stop ignoring me! (fem reader x sub! male character)
mentions of mommy kink (referring to reader, no smut); toxic reader?
notes: this is inspired from a scaramouche blurb around 2020-2021 (?) where he was being ignored and that really rewired my brain ever since lol. i think the author already deactivated so i can’t find it anymore. :(
“hey, i’ll be heading to the grocery store. is there anything you want?” he casually slid into your shared room leaning against the wall, all prepped up to go outside.
you two just had a minor argument earlier. it eventually ended since you two were exhausted in rebutting the other. needless to say, hurtful words were said.
there you were, draped against your bed. you don't say anything, though. he scrunches his nose at your silence but doesn't read into it.
“so… i’ll take that as a no, then?”
you still don't say anything. you didn't even move your head at his direction—you were just on top of your bed minding your own business, your eyes glued to your phone screen. or were you?
“okay..? i’ll go… i’ll see you later. bye, love you.” he made his voice a little bit louder in uttering the last phrase.
okay, what the fuck was your problem? you probably were still mad from the argument earlier.
why weren't you saying anything to him? you weren't normally like this. maybe… you were just wearing earphones? but he didn't see them attached to your ear canals.
pissed off, he walked away without shutting the door and went to the grocery store as aforementioned.
hmm, he bought some snacks and softened up after walking through the aisles. i suppose, she just had a bad day, especially because of me, he thinks.
oh god, why did the argument even start in the first place? he feels dejected upon realizing that he hasn't verbally apologized. (not that you did, either.)
i feel so bad thinking so wrong of her, mmm, she doesn't deserve it! he frowned at the internal battle he was having, regretting how he could even think of being mad at you.
he was stuck at the produce section, since he was stuck in his mind thinking of you. maybe you'd like some fruit? you would love it. he smiles.
he's back at your home, carrying paper bags filled with the food that he just bought earlier. the door to your room was shut. weird.
he gently knocked at the door anyway.
“hi? i’m back… i brought some snacks! we can watch a movie and eat them. i even bought some fruit! haha, i can peel some oranges for you…” he rambled, as you haven't opened the door yet.
“..?” ten minutes have passed and you still haven't answered him. were you okay?
“baby? are you asleep?” right, that must be it.
he placed the paper bags down by the door and decided to ring your phone.
not even one second, and his screen flashed ‘call declined.’
so you were awake… was he that horrible earlier? deep breaths, deep breaths, he reassures himself.
“b-baby?” he stuttered, trying to calm himself.
“mmm, baby, if this was about earlier… mm’sorry, okay? i shouldn't have said all those things… m’sorry i hurt you.”
still silence was met with his apology. his heart was pumping out of his chest—but your silence was louder than his heartbeat.
“baby? m’sorry. please let me in?” he breathed out shakily. why weren't you answering?
his desperation seeped through as he begins to insistently slam his fists against the door, over and over and over. still no response from you.
he couldn't take it anymore. his breathes developed into quiet sobs followed by the loud knocks.
“nnngh!” the tears trickling down his cheeks began to trail faster, making his cheeks heat up.
it's like the bile in his stomach rose up to his throat, pricking painfully. ugh, he was crying so pathetically now.
“b-baby! m’sowwi! don’ ignore me, puh-lease! luh— let’s watch a m-movie?”
oh no. oh no no no. were you… breaking up with him? was the argument earlier the final straw?
stupid, stupid, STUPID. he was so FUCKING stupid.
the dam breaks as his body sank down to the ground, blubbering endless apologies. his face was covered with dried tear stains while the fresh ones still trickle down. his snot was all over.
“hngghhh, h-hah! m’sowwi mommy, m’sowwi! don’ break up with me, p-please!” he swallows, and then continues. “please be mad at me! y-yell at me instead! punish me! i’ve b-been so bad! a b-bad boy! i can't t-take it! don’ leave me!”
he whimpers on the ground, his heart hurting from the thought of you leaving him for good. oh, you were so good to be true. he sobs harder.
“m-mommy… ngh…” he passes out from the overwhelming emotions eating at his heart.
well, little did he know, you were ignoring him on purpose. you thought it would teach him a lesson but you went too far. so cruel, weren't you?
he didn't make a sound anymore, rendering you worried. you got up from the bed and went to the entrance, finally opening the door.
there he was, all fast asleep on the ground. curled up, his face was a mess. he must be so exhausted. you cooed at your boyfriend.
“mmm, sorry baby, i went too far… but, you were so cute…” you whispered, kneeling down. you pet his hair gently, brushing your nails against his scalp.
he moaned a little at the sensation. he latched unto your waist unconsciously, surprising you. you two were now in an awkward position. his head was against your inner thigh, hugging your waist tightly.
“mnngh, m-mommy…” he whimpered in his sleep, nuzzling against you.
now that turned you on. after making him cry so much, you felt a little guilty in feeling a bit horny after he literally poured his heart out earlier.
“oh shhh, my baby. mommy's sorry for leaving you out here. shhh, let me make it all better.” you cooed at him.
you carried him to your bed, much to your dismay since he was heavy.
he felt a strange sensation when you placed him on the fluffy bed, which in turn jolted him awake. you also were shocked. he was usually a heavy sleeper.
“m-mommy?” he whispered groggily.
“hi, my angel. did you nap well?”
he quickly clung to you tightly, making you breathless. literally.
“d-don't leave me.” the waterworks were starting again.
before you could say anything, he sobbed heavily.
“m-mommy, m’sorry, m’sorry, i di’nt m-mean what i said e-earlier. the argument was stupid. i-i’m stupid. m’dumb. i can't handle you treating me like… like i don't exist. i’d rather die.”
you cooed at him again, rubbing his back comfortingly.
“shhh, i’m sorry as well. i’m sorry that i hurt my baby. mmm, my sweet, precious boy.” you look at him with tenderness, as if you weren't neglecting him purposely earlier.
so cruel. but he doesn't know that.
“mmm! n-no, s’all my fault. i was bad…”
“shhh, we're having none of that. let's watch a movie now, hm? you mentioned that there were snacks?”
he sniffed and smiled against your shoulder, humming in agreement.
“o-okay… love you.” he whispered wetly. you didn't say it earlier, after all.
“love you too, baby.” you smiled.
