you and snuggly, which is good, because you're going to be cold otherwise -- he sleeps without blankets, windows open if it's good weather, so you'll be grateful for the body heat if it's cold. Poor bb talks in his sleep, and it's always him reciting his little exorcism chants, it's actually kind of adorable. He takes a while to fall asleep, can be kind of annoying because he's the type to pull the "hey... are you awake?" just to ask you some sort of weird question at like 3 in the morning. ----------

Bennett is such a light and short sleeper, it's amazing that he manages to stay so energetic all the time. He sometimes takes naps, and sleeps in intervals, because he's got so much energy he literally can't stay asleep at night for longer than a few hours. He's not a sleep talker, but sometimes groans and grunts and such. Position is... all over the place. Sometimes he sleeps on his back, sometimes stomach, sometimes on his side, it just varies, and he switches positions multiple times throughout the night. Kinda cutely, he tends to smile, even lightly laugh sometimes, while he sleeps. Although he's a much lighter, shorter sleeper, he's a bit like Diluc in that he can fall asleep anytime, anywhere, no matter the conditions. Can be very twitchy as well, his legs twitch more than his arms do, like he's still running around on adventures in his dreams. ----------

Much to his embarrassment if you ever tell him, Scaramouche sleeps with you like a koala to a tree. Like, he starts off falling asleep just next to you, maybe barely touching, but once he's asleep he moves closer and latches on tight with his arms AND legs, chest pressed against your back, face on your neck, wraps an arm around you, wraps a leg over your leg, grip is incredibly firm, there's no escape, and boi does NOT let go unless you physically force him to wake up. Which can be difficult, as he's another heavy sleeper. He won't wake up to light or touch, but he'll wake up to noise, so you have to shake him and talk to him loudly. Doesn't talk, if you try to talk to him in his sleep he just wakes up. Also very much not a morning person and characteristically unafraid of being a dick to anyone that dares to wake him up. One nice thing is that being asleep is one of a very few times you'll see him look very... peaceful. He doesn't seem angry or annoyed in his sleep, his face is very neutral and soft. Opens his mouth a little bit when he sleeps, which can even be a bit cute. ----------

Kazuha moves around a lot. Always wiggling and shifting, tossing and turning. He has a tendency to cling to you with not just his arms, but hands too. Back when he slept alone, he would often curl his hands into fists and hold them close to his chest. Now, that manifests as him clutching at your clothes, or a hand around your arm or wrist. He's also an incredibly light sleeper, he has to be from his sort of on-the-run lifestyle, and can wake up at the slightest motions from you, despite constantly moving himself, so you have to remain still as a rock while he's tossing around. He's gotten used to gentle lulling motions after being on a ship so long, but not little motions right against him.

He's also, like Kaeya, prone to nightmares, but unfortunately those alone don't wake him up on their own -- he'll groan and fidget and jerk around when he's running and fighting in his dreams, and will likely need you to shake him awake. As far as time, he's gotten used to the lifestyle demanded of him and has learned to adjust to a short sleeping schedule, often needing to sleep in short intervals and constantly being woken up for this or that, sometimes only getting a few hours before having to get up again. But, if given the opportunity, he can sleep like a rock for hours and hours, if you'll let him, and if he feels safe enough when drifting off.

Also, while he sleeps clothed due to often needing to be up at a moment’s notice, he does, similarly to Albedo, have a tendency to get hard in his sleep. It’s not so much because of dreams, it’s just a sort of involuntary reaction his body has. And unfortunately, much to his embarrassment, it usually takes a while to go down in the morning too.

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Thoma is another member of the "needs his sleep" club. He tries to maintain his good nature, but if he can't get at least about 5 or 6 hours, he'll end up a bit easily irritable, gets dark circles around his eyes pretty easily. He's a moderate sleeper, pretty average in terms of how easy it is to wake him up, but that's highly dependent on how much sleep he's had -- if he's well rested, it's a lot easier to wake him up, but if he has had a few days where he'd been deprived of a good sleep, it's much more likely that he'll sleep more heavily, and be harder to wake up. He kinda lazily latches an arm over you, so it's a bit easier to get away, but he does wake up pretty easily to the absence of your presence in particular. He also prefers to sleep with you facing him, which can present a problem as you might wake up to feeling smothered when he will occasionally pull you in close to his chest, but he'll certainly wake up to you beating on him, poor thing. He's also pretty adamant on bedtimes -- he's fond of routines, and unfortunately goes to bed early. He gets tired at a very specific time, usually around 9 at night, and even if you whine about not being tired, he'll just drag you to bed with him, insisting you will be once you lie down, so it's unfortunate for night owl darlings. ----------

Gorou's tail swishes in his sleep. You can generally tell what kind of dreams he's having based on the movements -- in nightmares, it stiffens out, in pleasant dreams, it lazily wags back and forth. His hands and feet twitch a bit, running and fighting in his dreams. He has a tendency to sleep with his mouth open, and breathes rather heavily and loudly. He tends to sleep in intervals rather than straight through, much like a shiba, and gets to where he needs your presence to sleep, so you'll have to adjust to the routine, usually three naps a day, three hours each or so. He's a heavy sleeper, won't wake up too easily, especially not to light, seeing as his animalistic side is used to sleeping at night or during the day. It usually takes shaking him pretty roughly to wake him up. While this might sound like it presents an escape opportunity, it... really doesn't. His grip is like iron. Much like Scaramouche, he clings to you with his full body, arms and legs and hands, spooning you with your back pressed up against him. An arm under you, an arm around you, a leg around you, hands clinging to your clothes. It's pretty much an inescapable grip. ----------

Tighnari is a very light sleeper. His instincts are to wake at the slightest of noises or movements. See, in the wild, among his kind, Papa Fox must be ready at any moment to defend his den, and thereby protect his mate and kits. Tighnari retains some of that instinct, so when a noise or movement wakes him up, he snaps to full alertness within a single second, heartrate spiking, his eyes will go wide and he sits upright and looks all around for the source of the sound. It takes him a moment to realize it's nothing, and you telling him everything is fine certainly helps, but even then, he has to wait for his heart to calm down before he can fall asleep again.

Otherwise, his sleeping is quite cute, especially as it's uncharacteristic of his usual stern, dignified personality. He sort of curls up around you, wraps his tail over his hips where the end of it drapes over yours too. You can tell what kind of dreams he's having based on his tail movements. He doesn't rapidly wag his tail quite like a certain dog boy, but if it's slowly swishing back and forth, it means it's a pleasant dream, but if his tail suddenly stiffens and does more of of an occasional jerking, twitching movement, and his ears start to twitch too, it's a not-so-pleasant one. Sometimes, though, with pleasant dreams, he even gets some memory-based dreams from when he was just a little kit, and kneads at your chest and stomach with the heels of his hands, burying his face against your abdomen. Yes, you can tease him about this, and yes, he finds it very embarrassing. Use this to your advantage. ----------

Ayato's manner of sleeping depends on how his recent days have been going. When things are fairly easy and slow-paced, nothing much going on but the usual responsibilities, he's very easy to sleep next to. Stays perfectly still, very quiet, always seems very peaceful. He's also very warm, which makes him very comforting to snuggle up to, but be sure not to get too many blankets or you'll get a bit too hot. Still, with how still and quiet he is, it's like having a warm body pillow. He also tends to wear a traditional silk robe people (at least rich people) in Inazuma wear to sleep, which is also a very nice feeling against your skin. If things have been very busy and stressful lately, however, he's more fidgety. His eyebrows will furrow in his sleep, he'll toss and turn a bit, his fingers curl up into fists. When that happens, along with the occasional mumble, he also grinds his teeth really badly, which can get very annoying very fast. Thankfully, he wakes up very easily, you can just sort of tap him lightly and his eyes will open. Thankfully, out of necessity over the years, he's also the type of person that somehow manages to completely wake up in an instant, no grogginess or brain fog, so he just gives a soft hm? and an apology when you tell him he was preventing you from sleeping. Usually, then, you can get back to sleep before he himself falls asleep again, and hopefully the grinding won't wake you up when it resumes. That being said, having your presence is so comforting, so even under stress, those nights become far less frequent than they used to be. The only other potentially negative thing, depending on the conditions you prefer, is that he sleeps better with some white noise in the background. Thus, he usually leaves the window open, to let in the sound of waves in the distance. If you prefer that too, it's good, but if you're the type that needs silence, this can also become irksome very fast. ----------

Itto sleeps very heavily. This man could sleep through a literal tornado, a siren, anything. This becomes very problematic when combined with the fact that he has a tendency to nearly suffocate you in his sleep. He sleeps on his side, latches his arm around your waist... and squeezes. The squeezing gets progressively firmer, tighter, and eventually it wakes you up when you can no longer breathe. This means you have to start squirming around, banging your fist down on his arm until he finally stirs, mumbles something or another, and shifts back a bit so the grip relents... until it starts getting tighter again. Repeat this process about 3 or 4 times per night.

Even worse than this is a few other aspects: one, he falls asleep very quickly, usually only a minute or two, always falling sleep before you do. Two, he snores at the volume of a motor engine. Three, he insists on having Ushi in the same room (he gets lonely if he has to sleep alone!! What, would you be so heartless as to put him outside, you monster?). The only thing worse than sleeping with him, is sleeping in the same room as Ushi, because much like him, the bull snores. That sort of snore some animals have where he breathes out through his mouth and makes that droopy part of the bovine upper mouth make a flapping motion and sound. It's cute when you're watching him nap in the sun during the daytime. At night when you're trying to sleep, it is significantly less cute. So now you have not one, but two very loud snores in the same room, somehow always managing to get into this perfect rhythm where when one exhales, the other inhales, so the snore sound is literally constant. That's not even getting into the moments where Ushi occasionally decides he wants to sleep with you two and not on his mat. Given that Inazuman beds are on the ground, this means it is very easy for him to waddle his way over, decide that you are very soft and warm, and then rest on top of you to sleep. And yes, you get hoof directly on your limbs when he's climbing onto you, only to have the breath knocked out of you when he flops down on your stomach. Try to move him and he will immediately crawl back onto you. It's always you, too, no matter how many times you whisper no no no, get on him instead!, he fails to listen. He just likes you.

And then the bastard has the nerve to ask why you keep nodding off during the day. What's that look for? ----------

Heizou has a bit of an issue, ever since he was a kid: he sleepwalks. Like, it can get really bad, there's been times he's wandered outside even. It's honestly incredible, he can complete tasks, has eaten food in the past while asleep, and so on. However, the telltale sign that he's sleepwalking and not just getting up in the night is that he staggers and stumbles when he walks, and eventually falls over, which always wakes him up.

With you there, though, it really helps him out quite a bit. When he wakes up and gets out of bed, you also stir and notice it, and can usually quickly get out of bed, grab him by the shoulders and shake him a bit, and thankfully he wakes up pretty easily, usually disoriented and a bit startled. He yawns, mumbles a quick apology, and takes you back to bed. Thankfully, it's not a super repetitive thing, so it almost never occurs more than once in the same night. It does happen a couple times a week, though. Sometimes you think it's a miracle he's never accidentally injured himself somehow.

Other than that, he's very easy to sleep with: no snoring, no tossing and turning, he sleeps very quiet and still, tends to lie on his back, but pressed up against you still. If you intentionally try, though, you can get him to talk in his sleep, but his replies are usually nonsensical, if not unintelligible. He also is very difficult to startle awake -- he's used to waking up by falling down hard in bizarre places, so nothing really fazes him. He also takes teasing very well if you tell him he did something embarrassing while sleepwalking, he finds it funny and doesn't get upset or anything. ----------

Al Haitham is... undignified. Much like with Tighnari, it's something you can absolutely get him flustered over if you tell him about it when he's awake. His sleeping habits are a total contrast to his waking self's demeanor. He sprawls out, limbs going everywhere, often flopping down awkwardly over your face or shoulders. Mouth open, snores horribly, like the classic "Dad snore," loud and obnoxious. Drools all over the pillow (and unfortunately you if you let him get his face too close to your neck). He doesn't sleepwalk, but he does occasionally, for whatever reason, sit straight up in bed in his sleep, only to soon fall back down. It's nearly impossible to sleep through a full night when he's next to you.

His roommate has had to put up with this over the years, and has frequently made fun of him for it, but he still gets very embarrassed about it anyway. However, it's much worse for you, seeing as you're not only in the same room, but the same bed too. So for you, it's often less playful teasing, and more genuine irritation, seeing as it detracts from your own sleep.

Also steals covers. Absolute thief. Nor does he relent; if you try to pull the covers back to you, he somehow manages to keep an iron grip on them. Usually he ends up turning around so much they get wrapped around his body and you can't pull them off even if he isn't holding onto them. After your complain about this, though, he buys some extra blankets just for you... just hope he doesn't manage to steal those too and completely cocoon himself in all of them (yes, it has happened a few times). You find that you begin subconsciously developing a habit of clinging to the blankets in your sleep so that he can't take them from you. ----------

Cyno tosses and turns quite a bit. He can't seem to stay still. It's not so much that he has bad dreams or anything, he's just one of those people that needs to have specific conditions to sleep, and is easily stirred by the slightest of discomforts. If the temperature isn't quite right, too cold or too hot, he wakes up. If there's the slightest of sounds, he wakes up. If the room is too bright, or too dark (he needs just a little bit of moonlight), he wakes up. If he's thirsty, awkwardly positioned, etc, basically anything causes him to stir and he has to fix it or he can't fall back asleep.

The unfortunate thing is that this also means you will wake up. He moves around enough that it's bound to pull you out of sleep, especially if he has to get up out of bed. And his measures of achieving required comfort levels to sleep also often involve latching onto you in ways that are very uncomfortable and awkward for you. He doesn't have a crushing grip like some, but it's suffocating in a different way -- rather than spooning you, he manages to get to where you're facing each other, and pulls you into him so that your face is buried in his chest, and you can't breathe. Thankfully, though, he's pretty easy to pull away from, his sleeping grip isn't too strong, but it still wakes you up, and he'll go back to it when you fall asleep again.

Only about half the time, though. He alternates. Whenever he's not doing that, he's doing the opposite, pulling himself close to you so he can press his face into your chest. It's very comforting. There's no real consistency to which one he'll do, usually alternates within the same night, even.

Although perhaps the most amusing aspect of it is the next morning. Not only is he a bit of a grouch when he's still groggy and just waking up, but all that tossing and turning means that when he gets up, his hair is tangled and sticking out all over. These two things combined mean that he's very easily put into a bad mood when you start making fun of it when you wake up and see him. Stop laughing. Ugh. He gets no respect.

#atml #genshin impact x reader

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obeiii-mee · 4 years ago

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Hey! I have a really loud and particular laugh that seems to carry quite literally throughout my house and there have been many times people have bought it up with me (I can’t help it my laugh is just loud & contagious!!). Could I request the bros reaction to MC who quite literally is unable to laugh quietly and ends up being heard through the whole of the house? Thank you!🥰

This is so sweet, geez imma get cavities. I also have a very loud laugh and I startle people a lot when I start laughing so I get what you mean!

These HCs are probably written a lot better because suddenly I’m full energy and motivation-

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The Brothers with an MC who has a loud and particular laugh:

Lucifer:

-He’ll never admit it but whenever you start laughing or even smiling, he can’t really stop himself from doing it too

-Like, he looks at you as you start cackling about a funny meme Levi just showed you and he’s holding back a smile-

-Because, even though you have such a loud and some would say ‘obnoxious’ laugh, he thinks you just sound so precious

-He really struggles to show that he’s not affected by you as much as he actually is

-Even if you start laughing at an inappropriate time, he’d likely not even tell you off properly

- Would never say anything of the sort to your face, but he low-key admires you

-He thinks it’s amazing that a simple human like you that has experienced so many horrible things every since they arrived in literal hell, can have the ability to laugh so heartily even now

-If you’re in public and start doing your boisterous laugh, he will keep a stoic expression on his face

-There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks if you look close enough, though I doubt anyone is crazy enough to point it out

-In private though? Appreciate these moments y’all, because it’s one of the few rare times you’ll see him laugh freely

-Even when he’s around his brothers and trying to keep a straight face, you can see his lips threatening to curve upwards

-Basically, he thinks you’re baby and your laugh makes him feel at ease

Mammon:

-I head canon that he also has a very particular laugh because he gives off those kind of vibes

-He probably doesn’t even notice how loud you are when you start wheezing

-Normally, he’d join in and start laughing with you as the rest of the brothers take out their sound blocking ear muffs for the third time that day

-You two are loud ok?

-Poor Lucifer who not only has insomnia and is a workaholic, he also has two idiots giggling to themselves in the middle of the night

-When I said Mammon is trying to get a laugh out of you any hour of the day

-I mean any hour

-He will wake you up to just hear your voice and then proceed to run out as you start yelling at him

-Even if he were to notice it, the worst reaction you’re gonna get out of him is a bit of teasing

-“Ya sound like you’re dyin’ over there human. You alright?”

-When in reality, he’s even more smitten with you because your laugh is just another one of your amazing qualities

-Mammon does the stupidest shit in front of you to make you and hear you laugh because it warms his heart

-Even if he wouldn’t admit it, to you or to himself

-The only time he ‘doesn’t like’ it when you laugh is if you’re poking fun at him with his brothers

-That gets him all huffy puffy and sad

-For a minute, before he’s thrown himself onto you again

-Greedy for money and greedy for affection of course

Levi:

-ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap

-“YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE MAIN CHARACATER’S LOVE INTEREST FROM THIS NEW ANIME I’M WATCHING! IT’S CALLED: PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME I’M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND BUT I’M ACTUALLY NOT, THOUGH WHOA THEY HAVE SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH!”

-Catch him rambling about it for five minutes straight

-Before stopping abruptly, flushing from head to toe and starting to stutter like he forgot how to speak

-This usually has you laughing again, in a more sympathetic and encouraging way and he just...dies

-He doesn’t like his laugh, at all

-He thinks it sounds really awkward and tense

-So he’s low-key jealous about your rather impulsive laugh because it’s so sweet??? And amazing and cute??? Just like you???

-But at the same time, it’s hard for him to be jealous of it when he loves it so much

-Why do you think he keeps coming to you whenever he finds funny memes or compilations online???

-“I don’t expect a normie like you to understand but look at this.”

-He gets a stupidly cute kick out of knowing that he is the one making you laugh

-I suggest trying not to laugh too much while he’s playing video games because your laugh distracts him so much

-And he will throw his headset at you

-Affectionately of course

Satan:

-He doesn’t give much of a reaction besides a quirked eyebrow and a quiet ‘Oh?’

-Sure, he doesn’t really like it when his brothers are being noisy either because they’re laughing too loudly or because they are fighting gladiator style outside his room

-But you’re the exception

-The only person in that household that could get away with interrupting his reading/work is you

-May come as a surprise to some, but sometimes Satan does get worried for you

-If he hasn’t seen you in a while he might start thinking that something is wrong

-But then he’d hear you laughing from downstairs and he’d smile and think “Eh they’re alright.”

-He thinks your laugh sounds so much more endearing than his own psychotic laugh 🥰🥰🥰

-Will throw one of his precious books at any of his brothers if they make fun of the way you laugh

-Basically, he has the biggest heart eyes for you but he’s too good at hiding it

-Laugh with him whenever something embarrassing happens to Lucifer and he will be so pleased and happy for the rest of the day

Asmo:

-“MC my dear, has anyone mentioned what a wonderfully charming laugh you have? And that says something coming from me.”

-Asmo also has a very noticeable laugh

-Not exactly loud but it could be considered obnoxious (to his brothers) and he giggles all the time when he’s very excited

-Having Asmodeous as your partner is basically the same thing as dating your best friend

-Despite being the Avatar of Lust, your relationship with him is super healthy and even he takes comfort in that

-You’d both be chuckling to yourselves in Majolish or something because this bïtch is hilarious if he wants to be

-“Oh my Lord Diavolo! MC, look! I found the perfect outfit for Mammon!!”

-And it’s a Disney princess dress the size of a fuckn toddler

-You guys laughed so hard you got kicked out >:(

-But you ended up buying that dress for Mammon anyway lmaoo

-Spending too much time with Asmo is similar to the whole “I’m trying to be quiet in class but me and my friend keep laughing every time we look at each other”

-The way both of you have to strain yourselves from full on cackling when Lucifer has a go at either of you 😌

-Except you seriously can’t laugh because you will be ✨murdered✨

-“What do you mEAN YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR LAUGH, YOUR LAUGH IS GORGEOUS! NOT AS GORGEOUS AS MINE OBVIOUSLY BUT IT EASILY COMES IN SECOND!”

-That’s the kind of hype he gives you all day every day

Beel:

-The first time he properly heard you laugh was when you started making puns and you were laughing like crazy at your own jokes (samesies)

-And he just loves seeing you this happy because he gets happy and then he doesn’t even want to eat anymore, he just wants to hug you

-“I like your laugh. Do it again for me?”

-Your heart went doki doki

-It’s common for Beel to make you all flustered without meaning to and then you nervously start laughing again because you feel so awkward

-BUT your face brightens up so much when you start laughing or even smiling and he can’t help himself from complimenting you

-Your joyous and loud chuckles always cheer him up

-To the point where he completely forgets how hungry he is

-Took you a while to figure this one out but his mood sort of changes with yours??

-If you’re visibly sadder than usual, he his morale is also surprisingly low and he starts eating more than usual

-In comparison to when you’re all bubbly and doing that beautiful laugh of yours and he gets like these butterflies in his stomach instead of the usual pangs of pain and hunger

-So now he just wants to hear your voice in general on repeat for the rest of eternity

-Im not crying you are

Belphie:

-“You’re too loud dumbass, I’m tryin’ to nap here.”

-Will deadass throw a pillow at your face if you wake him up

-Like hes so rude and for what?

-He loves you and your annoying as fuck laugh, he really does I promise

-It’s a special, unique part of you and all that sappy crap

-But keep it up and you will have a very cranky boyfriend to deal with for the rest of the month

-He can be such an ass at times if he’s in a bad mood

-“I should tape your mouth shut.”

-“Kinky-“

-“Shut up.”

-But as much as he hates being woken up by somebody else, he would much prefer waking up to your voice rather anyone else’s

-You usually wake him up in the mornings to get ready for RAD and you start giggling every time he pulls a face at you and complains that he doesn’t wanna

-“What are you? An alarm clock?”

-And then he just sort of pulls you to him and goes with a completely straight face:

-“You’re annoying but you can be my alarm clock if you want to.”

-He’s either flirting or is so sleepy he’s being unusually soft hELP

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Thank you for reading! And for all the reblogs and follows. You guys don’t even know how much I appreciate your support. Especially at times when I’m not as motivated to write and now that the fandom has fizzled out a bit.

Also imma have to make a master list soon or something

Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me mc #🌸 comfort #⭐️ requests #☂️ demon brothers #💞 protective bois

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scarofthewind · 5 years ago

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Too Far || Slashers x Reader

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A/N: I had two requests that were kind of the same, which I will have below. Warnings, there is angst! Enjoy!

Request 1 by @brideofcthulhu10 : Hey! First of all I wanna say I absolutely love your slasher fics, very detailed, you have a lot of talent! (I mostly dabble with Lost Boys on my blog!) Anyhoo, I'm not sure if I sent this yet, but I was wondering if you could do Brahms reacting to an S/O who's usually very patient with him crying because of an outburst? Like she's his caretaker who usually can handle his fits, but one day he goes too far screaming in her face, breaking things, and she just falls apart?

Request 2 by anon: Hi!I was thinking of a request if you wanna do it ofc, with Michael Myers when he is stressed out about something and maybe neglects or takes it out on s/o and she gets reallyy sad and goes for a walk at 3am and he Wakes up and not seeing her makes him feel guilty and sad and starts getting a panick attack just when she is returning and comforts him,im sorry if I’m being so specific I just wanted super angst with fluffy ending with Michael being super needy 🥺 sorry if i bother you

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Brahms Heelshire:

You had never seen him so angry over something so small in the time that you’ve been with Brahms. Not even being able to recall what the fight was about, you stood there in the center of the room that had been utterly destroyed. The lamps that were on either side of the couch were beyond repair, the book case was tipped and all it’s remains were scattered on the floor and the glass topped coffee table had long been broken. Brahms circled you like a feral animal, the glare in his eyes made you look to the floor in fear. You jumped when you heard another object being broken behind you and a coaster went flying by your head from behind you, hitting the wall in front. The small dent in the wall from the coasters collision, reminded you just how strong Brahms was.

“You can’t do anything right!” He shouted; the sound of glass crashing followed his words. “Why do I even bother keeping you’re pathetic ass around?!” He shoved past you, moving down the hall to grab the coatrack and throw it to the floor. One of the ends broke off and rolled towards you but you didn’t dare move, or even breathe. Your heart pounded ferociously against your chest and you wondered how you hadn’t had heart failures yet from all the stress he puts you through.

“Honestly, I should just get rid of you.” Brahms continued his rampage, breaking things and ripping paintings off the walls. You had become so numb to his usual rampages, that you were surprised when you found tears pooling out from your eyes at his words. Suddenly turning around, he walked over to you and you did your best to tune him out. His words cut like a knife and all you could do was stare forward and pray that this would all blow over.

But even then, prayers have their limits. “Why can’t you understand that I can’t stand you? You’re nothing but a good fuck and that’s all you will ever be!” That was the icing on the cake. A gasp so silent, it cut through the quiet air, left your lips and that’s when Brahms realized exactly what he’d done. It was like a switch had gone off in his head and the anger was gone, replaced with a guilt and fear of abandonment. His hands moved to cup your face but you almost tripped moving back, his eyes widening at your actions.

Everything he said was a lie; you both knew it, but he still thought them up somehow and felt like unloading them onto you in that moment. “(Y/N), I didn’t mean it.” Brahms felt sick watching as you backed away from him into the nearest corner he managed to maneuver you in. All the thoughts in his head came to one conclusion: There was nothing he could do or say in that given time that would make you want to stay.

“Please, listen to me.” He begged, his eyes holding so much fear you almost didn’t recognize the man before you. Brahms reached out to you gently, touching your shoulders and then your neck and then your face. “I didn’t mean any of that. Please forgive me; don’t leave me.”

Your throat was dry and you had nothing to say, all you could do was stare. “I love you, baby, please talk to me.” You felt his thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks and his lips pressed kisses to your forehead. Brahms knew exactly how much he had fucked up and the guilt and shame were eating him alive. “My god, what have I done?” You tensed as he pulled you into a tight and possessive hug. Your arms stayed by your sides, not moving an inch as the words and his face full of anger, kept replaying in your head. “Don’t leave me okay? I can fix this; I’ll fix it, I swear, my love.”

Meaningless. Everything felt meaningless.

But you had nowhere to go and you loved this man, even with all his issues. So, you swallowed any pride you had left and hugged him back, hearing him sob just a bit as he swore up and down that you wouldn’t regret it.

Michael Myers:

You couldn’t remember how you managed to get out of Michael’s grip while he was sleeping, but somehow you ended up outside in the freezing cold of night, walking down the sidewalk. You had managed to snag one of Michael’s jackets on your way out the door and thanked god it covered you well enough.

It wasn’t like you and Michael didn’t fight; you did, a lot. Tonight’s was just different and hurt you in more ways than you thought possible.

“Can’t you fucking leave me alone for once?” Michael’s voice was harsh as he moved away from your hands that were on his back. You realized he’d been under a lot of stress lately and he hadn’t really been himself; you were only trying to help ease the tension.

“Sometimes I really hate you and I think ‘why in the world, did I end up with her?’.” You remember that being the moment your heart sank to your stomach. The cold glare in his eyes was real, not like all the other times he’s done it.

The moon made your shadow look odd as you watched the pavement before you, every now and then glancing around to see if anyone else was up. Your already puffy eyes burned with the feeling of tears again and you managed to choke them down. “I should’ve let your father kill you. I would be a free man right now.”

You made your way around the block, making your way back home. “The only time you’re worth it is when your warming my cock.” You stopped, having arrived back at the front door. Your fingers twitched at the doorknob and you wondered if it was really a good idea to go back in. Michael had apologized after the fight and resulted in him not letting you out of an arm’s reach. But still. Was it worth it?

The second you opened the door, the air felt wrong. Shutting it behind you and taking your coat off, you realized why. Everything was torn apart. The furniture was all over the place and some pieces were broken, the TV was shattered and various pictures on the walls were on the ground. Loud sounds of footsteps came from upstairs when you shut the door and Michael practically tackled you.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. The man who put on a ‘Mr. Tough Guy’ act was now trembling in your arms, pulling you closer to him with each passing second. “Michael.” You said calmly, gently stroking his back with your hands. You heard him sniffle and your made a mental note to remember this moment.

“Look at me.” Your voice was calming and you were there. You didn’t leave him like he thought. His eyes met yours and you reached up and brushed his tears away, moving his hair from his face and cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

He shook his head, his mouth too dry to speak from all the yelling he did while you were out on a walk. He’d woken up to your side of the bed cold as ice and all he could think was that you finally left him. He tore the house apart looking for you and when he couldn’t find you, he broke. This mountain of a man who hates showing one ounce of actual emotion, broke.

“That’s good. Can you tell me why the house looks like this?” You asked him, being very careful with your words as his hands once again pulled you against him.

“I-I was looking for you. I thought you left me.” His body shook as though the thought alone sent a chill down his spine. “You aren’t leaving me right?” His voice was so weak it was hard to remember what this man was actual capable of.

“Of course not, Michael. I couldn’t sleep and needed some fresh air.” You cooed, peppering kisses along his jaw and chin. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” You assured him, nuzzling your face under his chin and letting him hold you close.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean any-” You shushed him, wrapping our arms around his back.

“I know you didn’t mean it.” Your words were music to his ears and he pulled back enough to bend down and press a kiss to your lips. “Let’s go back to bed, okay? We can clean this up in the morning.” You told him as your lips parted; you led him upstairs and to your bedroom, not leaving his arms for the rest of the night.

#brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms: the boy 2 #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers #Halloween #slasher imagines #horror x reader #horror imagines #[✉️].request #🥲.angst #🍰.fluff

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morizoras-cave · 5 years ago

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Sleepyhead (Request)

MCU cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x gn!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Request Description: Hiya♥️could i please request a teen x marvel cast were they always find her sleeping and taking naps everywhere around set and they confront her about it and she says something about having to take care of her little siblings because her parents are never arohnd do she gets no sleep. Sorry if its to long.❤❤❤❤❤😍🥰

Warnings: irresponsible parents, negligence, slight insecurity, stress

(A/N): sorry this is kind of centered around benedict, i find these mcu cast x reader ones difficult. also im watching a belarusian war-movie from 1985 about the holocaust. its absolutely terrifying (im very serious, i’d be cautious for trigger warnings). if you’re looking for a horror movie or something, search “come and see movie” on youtube and you’ll find the entire thing there (:

At first, it had been sweet. A testament to the insomniatic youth, if you will. In every closet, behind every door, and on every soft surface, you could be found in between takes, snoring away.

They all agreed you were probably watching movies or playing games up late at night, computer screen illuminating your face. Or maybe you were chatting with your faraway friends. Either way, it was almost endearing to find you drooling on the couches scattered around the set.

Sweet and endearing at first, yes. But then the feelings about it, the longer it went on, the more your mature and well behaved personality clashed with the idea of you staying up all night, the more the feelings about your frequent naps changed.

To the set workers, the coordinators and overseers of the countless tasks on set, it became an issue.

“Where’s Y/n? We need them for the next scene!”

More often than not, several people would be running around set in search of you. And of course you apologized profusely when they found and woke you, but it didn’t matter when you never changed.

But to your coworkers, the talented actors and actresses on set of this huge movie production, it was concerning. Because you were their friend, undoubtedly.

When you would be pulled out a distant break room, rubbing your dark and drowsy eyes, mumblings would start among them.

“Are they okay?”

“They just seem so sensible, I don’t understand why they would stay up like that.”

And then there was you. Young and unfortunate you. Just trying to do your best, trying to please everyone. It was impossible for anyone to know how much you were juggling with.

You felt like a bird with a broken wing, still flying but bound to fall to its death. You knew it was too much. You knew it was only a matter of time before you broke.

Most teens felt stressed with just schoolwork, and then there was you. Battling long set days and huge mounts of schoolwork. And then the family.

Your parents that never seemed to be around. They were both working all the time and often left you and your siblings to yourselves. The problems with that was that you were the eldest, and your siblings were too young to take care of themselves. You were the one left to bring home groceries, to make dinner, to bring them to bed, and to help them with any of their schoolwork or difficulties.

And it was too much. Simply put it was too much for you. You had managed back when you were just another teen at school, but now you were in a movie, you had a JOB.

Usually you’d go to set and work your ass off, get home and help the kids all day, and then do your schoolwork in the night. You almost never got more than an hour or two of sleep, which was why you settled for small naps during your filming sessions.

You were so stressed, and you wanted to be angry, because in truth you had every right to. But you were too tired and too busy to be angry. Too focused on your siblings and doing good as an actor. But you would never want to involve your coworkers. You thought it would be embarrassing and unprofessional to involve them. So you carried the weight all alone.

“Wake up! Wake up!”

Someone was shaking you awake. You blinked your eyes open. A redhead set assistant was yelling in your face, grasping your shoulders.

She stopped when she saw your eyes turning to slits, before widening to look at her.

“Am I on?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. The lady scoffed.

“Are you on? Yeah, you’re on,” she spat and swung around, heels clicking on the floor, as she exited the break room briskly.

You were ashamed. Of course you were. You were so unprofessional and problematic. But you knew you had no other time to sleep, so this was your only option. The thought made you want to cry.

Instead, you stood up and walked to where the scene would be filmed, through several hallways and technical rooms, before you arrived to the large set.

Benedict, Robert, Tom (Holland), Chris (Pratt), Pom, and Dave were all gathered and ready to film. Your face was on fire, so you avoided their gazes, and just got into position to film the next scene.

Benedict and Robert exchanged glances as you yawned, but before they could talk to you (as it seemed everyone was getting fed up with your constant sleepiness) the director yelled “action”, and the acting resumed.

You all did the scene and you, surprisingly, did okay for having woken up about five minutes earlier. You continued doing several scenes for the movie all together, going through about three full scenes.

When the director was satisfied, everyone started scattering. You, rubbing your tired eyes, was already beelining for the break room, hoping to see an empty couch for you to crash.

However, before you could sneak off to catch some z’s, you felt a firm hand on your shoulder. You blinked, turning around and gazing at the person who had grabbed your shoulder. It was Benedict, Robert, Tom and Chris not fat behind him. He had a stern look on his face.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” your tone was casual, or perhaps too exhausted to express any real emotion, but inside you felt your stomach churn with anxiety.

“Why are you always sleeping?” Robert chimed in.

“Yeah, because if you’re up watching Youtube or whatever, you probably shouldn’t!” Tom said.

“Not that we’re assuming that that’s what you’re doing! It’s just- You know..,” Chris explained, voice full of panic.

You smiled softly. You recognized that they were coming from a place of worry. Then, your heart sunk slightly. You could cry. Again. Over the thought of your lack of time and your endless responsibilities.

“It’s nothing serious, it’s just..” you trailed off, trying to figure out how you could make it sound less sad. Things always sounded worse when spoken out loud, you found. “I have two siblings, and my parents are never around, so I’m kind of the person taking care of them.”

Your coworkers in front of you fell silent. You could see it on their faces. They didn’t like it.

“You?” Robert said finally, and you just nodded.

“So, you’re doing a movie, doing school, and taking care of your siblings at the same time?” Benedict repeated slowly, and once again you just nodded. There was nothing more to say.

“Why aren’t your parents there?” Chris asked in his serious-unserious voice.

“They’re working a lot,” you mumbled, disliking the collective attention on you. The thought of the couch made you yearn for some rest. You could tell that there were many things they wanted to do in that moment. They wanted to fix it all.

“Can’t you tell them you don’t have time?”

“I’ve tried that already. They say they don’t have a choice,” to this, both Robert and Benedict scoffed and shook their heads. You just watched with heavy eyes.

“Alright. Here’s what’s going to happen,” Benedict said quietly, eyes boring into yours, “I’m going to call a nanny to look after your siblings for a couple of days, don’t worry I’ll pay. You’re going to back to the hotel and sleep for at least 10 hours. When you’ve done that, and only when you’ve done that, will we talk about how we’ll move forward with your parents.”

You were quiet. You couldn’t stand up to your parents like Benedict wanted you to. You just couldn’t. They were busy and that was understandable.

Although, you had to admit, the thought of sleeping for 10 hours was enticing. Heck, worst case scenario, you could settle for 5! Your tiredness was like heavy cuffs and chains on your body, and Benedict stood with the shining, golden key right in front of you.

“Benedict, I- I can’t do that to my parents-”

“No, your parents can’t do this to you! This is absolutely outrageous!” He was frustrated you could tell. Robert seemed upset too, while Tom and Chris stepped back and let the adults handle it. Though, they seemed sad for you.

You went quiet.

“I just-”

“I don’t want to hear another word about how they’re somehow excused for their behavior. This is negligence, Y/n! This is too much for you and you know it! You’re exhausted and it’s so painful to see, so please. Just take me up on this.”

You sighed.

“Alright, then.” you said, body finally giving in to the attractive offer. Benedict’s face carried the ghost of a satisfied smile, before going back to the stone cold determination.

You drove to the hotel in Robert’s car and they booked you an extra room, knowing that your siblings occupied the other one. As soon as you could fall back on the bed, you were gone, body screaming for rest.

You woke up 14 hours later, feeling happier, brighter and well-rested. That feeling had been forgotten by you, but it was alright, you decided. Every inch of you blossomed with energy now.

As promised, Benedict had ordered a nanny for your siblings (the nanny was a lovely human being, and simply amazing with kids). Benedict, Robert, Chris and Tom has split the bill.

You called him when you woke up, and he dragged you to a restaurant, where the two of you had a long, long talk about why what your parents were doing was serious and unacceptable. He could tell he needed to explain it to you, because you, like many children, were ready to defend your parents’ at all costs.

Needless to say, after Benedict’s advice you didn’t have to go through that kind of thing again. You settled it with your parents (as well as your siblings), and after that you were so grateful that Benedict helped you out of that responsibility, because it wasn’t yours to have.

Benedict was just happy to help, the memory of seeing you sleep everywhere, now less endearing and simply painful. He didn’t like thinking about it, and so he tried not to, but rather focused on your laughter and bright smile. In truth, that’s the only thing that really mattered.

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kolsmikaelson · 4 years ago

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fwb part two- sidney crosby

word count- 1.1k+ | warnings- reader asks sid to fuck them. no actual smut. sort of implied fem reader(one sentence) talk of hateful comments. other than that i think thats it.| a/n - wrote this pretty quickly so hope you all enjoy. also rushed their ‘relationship’ a little but its for a reason:). gif creds to owner. join my taglist | kind of proofread.| part one feedback is appreciated:)

You arrive at the address Sidney sent you earlier that morning, but you sit there anxiously not knowing how this was gonna go. You know that the nasty comments from his fans would not be stopping until he said something, which makes you question being friends with benefits with Sidney at all. You know he would understand your reasoning, but you needed to speak to him before cutting it off. You’re brought out of your thoughts when you hear a knock on your window. You look up at sidney and sheepishly roll down the window. ‘’Hi Sidney. I’m sorry, didn't realize I had gotten distracted.’’ you sputter out sidney shakes his head with a soft chuckle, “ It’s alright. Come on in, we should probably have that talk now.’’ Your heart skips a beat, realizing you had forgotten your original reason of coming to sidneys home. You turn your car off and slowly get out and follow Sidney.

once your inside he leads you towards his couch and gestures for you to sit. “make yourself at home y/n. want something to drink? water? coffee? ‘’ he starts rambling trying to make you comfortable. you shake your head with a small laugh, ‘’ i’m okay sid, calm down.” you place a soft hand on his knee. his shaking leg stills at the feeling of your hand on his bare leg, just at the hem of his shorts. “ what was it that you wanted to talk about y/n?” he asks quietly. “ this morning jaz woke me up and showed me this,” you say pulling up the article to show him, knowing he doesn’t get on his phone much he most likely hasn’t seen it yet. his eyes widen upon seeing the photo of you both above the headline. “ i’ve also been getting some pretty ugly messages on social media since this came out.” you murmur before he can respond.

sidneys face morphs into one of confusion, “what the hell? why?” he asks angrily. you shake your head at him. “ you have some...possesive fans. they definitely do not like me.” you say in a quick breath. “can i see some of the messages?” he murmured softly.you nod softly pulling up your twitter and handing him your phone. you sit in silence watching him scroll through the many messages you had received over the past few hours. you could see his face morphing from anger to disgust. “these are- tell me you don’t believe what they’re saying. right? he cuts himself off not believing what his supposed fans were saying to you despite not knowing who you were.

“haven’t read many of them, kinda hard not to though. most of them are saying the same thing.” you shrug it off almost regretting bringing it up to him. “i really only brought it up because if we’re gonna continue this friends with benefits thing we have to be more careful. i don’t wanna stop this before it even begins, but i’m not sure if i can deal with messages like these daily.” you rush out. “i know, im sorry about them y/n. is there anything i can do to make you feel better?” sidney questions. your face lights up with an idea,”will you fuck me sidney?” he shakes his head with a laugh, “c’mon,” he mutters standing you up. he rests his hand on your cheek and leans down to bring you into a deep kiss. quickly kissing down your neck leaving love bites in his path. “bedroom or couch?” he mutters pulling away breathlessly. “both.” you say with a smirk.

————

you wake up a few hours later, sidneys heavy arm laying across your waist holding you close to him, and a good pain between your legs. you turn closer to sidney and press multiple kisses to his chest hoping not to wake him. you begin to think about how you feel about him. when you started this agreement you both said no strings attached. he was busy with his career and you with the new job you’d gotten with your degree. “i can’t fall for him. he’s way too busy for me.” you think to yourself. but little did you know that sidney had woken up and begun to think about his budding feelings for you. looking up at sidney again you see his eyes open and already looking down at you. neither of you saying anything, just admiring each other.

“sidney,” you begin catching his attention. “ i know its early and i know we said no strings attached, but i think i may be developing feeling for you. You dont have to return them and i can leave now and you never have to see me again if you want but i think it was necessary for you to know before we kept going with this. Just say the word and i’m-” he cuts you off with a kiss. “y/n..it’s okay. i don't completely know how i feel about you but there is definitely something there, can we just go slow please?” he trails off getting quiet, a small but noticeable blush rising to his cheeks. you had heard about how his last relationship ended,the girl whos name you dont remember, though you’re glad you don’t, had cheated then publicly said she didn’t care and had been using him.

“of course sid, we can go as slow as you want,”you mutter realizing you’d been lost in thought, while peppering his chest with soft kisses, assuring him you didn’t mind taking things slowly. “thank you y/n. my last girlfriend she..” you stop him saving from having to go into detail, knowing how much it must hurt talking about it. “ i know sid i saw, it’s okay” you say while pulling him closer to you. “huh how do you know? i didn’t tell you did i?” he rushed.”no, i uh may have been looking you up and saw it then.” you say embarrassed. a grin breaks out on sidneys face,” you were looking me up huh?” he teases, the conversation of his past relationship long forgotten. you playfully hit his chest with a quiet “shut up” before hiding your face in his chest trying to hide your embarrassment.

“was looking for your social media, hadn't realized you didn't have any.” you murmur into his chest, tracing patterns into his skin with your fingers. Sidney pulls you close to him while chuckling at your confession, “maybe i’ll make one for you one day.” you smile at his comment closing your heavy eyes. “Mhm yeah, maybe..” you trail off falling into sleep. Upon hearing your soft snores sidney kisses your forehead before closing his own eyes.

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omegawolverine · 4 years ago

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Braid Me a Home

summary:

"Braid my fucking hair, Theseus. Braid it.”

It had sounded like a plea falling from Techno’s chapped lips, blood caked under his nails as he sat in front of Tommy on a tree stump, slowly itching at his wrists.

“Wilbur told me to stop you if you ever started doing that-”

“Wilbur isn’t fucking here. Just...braid, Toms. Braid.”

A story about the Sleepy Bois being family, told through braids.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: child neglect, hurt/no comfort, canonical character death, implied/referenced mental health issues (like it’s obvious but there isn’t much detail to it), brief blood mentions (ik this fic sounds kinda angsty as hell but its not? imo its light angst)

a/n: first dream smp fic and im ALREADY projecting? christ. anyways. go easy on me pls this is far from my best work i just havent written a fic in like 5 months (more if you dont count the fucking chat fics) mm also i may have posted this like a week ago on ao3 just to test the waters and its already gotten way more comments and kudos than any fic of mine usually gets this early on so hopefully tumblr enjoys it too :]

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When Wilbur Soot was born, he came out crying, as most babies do. Covered in vernix and blood, he weighed just barely above the seven-pound mark, gasping out sharp cries that only a parent could truly stand, or worse—love. Though he was the second baby born into the family that day, he was fussed over far more than he would ever be again.

Technoblade, on the other hand, had barely made a sound when he came out, a trail of blood smeared across his forehead, almost as if it was meant to be there. He made small noises that were more akin to confused mumbles, weakly grasping at his father’s hair when he was eventually passed on for the second child to be welcomed into the world.

Only when both boys were held in their father’s grasp did Wilbur quiet down, his soft head leaning into his father’s beard as he stared wide eyed at the boy across from him. Though they looked similar enough, Technoblade’s nose was squished further back into his face, appearing almost snout-like to Philza. Of course Wilbur noted this, wiggling until their father somehow managed to get them pressed right up against each other with minimal damage done. Though Techno never stopped squinting like an annoyed old man at Wilbur, he allowed the other to press a fist against his nose, his eyebrows unfurrowing just the slightest bit at the touch.

From that day on, Philza was the father of two twin boys—a loud boy who cried easily, but always calmed down for his older brother, and a rather monotone one, who’s face seemed to be permanently stuck in a scowl, unless said face was being smushed around by the younger. And things worked like that for a while. Not forever, but...a while.

—

Philza taught Wilbur to braid on a hot Monday afternoon.

It had been a rough day for the boy, though Phil hadn’t a clue why. Maybe he had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed? Or maybe he hadn’t slept enough between bedtime and the time Tommy had started crying again, the youngest boy’s crib being right beside his head and all. Though it might’ve seemed cruel from an outsider’s perspective, Wilbur had been the one to ask for it. Something about Tommy being his little brother and how he needed to teach the boy the ways of the world in the same way Techno had taught him—because apparently that was all Techno’s doing now, not Phil’s.

Regardless, Wilbur had been a bit too snippy for Phil’s liking that day, complaining about every little thing they did until finally, the day was over.

Well, as over as it could be with Techno leaving mid foam sword fight, an annoyed shout of ‘I quit!’ leaving his mouth before he snatched up Tommy’s carrier and brought him inside for god knows what reason.

It had only been around four P.M. by that time—too early for dinner, yet too late for Phil to really demand the boy stay outside and continue to entertain himself with a brother who was clearly not entertained himself.

Details aside, Phil isn’t really sure how they got to braiding. He just knows at some point they did and by the end of their outside time, just before the clock struck six, Wilbur had made two thick, messy braids in his hair. They stuck out awkwardly, looking all too similar to Pippi Longstocking’s iconic hairdo for his comfort, but he’d be damned if he took out the braids his son had so happily rushed inside to show his older brother before demanding to do his hair as well. After all, Wilbur didn’t have long enough hair for braids, but Technoblade sure as hell did. It was only at his shoulder blades back then, brunette curls wrapping around his narrow shoulders and thin arms like thick vines.

Wilbur had always enjoyed brushing it out with his fingers and putting cute, handmade clips or flowers in it at random, decorating the waves for his brother who was more than happy to let the boy do as he pleased. Though he would never admit it, Technoblade liked how it felt when Will played with his hair. He was always careful not to tug too hard, prioritizing the comfort of his other half more than the beauty of his work, as he so often referred to it.

So when Will had presented him with the mess that was his first two braids, he wasn’t hesitant at all to let the boy practice on him. Instead, he walked to the couch with a small smile, removing his glasses gently and getting comfortable before his brother plopped down into the space behind him. Long legs draped over long legs with no warning, thighs pressed together as if they were meant to be like that all along—and they might as well have been, for how often they did this.

Phil had watched them from the doorway in content silence, Tommy sitting behind him in a wooden high chair looking bored, but not making a fuss for once. And as he left that doorway to begin dinner, he listened to their muffled conversation and soft bursts of laughter with a small smile on his lips, for he knew things wouldn’t always be this way. They would have to grow up eventually, and when they did, things would change. Phil could only hope it was for the better.

—

When Tommy turns nine, Wilbur teaches him to braid under circumstances not too different from the ones he had learned under himself.

Well. Not too too different.

Philza and Technoblade had been...busy as of late. In the house for three days, out for a week, in for a week, out for three more, over and over and over again. Wilbur had become more like a father to Tommy in recent months than he should’ve been, his fourteenth birthday fast approaching as their father took Techno out for yet another job, one that Wilbur couldn’t come on because he was too fucking weak to do anything Techno could do, too fucking stupid to learn all the techniques Techno did, lacking all the strength and agility his older sibling possessed, like the useless prick he was-

Right. This is about Tommy.

When Tommy was nine, his hair rested gently against his collarbones in the exact same cut and color as their father wore. If Wilbur was a lesser man, he would’ve hated the kid for it, but it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t see what a selfish git their father truly was yet. All he knew was that their dad was busy a lot and that, for some reason, Techno needed to go with him. Apparently, that was enough for him to keep holding onto the idea that one day, the man would stay longer and maybe, just maybe, show him some of the same care that his older brother did.

If Wilbur was a better man, he would tell Tommy the truth. He would tell him all about the way Philza had called him useless in a fight, forcing him to instead stay home and care for a child while still being one himself. He would mention how Philza had given him no instructions on how to care for a developing child, how he left out key details to parenting on his own as a goddamn thirteen-year-old, yet remembered to tell him things would be better this way because god forbid he does his fucking job as a father for anyone but Technoblade—

Who he missed. He missed Technoblade, his other half, so fucking bad it hurt sometimes—so bad it left him gasping for breath at two A.M., his head pounding in tandem with his uneven heartbeat, lungs burning as his snot and tears soaked into his brother’s cold, cold sheets. And it made him feel fucking pathetic because the truth of the matter was that...Techno had left him behind too. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to hate the older boy, no matter how hard he tried. Couldn’t hate Philza either, if he were to be honest with himself, but it was a lot easier to pretend he did when his father was the one putting them all in this position to begin with.

So, Tommy was nine when he learned how to braid.

Phil had promised him and Techno would be back Tuesday morning.

It was Wednesday afternoon.

Tommy didn’t fucking understand, and as frustrating as it was that the prick decided to take it out on Wilbur, he couldn’t blame him. Who else was he supposed to take this shit out on? Certainly not the man who had yet to return.

Wilbur had started the braid as a way to distract him. It was simple, really—tell him you know something he doesn’t and that he won’t get to know if he doesn’t sit the fuck down and listen.

When he had started tugging the boy’s hair back from his face, his immediate reaction was to jerk away, swatting at the hands that hovered over his shoulders. This only happened once or twice more before he let it happen naturally, his posture stiff as Wilbur ran his fingers through the boy’s hair with practiced ease.

Though it may not have seemed like it, Tommy was significantly more averse to touch than Techno had ever been. The only reason Techno even seemed averse to it was because of his hesitance to initiate, something he and Wilbur had discussed in depth. Rejection was one of the few fears Technoblade truly had and Wilbur held that fact close to his heart, ready to die with it if need be. Tommy, on the other hand? He was very particular about where and when and why someone was touching him, and it had taken Wilbur a long time to get used to that fact. But, he wasn’t about to make his little brother uncomfortable just so he could be happy and, eventually, he learned the ins and outs of how to touch TommyInnit without causing issue.

Pulling a few of the shorter strands towards the front of Tommy’s face loose, Will separated the blonde’s hair into three sections. They were rather small, what with how thin and short his hair was, it just barely being long enough to even have a proper braid in it, but Wilbur knew he could make it work.

“Now, Toms, you gotta listen to me here, because I can’t show you this bit, yeah? Phil and Tech aren’t here, and my hair is too short, so you’ll just have to feel it out for now, but...this is how you braid hair-” Wilbur had said in a soft voice, brushing the pad of his thumb over the boys neck slowly to ease the tension out of his shoulders. The effect was immediate, the boy slouching forward as if he had just noticed he was holding himself so sternly. Smiling softly, Wilbur instructed him on how to weave the strands together, answering questions and pulling lightly at Tommy’s hair so he could feel exactly where everything went. After he was done, Tommy had reached back to feel the bumps in his hair, all his earlier anger seemingly gone as he gave a small smile. And then he tried it himself.

Of course he got a bit of help at first, Wilbur’s larger hands guiding his own with gentle corrections, but after that Tommy worked on it alone, his older brother watching in silence from a patch of grass beside the porch step.

That night, Tommy and Wilbur slept in Techno’s bed, a soft, blue blanket wrapped tightly around them. And if another body woke them up at some point that night, shoving its way into the mess of limbs, their chest pressed right up against the youngest boy’s back, then that was only for them to know.

—

At eleven years old, Tommy takes a pair of scissors to his hair. With flushed cheeks and salty lips, his hands shaking and his eyes foggy, he cuts, cuts, cuts, until he can no longer braid his hair—until he can no longer look like fucking Phil.

Even though Wilbur had once said he hated Tommy’s long hair—hated how similar he and their dad looked—he felt like crying as he ran his fingers through the uneven strands. He didn’t tell his brother this though, instead grabbing his face and planting a wet kiss on his freckled forehead. In a fierce whisper, Wilbur had said, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Tommy. So fucking proud.”

Tommy never forgets the way he felt that day. He doesn’t forget Wilbur’s words either.

—

When Wilbur loses his last life, Technoblade tells Tommy to braid his hair.

It wasn’t a question either, but a demand forced out between gritted teeth, his face red, his nose stuffy and his lashes wet with unshed tears. Still, his words were clear as day.

“Braid my fucking hair, Theseus. Braid it.”

It had sounded like a plea falling from Techno’s chapped lips, blood caked under his nails as he sat in front of Tommy on a tree stump, slowly itching at his wrists.

“Wilbur told me to stop you if you ever started doing that-”

“Wilbur isn’t fucking here. Just...braid, Toms. Braid.”

Tommy sniffled, but did as he was told.

Maybe it was because he was too tired to argue with the only person he even had left. Maybe it was because he could tell Technoblade was mad at their father for the first time in his life, and he knew how bad his first time had felt. Or, maybe, it was just because he knew Techno fucking cared. Nobody else seemed to, but he knew Techno did and...that was enough for him.

As long as someone else cared—as long as it was fucking Technoblade—that was enough for him.

Just as Tommy had finished the braid, curling his finger around the light pink tail that tied the whole thing off, Techno yanked it forward. Before he could even register that the hair had left his hand, the older boy had taken an axe to the top of it, letting the rest of his hair fall around his face in uneven curls. Though it was a good ten minutes of work wasted, Tommy couldn’t say a damn thing as he watched Techno pocket the braid, muttering a thank you and heading in the direction of Wilbur’s unofficial grave.

In that moment, he felt relief for the first time in a long while.

—

Wilbur Soot was born covered in vernix and blood, weighing just barely above the seven-pound mark, and he came into the world much like he left it. Everyone had heard his cries—even if they weren’t there, even if they didn’t know him well—they had saw the way he spiraled, desperate and afraid and paranoid, searching for help, but never receiving enough.

And though he was the second child born, he left the world first, returning in a yellow sweater with a small braid tucked behind his ear. He didn’t really know why he had one, but he remembered braiding Techno’s hair and he remembered teaching Tommy how to do his own and he remembered, he remembered, he remembered the braids.

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i-simp-for-gintoki · 5 years ago

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Bokuto and Kuroo reacting to their s/o collapsing

“bokuto and kuroo with an s/o who passed out mid volleyball matxh? like shes playing a game and over worked herself and just kinda passes out?” -anon

Wow i should also rewatch haikyuu to get their personalities better shouldnt I? Definetly made bokuto more dramatic than he is(or did i? idk anymore)

Kuroo:

Kuroo watches your games as much as possible and you do the same

If he’s not busy with practice or his own games he’ll stop by to watch

Currently he was standing by the gym doors watching your team play

And you were winning too!

Though Kuroo noticed somethin was up

Yes playing sports was tiring but you seemed a bit too tired for his liking

Seeing you breathing super hard and slow movements inside his head he was growing more and more concerned

‘Why isn’t the coach taking her out? She’s clearly beyond exhausted!’

“One touch!” your teammates yelled

Kuroo watched as you looked up at the ball, managed to take two steps before completely falling limp

Immediately the whistle is called

Kuroo does not care anymore and jumps over the small borders and runs to your side

If you had collided with someone he’d wait till your out of the court but how could he just ignore you when you full on collapsed??

He doesn’t necessarily push anyone out of the way, but he does make sure hes immediately next to you

“Y/n! Hey!” He yells holding your hand

Hes too scared to actually move you around

His thoughts are a complete mess

Kuroo may look simply wide eyed outside but he was screaming and freaking out inside

How could you just collapse like that? Are you okay? Is this normal?? You ARE still breathing right?!

The coach tells him to give you room to breath along with the other students and so they listen

He may have snapped a bit at the coach for not taking you out when you clearly were exhausted

By the time the doctors are running in you wake up and look around confused but still exhausted

“Huh? What happened??”

In a flash your pulled into a hug by Kuroo

“Tetsu? Why are you in the court?”

The medics take you away from the court and kuroo follows and explains everything that happened

Your not allowed to play for the rest of the game which makes you upset but you understand

You realize kuroo has been oddly silent

“Tetsu?”

“Do you realize how scary it was? To see someone you love randomly collapse in front of you? And having no clue what to do??” he says hugging you once again

You reassure him that your okay and give him plenty of kisses

After that he gives a very very long lecture on how you shouldn't over exert yourself like that again and why its so dangerous for you

He’ll eventually make light hearted jokes about it before games

“Try not to pass out again” “tetsu that was one time!”

Bokuto(featuring Akaashi):

Similar to Kuroo, he’d do his best to watch every game

And boy is he a huge fan boy

Probably has a headband with your name on it and screams into a plastic cone

“GO GO Y/N!! LETS GOO!”

Over all extremely hyped seeing you guys play

If you guys lose he’ll probably cry too

He had just finished his own game and immediately went to watch yours

He was still covered in sweat and wearing his jersey but that didn’t stop him from very loudly cheering you own

It doesn’t matter what position you play, setter, spiker(he will extremely over the top hyped if your a fellow spiker),blocker or libero he will cheer you on like your in nationals

Akaashi had joined him to watch your games and this is one of those times

You cant date bokuto and not be friends with Akaashi sorry

“Doesn’t l/n-san seem pretty tired?” akaashi commented and bokuto simply smiled

“Well she is doing her best! She’s the number one player after all!” He said in a confident tone before going back to cheering you

Though bokuto did notice you were starting to look tired, he simply thought it was because you have yet to be swapped out with someone

Currently, you and the other team was going through a very very long ralley and every time the ball was hit Bokuto shook Akaashi around, eager to see the outcome of this rally

You guys managed to spike it down on their side and he let out a very loud cheer

But a sudden thunk made the court go silence

Watching you fall over bokuto swore his world literally shattered

The color from everything vanished and was replaced with a gray hue

Akaashi didn’t even have time to react to bokuto’s yell of your name

Bokuto took a fast bolt to your side and was literally sobbing as he clutched you in his chest

“Bokuto-san! You need to let the officials handle th--” “Y/N!!! DONT DIE ON MEE” he screamed shaking you around with tears just flooding out of his eyes

It took a teacher and akaashi to pull him away from you and oh my gosh he was just max depressed

Sitting outside the nurses office, It only took a few minutes for you to wake up and it took all of akaashi’s strength to hold bokuto back from tackling you into the floor

You had just woken up you don’t need to be knocked out again

Once the nurse and doctor clears you up, akaashi released bokuto and he just glomps onto you

Crying and sobbing he brings you into a tight hug as he nuzzles his teary and snotty face into your neck

“I-I thought you had diieed!” He sobbed and you could only quietly sush him and rub his back

“Are you alright l/n-san?” “I think so, the nurse told me im not allowed to play for the rest of todays game or next practice. Just need to rest and drink water and i’ll be okay” “Well thats good”

“Y/n-chaaan please never leave me!!” bokuto cries more

In the end its you consoling and taking care of bokuto instead of the other way around

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader

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thetomorrowshow · 4 years ago

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unless you take your army back

Hello and welcome to the sequel to my work i will make the sky collapse! You honestly do not have to read the first one to understand this one--the first was a Crutchie-centric whump-focused refuge story, and this one is about his recovery and Jack coming to terms with what happened (and maybe some,,, sprace).

So yeah! This is chapter one! Content warnings will be posted at the beginning of each chapter :) This is a queued post, so as soon as I have time to post it on AO3 I’ll update this with the link.

cw: blood, brief description of injury

On the same day they won the strike, there were a good dozen kids clamoring to be a newsie, appearing out of nowhere with the sole purpose of bothering Jack. He didn’t really want to care--they could be a newsie all they wanted--but the problem was they all needed a start-up fund. They all wanted Jack to foot the cost of their first papes and first week of room and board, and though he had just gotten a job offer and an improved living overall, he just didn’t have the time or money to train so many penniless kids. So he sent them to Spot Conlon, of course.

It was pretty clear that these kids all came from the Refuge, which had just been shut down by the governor. Jack had never been happier than he was when he saw the cop drag Snyder away in chains. The nagging question that was slowly coming to the front of his mind, though, was where was Crutchie?

Katherine had been here for the short celebration, but had seemed distracted and had left almost immediately, without giving Jack a chance to ask after his brother. He wanted to go look for the kid, comb through the Refuge and the streets surrounding it, but Davey had regretfully told him he couldn’t leave. He was the union leader, and a nice official union it was at that. He actually couldn’t even sell right now, he had to return to Pulitzer’s office and continue working on a bunch of paperwork registering the union or something. Pulitzer had told him that they would be working together occasionally due to his new position as leader of the Newsboys Union, which apparently meant that whenever there was a problem on either of their ends they had to include the other in their solving of the problem. It made sense to Jack, what he didn’t get was why he had to read a billion papers telling him it made sense.

Katherine did not ride with him and Mr. Pulitzer in the carriage back to his office, and she didn’t come and see him when he left late in the afternoon, but maybe she was just at work. There was a lot to report, after all. Jack wished it didn’t hurt. There was no way it was intentional, they all had a lot going on right now. It wasn't like he'd gone looking for her, after all. He'd see her tomorrow, cross paths on the way to work.

What with all the stressful arrangements and intense discussions, Jack was more tired than he usually was by the time he entered the lodging house. In later days, he wished that he had spoken to Mush, waiting anxiously outside. He wished that he had not gone with Pulitzer to his office, and instead sought out Katherine straightaway. Most of all, he wished that he had gone personally to the Refuge, made sure to set those kids free himself.

He didn’t do any of those things, though. Instead, he walked home from Pulitzer’s office, nodded to Mush, and went straight inside.

Katherine was there, which was odd, but certainly not unwelcome. According to Race, she had spent time with them without him, just celebrating with them and getting to know them all. That was fine, but most girls didn’t seek out a bunch of street rat teenage boys as preferred company.

Not only was Katherine there, but half of the newsies were seemingly just waiting by the door, dropping what they’d been doing and standing to stare at him. Sure, Jack was something of a celebrity now--and he had betrayed them more than once, which could be the reason also--but they looked almost guilty.

“Jack,” Katherine started, and Jack saw that sorry look on her face and his heart dropped. What could this be about? He’d been with Pulitzer all day, so it wasn’t like the old man had turned on them. Where was Crutchie? Was he--he couldn’t be. Right? No.

“Jack,” she said again, and now she was crying. Jack wanted to kiss the tears off her face, tell her she never needed to cry again, but he couldn’t. He had to know--his stomach was roiling, threatening to toss up whatever bite he’d eaten earlier. Something had happened, and it--it couldn’t be--

“It’s Crutchie,” Katherine said, and Jack had a brief moment of huh, so that’s how swoonin’ feels before he was on his knees. He can’t have died. Crutchie was--well, Crutchie. He was just as capable as any newsie, could sell papes twice as well as half of them, and was stronger than anyone Jack knew--certainly far stronger than himself. But if Snyder--if the Refuge--if--

“He’s alive,” Katherine hurried to say, kneeling on the floor beside him, and Jack let out a choked laugh, only just realizing he was crying.

“Ya couldn’ta said that sooner?” he asked weakly, and Katherine sniffled, trying to regain composure.

“He’s alive,” she repeated, “but he isn’t doing well at all. He wanted to see you, but I think he’s still asleep.”

In seconds, Jack was back on his feet, pulling her up with him. “Let’s go,” he said, pulling her towards the bunkroom. “I gotta see ‘im.”

He ignored her cries of “Jack, wait, you have to know--” and took the stairs two at a time, yanking open the door as soon as it was in front of him. The room was dead silent for once, and only one bed was occupied (despite the fact that he’d told Romeo to rest up today after the strike). Over by the open window on the far wall, a figure was laying in the only bed without a top bunk (the one that belonged to Jack, seeing as he was in charge).

Jack could barely hold back a retch as he came closer, seeing the matted hair crusted in blood, but sticking straight up, same as always. Crutchie was sleeping almost peacefully on the bed, the blankets tucked around him messily, as if one of the boys had tried his very best to arrange it like a mother would. His face was swollen and cut up, almost unrecognizable as his brother, though his neck was what caught Jack’s attention. A brownish-purple bruise in the vague shape of a gripped hand was found there, where the fingers had dug in marked by little round black bruises, a sick imitation of a constellation crossing his brother’s throat.

Jack’s fists curled into tight balls as he stared down at Crutchie, seeing red. The rest of his body was hidden by the covers, excepting a stiff arm that was tightly wrapped in gauze. The collar of his undershirt was the only part of his clothes visible, and it was stained brown and torn.

There were two sides of Jack warring for dominance. One screamed at him to storm down to the county jail right this moment and give Snyder everything he deserved. The other side tried to pull him to the floor, weeping at Crutchie’s bedside. Jack fought both, not wanting to seem weak in front of Katherine, who was watching him with that soft-concerned look on her face that he had already come to know too well. He needed to get alone, needed space, needed a moment to cope with what he’d just been confronted with so that he could best help Crutchie later.

Jack calmly left the room, replying something along the lines of fine, just need a minute when Katherine asked tentatively if he was okay. Then he walked slowly down the steps and through the main room, where all of the newsies watched him silently. He nodded vaguely in their direction. Luckily, none of them asked any questions. If they had, Jack wasn’t sure that he would’ve been able to hold back the sobs.

Finally he was outside, and here he could run. Run he did, all the way around the side of the building and up the fire escape, running and running until all that existed was the clang! of his feet against the metal and the wind rushing past his ears. Then he was climbing the ladder to the very top, where only a week ago he and Crutchie had woken, excited to start striking for real.

Jack had woken early that morning, and had taken the time to sketch out the New York skyline against the starry night sky. It was a frequent subject of his, but that morning he had filled in himself and Crutchie, sitting on the roof closest to the perspective, curled up and reaching toward the stars.

When Crutchie had gotten up, they had made mundane small talk, both trying to hide nervousness that showed too plainly. They eventually stopped talking around it, laughing and joking about it directly, before deciding--no, vowing--to not let the other come to serious harm or danger. Then they had gone downstairs, ready to wake the other boys and get on with the revolution.

The last promise--maybe the last one ever--that Jack had made to Crutchie, and he’d broken it not even hours later. On the rooftop now, Jack kicked the low wall angrily, then again and again. What was wrong with him? How could he focus so intently on these--these mundanities, paperwork and politeness and whatall, while Crutchie was suffering so? How had he not been here for him, when he arguably needed Jack more than anyone else at the moment?

He kicked the wall one more time, then threw himself to the floor. What kind of leader was he? He’d betrayed everyone, almost left Crutchie; then when he’d gotten his head on the right way, he hadn’t done anything to make sure the kid was all right!

“Jack?”

Katherine. She would come up here, tell him it was okay, that it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t want that. It was his fault, and he couldn’t have anyone denying it or he might just explode.

“Leave me alone,” he called back, barely keeping his voice from breaking. Silence, then a sigh and the sound of soft footsteps going down the fire escape. Good.

Jack drew his hands across his face, taking in a shuddering breath. He had to pull himself together. He couldn’t dream about leaving anymore, that would just make things worse. He had to be here for Crutchie, and the other boys. Prove that he wasn’t a scab.

He hadn’t eaten any supper, but he didn’t really care. It was dark enough that he shouldn’t have a problem resting. Add it to the tired ache in his bones and he’d be out in no time. He’d get up when everyone else went to bed, then he’d stay up the rest of the night with Crutchie, be there in case he had nightmares or woke up. He had to be there for him. He had to.

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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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You Can Make It Up To Me

Ok sorry if its too late or its already been done just thought id ask anyway, for the 1000 followers celebration why not throw it back to the early days, what about a sequel to "I'll make it up to you" based on another time rog comes home after being away for a while? Maybe reader cant keep to her promise this time? 😊 have been hooked on your writing since I read that fic!! ❤

I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rog, sub!Reader, edging and denial, chastity belt, oral sex (male receiving), facial, mentions of spanking though it doesn’t really feature, mentions of cockwarming though it doesn’t really feature either, it’s really just a fuckload of edging lmao

Words: 9,307

A/N: Listen, ya’ll should know by now I have a denial kink. You suggest a fic with edging and i fucking run with it.

This was another request from my 1000 followers celebration roughly a year ago. Apologies to the person who requested it for taking so long, I hope you’re still around and you see this!

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You’d thought edging for a week was hard. Oh how wrong you’d been. A week was a piece of fucking cake compared to the two months you’d been asked to endure this time. Stupid Roger. Stupid you. You’d been a fool to agree to the edging challenge again. You let Roger sweet talk you and convince you it’d be fun and hot and maybe he was a little bit right. Maybe you were turned on just from the suggestion of being edged for an extended period of time. He knew that and he used it against you as he cooed about how much he loved seeing you desperate and how good it had been last time he’d been away and how much fun you’d had playing with it all those times since, but they’d all been so short and wouldn’t it be fun to go for longer. And that was all very true, but you’d still been an idiot to agree to it. Two months! What had you been thinking? You supposed it could be worse. They could have been doing the whole tour in one hit, leaving you with much longer to get through. But that was by the by really. You’d never have lasted longer. You hadn’t even lasted the two months you’d agreed to. Roughly half a month from Roger’s return and you’d fucked up. Gone over the edge without meaning to. And he was going to call at the previously agreed upon check in time and you’d have to tell him and then be punished when he got home. Maybe you could distract him, get him talking about the tour and stuff. Technically you were meant to save all the chatting for the end of the week when he could call earlier and spend longer on the phone but maybe he’d be so homesick he’d forget about the rules you’d agreed on. Or maybe you could just lie about it and get back into your edging routine and still be the same drippy mess he expected to find waiting for him on his return. Ten minutes until he was supposed to call. You had to make your mind up now.

“Love?” “Hi Rog,” You were still apprehensive about the call but the weary drawl in his voice softened your worry, “you sound tired.” “Only just got back to the hotel, how’s my girl?” “Good, how are you? How’s the tour going?” “Love, you know this isn’t a social call, it’s a check in.” Damn. So much for distracting him. “Sorry, I just miss you.” “I miss you too Y/N.” “So let’s just talk for a minute.” A feeble last ditch effort really. “We can talk. About how your edging is going. Tell me what my slut’s been up to.” Double damn. “I’ve been edging Sir,” “Good. How many times today?” “Six.” “Only six?” “I, uh, I got caught up doing o-other things and, um, didn’t have as much time today,” you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. “Is that so? This from the same slut who told me about how she’d been so desperate while driving the two minutes to the supermarket that she’d pulled over halfway to knock one out.” His weariness seemed to evaporate with every word, “What were you doing that was so distracting?” “I- um, it was, um,” He let you stutter and sweat a little before he cut you off, “I’m starting to think you weren’t too preoccupied. I’m starting to think you disobeyed me.” “It was an accident,” you sighed, “I was edging and I slipped up and came. I’m sorry.” “Oh, love, that’s okay. Mistakes happen. And I know we’ve never done it for this long before and it must be so hard to keep stopping.” “It’s so hard!” you half laughed, relieved at his reaction. “I know. You’ve done so well.” “Thank you,” “But you know I will have to punish you when I get home right,” “Sir?” “Not because you slipped over the edge, that I understand completely. But you tried to hide it from me. So you’ll have to make it up to me.” “Yes Sir. How?” “I’m not sure yet. Have you edged much since you went over?” “No, I haven’t touched myself at all. I wasn’t sure I could start again and keep up with it.” “That’s okay. You did such a good job getting this far so we’re not going to worry about edging any more for these last…how many? I think ten days of the tour, whatever. You can have as many orgasms as you want. But I want you to keep count for me okay?” “Okay, yeah, I can do that.” “Yeah? That’s my girl. Why don’t you run grab your vibrator and let me hear you have one now,” “Now?” “I need something to wank to if I’m going to get to sleep any time soon.” “Right, give me two minutes to grab it.” “Take your time, love.”

You hurried to the bedroom to pull open the draw where you kept your toys, not wanting to keep Roger waiting longer than you had to. Your fingers slipped a little as you quickly plugged it into the wall and positioned yourself, picking the phone up and pressing it back to your ear. “Okay, I got it,” “Let me hear it,” You turned it on for a couple of seconds. “Good girl. Now, what are you wearing?” Despite how worn out he must have felt Roger took his time. He made you describe the underwear you wore and told you how he wanted you to touch yourself over your knickers, made you tease yourself while he listened. He told you where to put the vibrator and on which setting and for how long. And you followed every instruction as best you could. You could feel the weeks of edging like every unachieved orgasm was gathered in the pit of your stomach. They made you ache for release. You told Roger as much, less eloquently, begging and whining rather than full sentences. There was a fear he’d lied about letting you cum or that at the very least he was going to make you wait for it. But he didn’t. All you had to say was please Sir and he told you to let go. He didn’t need to tell you twice. Relief washed through every inch of you as your pleasure cracked moans subsided. But he wasn’t finished, and he wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He gave you half a minute to catch your breath and thank him and then he told you to put the vibrator back against your clit. When you whined about being sensitive, he mocked you. His poor pathetic slut who was so worked up she just had to have an orgasm. “But I haven’t had mine and I told you I wanted to listen to you while I got off.” You came again as his grunts of release echoed down the phone line and he let you stop. But he was gentle as you caught your breath, soft words of praise making you feel warm and treasured. He made sure you were okay, reminding you to drink some water and get some rest, before he wished you goodnight, the tiredness returned to his voice, stronger than ever. But his parting reminder to keep count and expect his call the next night sent a shiver down your spine.

Over the six and a half weeks since Roger had left you’d grown accustomed to X-rated dreams. Most nights ended with an edge or two and most mornings began the same way so it was no wonder your dreams quickly picked up the theme and ran with it. In them Roger returned early to surprise you and fuck your brains out. Or else he took you on tour and dressed you in skanky clothes that left nothing to the imagination so he could use you whenever he needed. Sometimes he’d share you with rooms full of men you didn’t recognise but understood worked with the band. Once or twice you’d woken up on the verge of release and cursed dream Roger for being so arousingly evil. You hadn’t expected to have one of those dreams after Roger overstimulated you on the phone but you woke the next morning grinding against the bunched up sheets, with a vague memory of Roger plowing you over his drumkit while a crowd of fans cheered him on. It wasn’t until you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes that you realised it couldn’t have been real. And it was followed by a moment of panic that you’d gone over the edge in your sleep before you remembered everything. The recollection brought a smile to your face as your fingers slipped between your legs. Still a little sore but you could avoid your clit, focus on trying to imitate the way Roger could finger fuck you to orgasm. You were laughing as you came, blissed out on just the notion of being allowed an orgasm. And not just one, as many as you wanted. It was tempting to take another just because you could but instead you forced yourself to get out of bed and start your morning routine. Of course you had to make some adjustments. You’d taken to edging in the shower each evening but instead you allowed yourself the luxury of a bath, coming with the tap gushing directly into your clit. And instead of mindlessly edging while you spread out on the couch and read, you let yourself get off to the erotic novel you were halfway through. It was incredible, even without Roger there to help. The tingle you’d get right before it hit, the one that used to make you pull your hand away. And then the rush of the actual release that made your whole body tense up before relaxing completely. You’d grown so accustomed to edging, gotten so used to the constantly building high that never ended. Actually being able to finish was like a drug and you kept going back for another hit. It was five times when Roger called though he made you do a sixth, once again explaining what he wanted, asking you how it felt. You didn’t complain, didn’t even consider it.

It was the same most days though the number of orgasms you got out declined as Roger got closer to coming home. You were guaranteed one with every call he made to check in on how you were going, but more often than not it ended up being two or three. And he’d always ask for how many you’d had that day and then your total number of orgasms. Whenever you gave him the new numbers you could hear the scratch of a pen as he wrote it down. The night before he returned you reached thirty-nine. “Thirty-nine?” Roger let out a whistle that made you chuckle. “You wanna hear one more? Make it an even forty?” “No,” “Oh, really?” “It’s hilarious how disappointed you sound. But I think I’d like to give you number forty myself, in person.” “I suppose I can wait for that,” “Not long to go,” “You gonna miss touring?” “Yeah, a bit. But I’m gonna be even happier being back home with you.” “Getting to use your slut more like,” He let out a soft, breathy laugh, “There’s that, but also just getting to sleep in the same bed as you sounds so good right now. And your tea. I haven’t had a decent cup since I left.”

You held off on the last orgasm, looking forward to one at Roger’s hands and not just his voice. A little hint of denial to round out the separation. A nice way to bookend the experience, even if you hadn’t managed to last the whole time. But your days of free flowing orgasms meant that his return wasn’t like last time, when you’d be so desperate for release you’d tried to jump him on the front steps. You could wait, let him get settled first. He’d probably want to shower, maybe eat something better than the plane food, maybe sleep off some of the travel, before sex even crossed his mind. Or rather, because it was Roger you were talking about, he was probably thinking about sex already but he’d want to make sure it was good for both of you even if that meant waiting a day or two. So you did what you could to make his return more comfortable, making sure the kettle was on when he arrived, calling out from the kitchen when you heard the door open. He greeted you with a tight hug and a soft kiss and followed it with a contented sigh as you handed him his favourite tea cup and led him out to the couch. He pulled you in close, entwined your fingers again as you chatted and relaxed. You figured that’s how the rest of the afternoon and evening would be, that you’d order take out and stay on the couch until you were ready to shuffle off to bed. So, when Roger’s hand, palm still warm where he’d been holding the teacup, landed on your thigh and began to creep higher, you were a little surprised. “Remind me what your total number of orgasms was again,” “Uh, thirty-nine Sir. But we don’-” “So you didn’t sneak in one more after I hung up?” “No, I wanted to wait for you.” “I’m here now,” “You sure you don’t want to rest? I can wait a bit longer,” “Love, I’ve spent the last however long sitting on a plane, think I’d like to do something a little more…physical.” You couldn’t stop from giggling, couldn’t deny your excitement at the turn the afternoon was taking. “Is that a yes?” “Yes, definitely.” “Then why don’t you go to the bedroom and strip. I’ll finish this perfect cuppa and meet you there. We could do your punishment too, if you’re up for it.” “What’s the punishment going to be, spanking or something?” “Or something,” he said with a laugh. “Okay, yeah, let’s get it over with then,” Roger just laughed again as he leaned forward to kiss you and then sent you on your way.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he entered the room and saw you kneeling on the bed, your clothes scattered around the room, “You wanna know what your punishment is?” “Please,” “Well, because you tried to get away with cumming without permission, I’m going to edge you again. I think one for every orgasm you had sounds fair, don’t you?” “What? But…” “But what, love? You didn’t think I was going to give you a little spank and then forget about it, did you? I can’t have my slut thinking it’s okay to lie to me.” “But you said I could have those orgasms,” “I know. They were a reward for trying so hard to hold off for me. I’m not punishing you for accidentally going over the edge,” he stepped towards you as he spoke, reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your skin softly, “Sorry, I should have been clearer when I left that I wasn’t going to be upset if you didn’t last. Two months is a very long time and it’s hard to keep edging when you’re on your own, especially if you’ve never gone that long before. All I wanted was for you to try and you tried so hard and did so well. I couldn’t be prouder. But then when you did go over, you tried to keep it from me and that’s not on. I expect you to tell me when something like that happens. Otherwise what’s the point in agreeing to all this submissive stuff?” “Sorry, Sir, I know I should have told you,” “Thank you but you’re not getting out of it so easily. Lie back for me,” With a deep breath you did as he asked, shifting against the mattress to get comfortable. “Remind me what your safe word is,” “Red, Sir,” “Good, don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” You nodded as you watched him walk to the cupboard, your hands already rising over your head in anticipation. He chuckled when he saw you waiting, “so you agree then, I need to tie you down.” “Thirty-nine’s a lot, I won’t be able to stay still,” “Of course you won’t, you’re a needy whore who likes to cum more than’s good for you. Spread your legs for me too, I’m going to tie your ankles.” You did as you were told, earning another chuckle from Roger as he took one wrist and tied it to the corner of the bed frame.

He made you wait there, on display and unable to move, spread eagle on the bed, as he stripped down to his briefs and then stood over you, looking you up and down as if deciding how best to torture you. “Already a little wet,” he said softly, fingers brushing over your pussy. You stayed quiet, worrying at your lip. “I said,” he slapped your thigh and made you jolt, “Already. A little. Wet.” “I’ve been thinking about this since your last call, Sir.” Another slap, this one directly on your pussy, “Hmmm, thirty-nine orgasms in ten days and you’re already asking for more? Such a good slut for me. I’d have loved to see what kind of a mess you were by the time you accidentally came.” You whined as his fingers teased your entrance but he ignored you and kept talking. “I’ll do my best to get you dripping again now but I think I might need to give you a hand getting started, huh,” his fingers left you as he moved to the draws and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. He spread a dollop over two digits before slipping them inside you easily. Instinctively your hips rose to meet him, encouraging his fingers to sink deeper into you. “Maybe I’ll give you a few weeks break and then we might try again, see if you can’t go the whole two months while I’m here. I’ll help you be a good girl, keep you from going over. And then we can see just how drippy you get. I imagine you won’t be able to wear knickers for more than an hour before they’re soaked through. But it’ll make you easy to use. A self-lubricating little toy for me to play with. So desperate and needy.” He grinned as he stretched you out, using his other thumb to collect some of your rapidly pooling arousal and spreading it over your clit, paying close attention to how you jerked in your restraints, watching for any sign of the release you weren’t allowed, “You like the sound of that?” “Y-yes, Sir,” “Thought you would. I definitely do.” He shifted the position of his fingers seamlessly, almost second nature. “Fuck, close, ‘m close,” He pulled both hands away from you, smoothing them over your thighs, “Thank you for telling me.” The familiar disappointment of a subsiding orgasm made you sigh but otherwise you kept quiet, not wanting Roger to hear you complain after just one edge. The first of many. Roger waited thirty seconds before he started in on you again, enough time for the orgasm to completely disappear so he could slowly rebuild the pleasure to the same point before he pulled his hands away again. There was another half minute pause before he repositioned his fingers where you so badly wanted them to be and began building you up once more. “What a pitiful little whine that was. And we’re only just getting started, love.” Roger stilled his fingers as he laughed again. “Fuck,” “Maybe. If you’re lucky. But for now,” he curled his fingers inside you, watching every reaction closely as he pumped them into you, stilling as you neared the edge again. He didn’t remove them though, just held them in you as you calmed so he could begin again as soon as you’d settled. “That’s three done, thirty-six to go,” You groaned but nodded your acceptance. Roger played you as well as he would any of his instruments, keeping you right at the edge as you jerked and jolted in your restraints, desperately trying to get just a little more, one more thrust, one more stroke, anything to finally feed the craving. It was blissful torture. But it was so much better with him physically there. Edging for him on your own was fine but nothing beat the way it felt to have him do it for you. The pure submission, the total lack of control. He owned your orgasms. You willingly gave them to him and now he owned them, controlled them.

Roger enjoyed it as much as you did, the evidence becoming clearer with every pleading whine you gave him, though you were too distracted to notice. It only became obvious to you how turned on he was when he got up to take his underwear off and your eyes fell to his erect cock. He settled himself back between your legs and tapped the head of his dick against your sensitive clit. “What d’you think, slut? Should I fuck you now?” “Please,” “Awww you really want it don’t you?” “Yes, yes Sir, I really want it,” “My good little whore likes Sir’s cock, doesn’t she?” “Yeah,” “Especially in her cunt,” “Yeah,” “Yeah. But we have a problem.” Roger shuffled over you, straddling your hips, “See, it’s been a while.” “Months, Sir,” Roger chuckled, “Exactly, months. And I just worry that I’m going to enjoy being in your cunt again so much that I forget to edge you. And I don’t want that. Not after you’ve been so good for me.” “It’s okay Sir, you can fuck me. I promise I’ll be good,” “I know you would try to be good, but accidents could happen and I’m not ready to let you cum yet, even accidentally. What kind of a punishment would that be? So, instead, I’m going to use another hole I’ve missed, okay?” You agreed, though really it didn’t feel like you had many other options besides taking it or safe-wording and you definitely weren’t ready for things to end. “Good girl,” Roger cooed, leaning forward to kiss you softly before he repositioned himself. You giggled as he somewhat clumsily turned around, but the laughter died as he moved to kneel over your face instead. “Sir?” Roger wrapped his hand around his cock, “Yes, slut?” “Can I have my hands please?” “I think you can manage without them,” Roger said, “But how about this?” He leaned forward to release the ties around your ankles before settling back, his bollocks resting against your lips. He seemed to be waiting so you opened your mouth, laving your saliva over them with your tongue. “Good girl,” Roger hummed as you sucked one testicle into your mouth, a small part of you hoping that if you did enough, he’d be lenient and reduce your punishment. “If it get’s too much, stamp your foot okay?” You raised your legs so your feet were flat on the bed and stamped one to show you understood. “Good girl,” Roger said, pressing a kiss to your knee before he readjusted his position, letting his cock find your mouth.

At first Roger contented himself with rocking slowly, letting you grow comfortable with the position. You had no control over how deep he pressed into you or how often but he kept his movement measured and careful, making sure he wasn’t overwhelming you, and you kept up as best you could, running your tongue along his length and sucking on his head. It got harder when he leaned forward and attached his lips to your cunt. The distraction of being edged with his tongue made you lose focus as you bucked your hips in a weak attempt to get more pleasure. Which meant you were taken by surprise when he suddenly thrust into your mouth, pushing himself into your throat. You wished you had your hands so you could grab his arse or jerk him off, but you made do as best you could, eyes watering as you moaned and he gave another sharp thrust. As he got closer to release he slid deeper into your throat, unable to control himself as easily while he was concentrating on edging you again and again. Each time he’d tell you how many edges he’d given you but you stopped listening. Between the jolts of pleasure from his tongue licking along your slit and the weight of his body on yours and the strain on your jaw as you kept your mouth open for him and the dizzying gasps of air you sucked in as he remembered himself and pulled out of you before sinking back in just as deep, everything else seemed fuzzy and distant. Your hands grasped at thin air in an attempt to break loose and touch him and your hips rose to meet him until he held them down. You moaned around his cock and whined with each new edge which only seemed to spur him on. At some point, after you weren’t sure how many, Roger decided he’d had enough of edging you like that and sat up a bit higher on his knees. He gave you a brief warning and let you take a few extra breaths before he fucked your mouth for real, unrelentingly using you for his own pleasure. You knew he was getting closer by the way he was grunting and the small twitches in his cock and you tried to prepare yourself for a mouthful of spunk, tried to ready yourself for how it would feel when he came on your tongue. But then he stopped and pulled out of you entirely. You were surprised by his sudden disappearance as he swung his leg back over you and got off the bed. Surely he wasn’t going to edge himself along with you? Surely he was going to use his release as another way to torment you, telling you how good it felt and mocking you for wanting the same. It was hard not to feel a little disappointed too. Especially when you could see how hard he was, his flushed tip proof of how close he’d been. “Sir?” you croaked out, voice scratchy and throat sore. Roger ignored you, as he walked back to the end of the bed, wiping his mouth and chin. “Sir, didn’t you want to finish?” “Awww, did the whore want my cum that bad? Don’t worry slut, you’ll get it, just not to taste. I’m going to put this load where it belongs. In my cunt.” You gasped as Roger pressed the tip of his cock into your heat, bracing yourself for the rough fuck he was sure to give you. But there was no thrusting, no pushing deeper. He held his tip inside you as his hand slid up and down his shaft, pulling himself over the edge with a grunt.

You were left squirming and aching to be filled, to feel him inside you properly, as he left the bed again and moved towards the cupboard. A combination of your juices and his dripping onto the sheets. You knew what was coming but that made it all the worse. “Do you remember how many I said you had left?” he asked as he plugged the wand vibrator in and gave it a test pulse. “No Sir,” “No? You really should, I said it only a few minutes ago,” “I don’t know Sir,” “Well it’s a good thing I know then. Otherwise we might have had to start all over again and kept better count.” You trembled at the idea, part terrified of it happening, part wanting it to. “You only have to last 5 more. Not very many, is it?” “No Sir. I can do five,” “I know you can. Because you’re such a good girl for me. My good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” you swallowed thickly and took a steadying breath waiting for the buzz of the vibrator to start again. Roger made you wait a little, building the anticipation and the tension as he refrained from doing what you expected. He let the soft head of the toy rest against your clit, laughing when you jolted at the contact. And only once you’d stilled did he turn it on, leaving it on the lowest setting. Instinctively you tried to move your still unbound legs, but Roger gave you a slap to your thigh and warned you to behave or else he’d tie you down again and give you extra edges. You whimpered a small, “Yes Sir,” as you did your best to keep still though it got harder with each edge. Roger was careful to pull the machine away as soon as he saw signs of your impending orgasm, never letting you get too close lest his reflexes be too slow. He didn’t want any accidents to happen now, not after he’d been edging you for so long. He counted down each one, giving you ample breaks between to calm yourself again. When you finally heard him turn off the vibrator and say you were done you cried grateful tears. He untied your wrists and pulled you into his arms, soothing you with soft words of praise and gentle touches.

“How do you feel?” He asked softly once you’d sufficiently calmed, leaning back and placing his hand on your cheek as he studied your face. “Bit sore. Really want to cum. But good.” “Yeah? You’re okay?” “Yeah I’m okay. Might need a few minutes before I can do more though. The fortieth orgasm I mean.” “That’s alright. In fact, it’s perfect because I’ve got a surprise for you.” “A surprise?” “Wait here, I’ll grab it from my suitcase,” You nodded, intrigued, and leaned against the bedhead to wait, letting your eyes close for a moment as he left the room. Roger returned and handed you a glass of water and box tied off with ribbon. You were definitely curious now, the box larger than you’d been expecting. You pulled at the bow with one hand as you drank with the other, letting Roger lift the lid from the box. You didn’t understand what you were seeing until Roger explained. “It’s a chastity belt,” You almost did a spit take. “I saw it while we were exploring the shops of one of the towns we were in and I thought it might be fun to try it out, if you’re interested.” You placed the cup down and reached into the box to pick up the metal device, “Looks a bit medieval, doesn’t it,” Roger chuckled and agreed, “We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. But while I was edging you I thought maybe it would be fun to make you wait a few extra days,” “You want me to wear it now?” “Only if you want to. If I’m being honest, I hadn’t planned to show you today. I was going to save it for after the rest of the tour, but you know how impatient I can be,” he laughed, his hand falling to your rub softly over your knee, “If you’d prefer to cum now I will very happily make that happen. More than once. But if you did want to test it out I’d also be into that.” “How would it work?” “Well, um, you’d wear it all day, when you’re at home and when you go out. The guy who sold it said it’s very discreet and will go under most clothes without showing. You have to take it off once a day to clean it so I was thinking that you could wear it all day and take it off at night when you have your shower. That way it can be cleaned and dry out over night and you wouldn’t have to worry about it not being comfortable to sleep in.” “And um, how would, uhhhh, bathroom stuff work with it?” “Well, there’s a slit at the front that can be opened so you can pee but isn’t it kind of hot if you have to ask me to unlock it every time you have to go to the bathroom?” “I hate to admit it but yeah it is,” you laughed. “I could also unlock it for other reasons. Maybe if I really really wanted to fuck you.” You shifted excitedly. It had been too long since you’d had Roger properly, and especially after his little teasing stunt just before, but you tried to sound more casual as you said, “That’d be fun,” “Think I’m probably more likely to use your mouth though. So much less hassle.” “It’s kinda unfair that you promised me number forty and now you’re not going to pay up,” “I’ll give you forty and forty-one and forty-two and as many more as you can handle. Right now if you want. Or after a few days of having your cunt locked away.” You stomach clenched at the thought, “How long were you thinking?” “I don’t know. The part of me that likes symmetry says ten days since that’s how many days of tour were left when you stopped edging. But really anything you want is okay with me. If you tried it for a day and decided it wasn’t for you that would be completely fine. And, like I said, if you don’t want to do it right away we don’t have to.” “I think I want to. Maybe just a day to start, see how it goes. If I want another day I’ll let you know.” “Really?” You laughed at how excited Roger seemed, “Yes, really.” “I fucking love you,” “I am very loveable,” Roger laughed and pulled you into a kiss.

He joined you in the shower, helping you wash off the sweat and other fluids left from the torture you’d just been through. You took turns washing each other’s hair as you relaxed together, letting the hot water sooth any aches you felt. But there was a layer of excitement too and a few nerves at the prospect of wearing the chastity belt. Once you were thoroughly cleaned and dried, Roger helped lock the belt into place before you both got dressed. It was an odd sensation but thrilling too. It made you hyper aware of your own desperation. Every time you moved, sat down, you were reminded of how impossible it would be to touch yourself or get any sort of release. You only wore it for a few hours that first day, asking Roger to unlock it when you got up to change into your pyjamas. Together you worked out how best to clean it and hung it up ready for the next day. Roger kissed you good morning when you woke and asked if you wanted to try a full day of it. You agreed and, after visiting the bathroom, let him once again fasten the belt into place. It was even more thrilling the second time. In part because you had a better idea of how it operated, how it felt to wear it, but also largely due to wearing it out of the house. Roger decided to take you out for an early lunch, grinning cheekily as he made the suggestion. He knew full well you’d spend every minute of the excursion with your mind on the belt, wondering if anyone could tell you were wearing it. He was right. But it only made you wetter. Once you were home Roger checked in with you, asking how it was going and if you were still interested in wearing it. “It’s good. Still feels a bit weird but not what I'd call uncomfortable. It’s just very obvious to me that it’s there. But fuck I’m horny,” Roger laughed, “that makes two of us. I swear I’ve been half hard since I put it on you. Was even worse when you asked me to unlock it so you could pee.” “Jeeze Rog. I’ve been edged and denied, what’s your excuse?” “Shut up, there’s just something super hot about me holding the key to your cunt,” You chuckled, leaned towards him and gave him the most sultry look you could muster, “You know you could use that key whenever you want.” “Maybe later, love. Right now I really should unpack my bags, do some laundry.” “But that can be done any time,” “So can you,” Roger laughed, leaving you with a kiss to the temple. That night, after you’d taken the belt off and cleaned it, Roger edged you again, kissing you as his fingers explored your slit and your hand pumped over his cock.

On the third day Roger disappeared into the back yard with a guitar. A question about the grocery shopping list sent you seeking him, and you found him sitting on a chair under the shade of a large tree, plucking at the strings. It was almost a shame to interrupt what seemed like such a serene moment. He spotted you though and waved you over, pulling you onto his lap. His fingers moved to the front of you shorts, seemingly automatically, but he stopped and chuckled when he met the firm resistance of the belt. “Oops,” “Forgot did you? Lucky,” “You're not enjoying it anymore?” “No, no, I am, but I’m also getting really frustrated,” “Yeah?” “There is literally no way to relieve any pressure when I’m wearing it and you keep edging me before bed and honestly I want you to fuck me so bad like I just feel kind of empty all the time cause it’s been so fucking long since I had more than your fingers in there and I'm used to just being able to pull out a toy and make myself feel better even if I’m edging. It’s fucking torture not being able to touch anything and not being even a little bit in control of my own pleasure.” “Do you want to stop?” “Hell no. I just want you to fuck me,” “Oh really?” he chuckled, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised my slut likes being completely denied,” You recognised his tone, the one that meant he was pent up and wanted to take it out on you. Hope that he’d do it, that he’d unlock you and give you a good hard pounding, made you sit up a little straighter. Your head was buzzing with ideas of Roger filling you with cum and locking you away again, but they were interrupted rather rudely by Roger growling at you to kneel. You nodded, a little disappointed but more just happy to get some sort of attention, and settled on your knees, intently watching as he stood and unbuckled his belt, the jangling noise of the metal sending another wave of desire through you. He’d barely managed to push his pants down just low enough to get his cock out when you reached out to stroke him, mind so thoroughly focused on him that you barely noticed the itchy tickle of the grass under you. But before you could he slapped your hand away. “You’re here to watch. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. C’mon needy whore, I don’t have all day.” You nodded as you did what he said. Roger waited, watching you for any signs of impatience but soon rewarded you with his fingers, two of them sliding towards the back of your throat until you gagged. He pulled back and then did the same thing again, slowly beginning to fuck your mouth with just his digits. You could feel saliva pooling on your tongue, his fingers gliding through it until they were slick and shiny. That’s when he moved his hand to his dick, slowly spreading your drool over his shaft. You whimpered as he brushed his thumb over his tip, letting out a small hiss at the contact. You leaned forward slightly, intending to lick his length and replace his hand but he stopped you, his free hand holding you in place, and you realised what was happening. He knew you wanted to be fucked and he was going to deny you that as well as your orgasms. He wasn’t even going to fuck your mouth. All you could do was sit there, whining and watching as he jerked himself off. Every so often he dipped his fingers back into your mouth, either to gather more of your spit or just to hear you gag, you weren’t sure which. A small part of you hoped he’d just push you down onto his cock but as his hand sped up, expertly pleasuring himself, that hope withered away. He was close. You could see it in the way his smooth strokes stuttered, hear it in his groans. If you’d looked up you probably would have found flushed cheeks, and lust blown eyes, but you couldn’t drag your eyes from his cock, right in front of you, pulsing as he neared his release. And then he came with a guttural moan. You jolted as the first drops hit your cheek, but he was already holding you in place, making sure you stayed still until he was done.

Roger looked down at you, the fist still milking his cock slowing down once more, though he didn’t release himself. You swallowed thickly, shifting on your knees as the temptation to wipe your face and get up rose. “Stay there, slut,” Roger said softly, reading your mind, “you look so good on your knees. Just a toy I use to masturbate with.” You nodded, agreeing, your eyes already drifting back down to his dick. “You want it don’t you? Wish I’d just use you properly,” You nodded again. “If you’re very good I might...” he lay his cock on your tongue, “let you have it,” It took all your strength not to close your lips around his girth as he rubbed his dick over your protruding tongue but your resilience seemed to impress him. Slowly he pushed himself deeper, allowed you to suck on his head for a moment. “Maybe I should use this time you’re all locked up to train you. Teach you to be a filthy oral whore.” The suggestion made your cunt throb but there was nothing you could do to alleviate the desperate desire to be touched. Not even squeezing your thighs together helped. “I’ll teach you to be so desperate to suck cock that you won’t ever want to take the belt off. And when I decide to use your cunt you’ll wish it was your throat,” Roger pulled himself from your lips and you were once again forced to watch as he wanked in front of you. Right up until he stopped and walked behind you. “Sir?” His presence came close again, right up behind you, “Shhhh, slut, I’m still here,” Roger gripped your chin from above and tilted your head back slightly. “Fuck you look so hot like this, drives me fucking wild to see my little toy all soaked in cum. Close your eyes,” You did, heart racing with the uncertainty of what he might be planning. There was a tap on your forehead as the tip of Roger’s dick landed there. “I’ll reward you with some more edges tonight. Maybe I’ll even give you a ruin, if you’re very lucky. I want you so desperate that all you think about is my cock. Twenty-four seven. So desperate you’ll beg just to be allowed to suck me off.” You couldn’t see what Roger was doing but you felt it when he came again, jizz running from your forehead down the side of your nose, onto your cheek and over your top lip, dripping onto your waiting tongue. Roger stepped back and you heard the zzzziiippp of his fly being pulled up followed by the jangle of his belt, but you didn’t move. He stroked his fingers down the side of your neck, offing you a soft, “good girl,” as he moved back round to take in your appearance. “Jesus this is….you look so fucking hot,” you could feel the breath of his laugh as he leaned forward, his thumbs brushing over your closed eyes, making sure they hadn’t been caught in his crossfire, “alright, you can open your eyes now, and close your mouth if you want,” You carefully opened on eye and then the other, able to taste Roger as you swallowed what you’d caught on your tongue. “Did that make you feel any better?” “I don’t know if I’d say better. Wetter? Definitely.” “You’re a bloody poet, love,” “I try. You wanna help me up or did you have more in you?” Roger held out his hand with a chuckle, pulling you to your feet. When you were closer to eye level he paused, eyes roaming over your face, and then leaned in to peck you on the lips. It was unexpected but appreciated, though not quite as much as the damp face cloth he used to clean you.

The next morning Roger asked if you’d like to put the belt back on and you said yes. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. Each time he reminded you that you were allowed to say no and then, when you assured him you knew that, helped lock it into place. At some point (and sometimes at multiple points) during the day he’d use your mouth, only needing to click his fingers for you to drop to your knees for him. He made sure to compare you to vacuum cleaners and other objects. Metaphors that would normally have made you roll your eyes or tell him he was disgusting, but which now turned you into a whiney wet mess. Admittedly they weren’t all good. The time he said you had a mouth like a black hole you’d nearly choked as you started laughing with your lips already stretched around him. He’d apologised and said he’d cut back on the sci-fi comparisons so you could finish the job properly. At night you’d have a shower and change into pyjamas, often forgoing PJ pants since Roger liked to edge you while you weren’t wearing the belt. He’d slip his fingers into your panties while you watched TV or as you were settling down to sleep. But not once did he try to actually fuck you. It was infuriating and frustrating and such a turn on. Until it stopped being hot.

You’d woken up that morning as excited and enthusiastic about the belt as you had been the previous few mornings but by the afternoon it had started feeling uncomfortable and oppressive. You came to the conclusion that denial and edging was fun but you needed a more definite time period to work within. When Roger had left and said you’d be able to orgasm again when he came back in two months’ time, that had been exciting and hot because there was a time limit. A light at the end of the tunnel that you could see and count down to. Something to aim for. Denial wasn’t just about not cumming, it was about challenging your own expectations of yourself and maybe trying to beat your previous record. What you were doing now didn’t have that specificity, that goal to work towards, and it was beginning to feel like you were being punished for nothing. The constant empty ache you felt didn’t help. Of course denial usually came with aches and desperate needy feelings but something about this time was different. Usually Roger would relish fucking you as much as possible, all the time telling you not to cum or else he’d have to spank you. It was always hard holding back as he took his pleasure but it was rewarding too and it helped relieve the tension that constant edging could cause, even without finishing. Sometimes, if you’d been good and he wanted to be nice, he’d give you a ruin as well. And even if he ended up being mean and leaving your arse pink and smarting from his blows, you got a certain kind of enjoyment from it. But with the chastity belt and the refusal to fuck you, you weren’t getting any relief at all. After thinking through it all, you decided you needed a break from the belt. It would be fun to try again another day but maybe with more discussion and certainties. You looked over to the other couch where Roger was stretched out. “Hey, Rog?” “Yes, love?” “I think I want to stop.” Roger looked away from the TV, his attention shifting to you, “You mean with the belt?” “Yeah. I think I’m close to using my safeword. It’s just feeling kind of not good at the moment. Can you please unlock me?” “Okay. Of course we can stop. C’mon, I left the key in our room,” Roger held out his hand for yours, brushing his lips over your knuckles as he pulled you up.

You sighed with relief as you stepped out of the belt, already feeling better, if not a little embarrassed by just how obviously wet you were. Roger stood, about to say something, but you pulled him into a kiss instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “Well,” he said with a laugh, “I was going to ask what else I could do to make you feel better but I think you’ve made it quite obvious,” “Need you Rog. Literally need. I’ve never meant it as much as I do now,” “Jesus, okay,” he was already fumbling with his fly one handed, “We really did a number on you, huh,” You nodded, dropping your hands to help him get his pants off. As soon as the zip was down he kissed you again, leading you towards the bed. “How do you want me?” “Don’t care, just fuck me,” “For as long as you want,” Roger pushed on your shoulder and you fell back onto the bed, watching as he kicked his pants and underwear off. You whined when he took too long but he soothed you with a kiss and then more down your neck, until he met the neckline of your t-shirt. He didn’t bother removing it though, just squeezed your breasts through it. You were glad, sure you’d implode if you didn’t have him immediately. Instead he kissed your lips again, fiercely, as you reached for his cock, willing him to hurry up and get hard enough. As soon as he was ready he pushed your hand away and pressed into your cunt with an ease that was somewhere between ridiculous and pathetic. “Fuck you’re soaked,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. Even if he had been speaking to you, you’re not sure you would have heard, much too preoccupied by how full you suddenly felt. It was such a contrast from the previous week of aching for it and all you could think to say was thank you, over and over as Roger slowly fucked into you. “You gotta stop squirming so much, love, or I’m gonna slip out,” You clenched around him at the suggestion, smiling when he tightened his grip on your thigh. Roger brought his fingers to your clit, circling it as you whined, your orgasm already so unbelievably close. It didn’t take much more than a couple of light circles around your clit to tip you over the edge. You weren’t sure you’d ever cum quite so hard from quite so little stimulation but you could barely speak, your breath catching in your throat along with your voice. Roger kept his fingers in place as he calmly thrust into you, egging you on, pushing you through the most well-earned orgasm you’d ever had. But he was by no means done with you. He gave you a few moments to calm and catch your breath, and then he shifted your legs over his shoulders, one at a time as you tried to brace yourself. He sunk deeper with the change of position, picking up his pace to fuck you harder, keeping a firm grip on you so that, even though your back arched and you writhed under him, head falling to one side and then whipping around to the other, you’d remain in place on his cock. With every thrust, every squeeze of his fingertips, you felt yourself drawing close to the edge again and you begged Roger, through gasped breaths, not to stop. He didn’t. He wouldn’t have even considered it until you told him to. “I can feel how close you are, love. Come on, cum for me. Show me just how much you like being fucked and cum,” “yes, yes, fuck yes,” “That’s right, good- good girl, f-fuck you’re tight. Fucking feel your cunt pul-sing. You’ve missed that feeling haven’t you?” You just nodded, head still foggy. “Think you’ve got another one in you? Or do you want me to stop?” “No, don’t stop,” Roger chuckled and pulled out of you as you whined but it was only so he could flip you onto your stomach and pull your hips up. Before you could even begin to complain about the sudden desertion, he was back inside you, pulling you back onto his cock as he rammed into you. “I want to hear you this time. You know I like how loud my slut gets,” There was no way you could deny a request like that, not when he was making you feel so good, filling you so perfectly, giving you exactly what you’d so desperately needed. You babbled for him, a mess of curses and half conceived thoughts about how good it felt mixed with whines and moans. And that only made him fuck you harder, until you came again, screaming his name. He fucked you through it, though he grunted with each thrust, holding off his own orgasm until he was sure you were satisfied. You swore you nearly came again as he spilled himself inside you before both of you collapsed bonelessly to the bed.

You complained when Roger pulled out of you again, but he did make a good point about not wanting to crush you. And he made up for it by pulling you close and kissing you as much as he could, in between checking how you felt and if you were okay now. “Yeah, better,” you sighed, running you hand over his arm, “I really really needed that,” “I could tell. Sorry I made you wait so long,” “No, it was fun too, the waiting. But not forever, y’know.” “Yeah I do. If you ever want to try the whole chastity belt thing again we’ll be better, figure out how to make it fun again,” “Sounds good. But maybe not for a while,” “No, not for a while. I like fucking you too much to give it up again so soon,” You laughed at that, leaned in to kiss him again. “You’re probably too tired but, uh, I could go again if you wanted,” “Now?” “Maybe a minute?” “A minute sounds good and I’m not too tired. But if I was, maybe we could sleep like that, with you in me?” “Really?” “I don’t think you’ve grasped quite how badly I’ve wanted you since you first showed me the belt, how badly I still want you,” “I think that can be arranged then,” he laughed again, kissing you once more as he rolled back over.

#my writing #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #absolutely wild that any of you have been with me since IMIUTY tbh #i was so unsure about posting that sldjslkds #and now i just casually chuck out 9k words of filth #also #a lot of chastity stuff is about wearing them constantly #which is hot but not realistic #because if you dont clean them and give your body time to breathe #it can lead to UTIs and stuff #so if your gonna play with a belt and you have a p****#make sure to take it off intermittently #anyway #can someone please lock me in a belt and idk maybe mock me when i start to beg

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