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Getting eliminated in the same day🤞😭
Must be couple's goal 🙌
am i the only one that doesnt like ryusae where shidou is characterized as someone that just relentlessly i mean just non-stop bullies and antagonizes rin and sae just dgaf? maybe its because im the younger sibling so i feel for rin and i have nothing against the ship i just dont find that realistic or appealing
Can you spot the visual hole
Lorenzo too gng cuz wtf.
am i hearing this right....
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ your bf vivien hugo... really likes your face... a bit too much
since you began dating the red-headed midfielder, you very quickly came to realize how… opinionated he was, or rather, very much open about thinking about ... pretty much anything that’s on his mind.
despite his rather cold and calculating appearance on the field (and during interviews since you can admit… your lover has a major case of resting bitch face), he’s kind and passionate.
vivien calls you beautiful any chance he gets and is overall a clingy and attentive lover (very evident given the fact that he’d try to court you in a very try-hard way before you ever started dating). he even remembers the small things about you and every time he gets the chance to see your reaction, he literally holds your face and just stares in awe at you.
however, while your lover is very opinionated and very much… him, that also comes with the fact that he is very much open on his sexual preferences.
in particular, he’s really into seeing your face. whenever you ask him about this particular quirk regarding this, he’d shrug it off, saying how, “i love to see your face when we make love. what’s wrong with that?” you knew he liked your face, but it wasn’t until he had said it where you began thinking.
rarely do you ever see your boyfriend lose his cool or even his calm demeanor, that is until when you have sex; but even so, he stays rather peaceful.
so why not torture him a little? vivien gives you the perfect reactions, afterall.
"w-what are you doing...? shit..." vivien huffed, his rough hands guiding your hips. you were in your apartment, where you were lounging together on your bed, watching a show on your tv, before one thing led to another and you suddenly found yourself riding him, legs latched around his waist while he led you.
of course, vivien loved it when you rode him–because god, you looked so fucking sexy. he loved the way he could see you–see how your breasts bounced with every thrust, and most favorably, just seeing how your expression got. but today, it was different.
your body was clinging onto him, your arms wrapped around his neck and plush body pressed against his firm chest.
"mmm...lemme stay like this, vivi..." he made a sound mixed with a groan and almost like a sigh.
"please... baby... i wanna see you, beautiful-!"
but you could only tease your lover so much—for so long. before you knew it, he had pushed your body onto the bed, him topping you.
you could see how vivien’s expression changed; how his lips suddenly curved to a smirk and his eyes gleamed. even with the dimmed lamp lights illuminating your room, you could tell how flushed his cheeks were.
“i told you that i wanted to see you,” he whispered. you felt your eyes widen at how much more you could feel his cock splitting you open—how much you could feel his weight against you further.
your lips were parted and your face was hot, eyes all glossy and eyebrows furrowed. vivien wished he could simply capture this moment forever. he caressed your face, putting his thumb in your mouth and further splitting your lips apart.
"shhhh...baby. lasse-moi voir ce beau visage, ma belle..." vivien angled his hips upwards, pressing your body onto the bed and spreading your legs wiiiide. his onyx eyes were glued on your face, going back and forth from your face to where the two of you were connected, him just staring at where his cock entered and slipped out from your overflowing cunt.
“i love you—fucking love your face… so so damn pretty…”
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i highkey dk art this drabble but ya… (most reposted from my old blog and from literal requests 🥹) also yall… is his name not “vivien” since that’s technically the masculine spelling of the name? (not trying to be like picky n shit but just wondering bc i keep seeing “vivian”... also lmao my very limited knowledge of french is coming through ig)
the nonchalant and quiet hugo agenda needs to go. that guy is the most chalant guy ever who remembers every single detail and considerate of every one of your traits and hobbies. he’s the guy who can’t shut the fuck up around you or about you, who’s always subtly bragging about you to his teammates and talks to you about how you’re his soulmate. the type of person to sing your favorite love song at your wedding. he’s a d1 yapper and a d1 lover, and he’s proud of it.
the pages for hugo's day off extra were released and UEUEUEUE
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hes helping them wash their hands uuuuu i love him soooooo much vivien hugo come over here right now I Will Make You A Father
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another enjin.doodle i gave up on
enjin !!!!!!! i started watchign gachiakuta its really good
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should i finish this or finish myself (catboy maid kaiser👀👀)
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I really miss itoshigaze 😞 my fav fanfic author
came back to tumblr JSUT to read her fics only to find out she’s gone again 😞😞
itoshi sae and his clueless best friend !
“saeee, i’m tireddd, carry me.”
you loop your arms around sae’s neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. he huffs. “i can’t just always carry you around.” yet as he speaks, his hooks his elbows under your knees anyway, allowing you to piggyback him.
“you say that, yet i’m here on your back anyway.” you grin, now burying your face into his shoulder. a few passerby stare, some grinning, some whispering. “hey, are people looking? i feel stares.”
“no shit. it’s not every day that you just casually see a celebrity on the streets.” sae retorts, although he knew that in reality, most whispers contains the words “young love” buried among sentences of jealousy and excitement.
“mmmm,” you yawn. “i’m tired, and hungry.”
“great. let’s go eat then.” sae begins to turn towards the direction of a nearby bakery, treating your weight on his back like a feather.
you definitely doze ofc on his back; you didn’t respond to his comments or insults.
cute.
at the bakery, while you’re half-asleep on his back, he orders some of your favorite pastries. “20 of these.” the cashier looks at him with wide eyes. sae ignores her, placing you down in a chair gently and sitting across you.
“…huh?” when you woke up, you were met with a variety of colorful pastries, no longer clinging to sae’s warmth. “oh, wow. this is a sight i’d like to wake up to every day.”
noted.
“just hurry up and eat, you lukewarm idiot.”
you shove a few baked goods into your mouth. sae rolls his eyes, grabbing a napkin and dabbing near your mouth. “thanks, sae. you’re always looking out for me. this is why you’re my best friend.”
his heart drops a bit when he hears his title.
but that was fine. if it means staying close to you, he doesn’t mind the status.
he’ll just make sure that no one else gets close to you.
despite the tremendous growth zuko has had over the years in regulating his emotions and reeling back his more sadistic ways of achieving his goals, it’s no surprise that there are still moments where his past behavior peeks through in places that aren’t quite. . . standard for him.
“hm? I didn’t quite catch that, baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on your flushed face as he pulls you closer, grip possessive, vice, the tension between you palpable and unmistakable. he forcefully bounces you on his fat cock as steam curls around you, water harshly sloshing with every sharp thrust your husband plants to your abused hole. it’s nothing unusual for zuko to pull you into the royal baths like this, craving a quiet escape from his relentless advisors and the chaos of certain friends who have always surrounded him.
but this time. this time was different.
“i—mph! i’m sorry! i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry—!”
“sorry for what? be more clear.”
“for ah! running straight into danger when you told me not to.”
“exactly. with absolutely no regard for your safety.” he clicks his tongue, a large hand coming down to swat at your asscheeks. “i know you’re a big, strong girl, but dealing with bandits alone isn’t something i want my wife to be doing in her spare time, especially when i’m off on avatar business,” he growls, tone edged with something firm but familiar.
frustration, worry. a deep desire to keep you safe in his domain.
you nod frantically, eyes glossed over with a mix of pleasure and guilt. you know how much zuko worries about you, a non-bender from foreign lands still unfamiliar with the true weight and danger of the fire nation territory.
you aren’t used to this, to life as royalty. to be waited on by maids and fed by famous chefs. you were a kyoshi warrior, above all. the only thing you knew here was him. his patience, steady presence, and strength. the way he looks at you like you hung up the moon and stars.
the fiery, dilated eyes that you cannot currently see.
“wanna look at you, zuko. haven’t seen your face in days.” you whimper, tears staining the crimson ribbon, the one tight around your eyes— the one he uses to keep his hair up.
“bad girls don’t get to have their way, princess. make me cum, and maybe i’ll grant you your wish.”
he slides his hands up your torso, teasing and featherlike. you could only shudder as you kept moving against him, your hands clinging to his shoulders and arms, stronger and broader than you remember, shaped by the years that have passed around him.
he thumbs at your nipples, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face as his thoughts begin to wander. he feels the subtle change in you, the way you tense and draw closer, and his expression shifts into something more devious (and a tad vengeful) as he watches you carefully.
zap!
puppyboy yuji always knows how to take care of you <3
“…cramps?”
yuji stares at your crumpled form in your bed. how you’ve got your blankets wrapped tightly around you, the water bottle on your night table, your dull expression of pain.
“yeah,” you croak. “and i lent my heating pad to nobara last week, so i don’t have one..and advil isn’t working.”
yuji scratches the back of his head, eyes filled with concern. “i’ll be back,” he says like he’s been handed a mission.
“wait—yuji—”
“i’ll be back!” he calls, and then he’s gone out your dorm door.
you stare at the empty doorway. “…what.”
fifteen minutes later, he returns like a storm. thee door slams open and yuji bursts in slightly out of breath, hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped. “i got stuff!”
he drops everything onto your bed in a chaotic pile. chocolate, multiple kinds. a collection of it. a new heating pad, still in the packaging. a round, soft plushie. three boxes of tea.
“i didn’t know which chocolate you like best so I got a bunch,” he says quickly, already opening the heating pad box. “and i asked the lady at the store what helps with cramps and she gave me the tea and—oh!—the heating pad—”
you blink at him. “you… went out for all this?”
“yeah.” like it’s obvious. like of course he did.
you stare at the pile again. “that was fast.”
“i told them it was urgent,” he admits, a little sheepish, plugging in the heating pad. “they let me skip the line.”
“…you told the whole store I was on my period?” you ask.
“i didn’t say your name!” he defends immediately. “just—like—‘my girlfriend is in pain and I need help’ and then this one lady was like ‘oh honey’ and—”
you start laughing. it bubbles out of you, cutting through the dull ache in your stomach.
It bubbles out of you, weak but real, cutting through the dull ache in your stomach.
yuji lights up, a little relieved. “okay, wait—here,” he says, carefully placing the heating pad against your stomach once it’s warm. “tell me if it’s too hot.”
it’s perfect. you sigh, melting into your blankets. “…that’s really nice.”
he beams. “yeah?”
“yeah.”
he hovers for a second, then picks up the plushie and gently tucks it into your arms. “it’s cute and—yeah. that’s it,” he says sheepishly.
you snort softly. “thank you.”
he sits on the edge of your bed, watching you. “does it hurt a lot?” he asks quietly, brows knitting together. “i wish i could take it for you.”
the way he says it, so simple, so genuine, makes your chest ache in a completely different way.
“you’re already helping,” you murmur.
he smiles, sliding under the blankets. “really?”
“yeah. a lot.”
he smiles a little shyly. “is it okay if i stay with you?”
“obviously.”
his arms wrap tighter around you, his hand warm over yours, right on top of the heating pad.
you sigh, eyes slipping shut, and yuji grins, heart full.
“you’re so cute,” you mumble.
he goes still, cheeks pinking. “…yeah,” he whispers, smiling into your hair, absolutely glowing.
mission accomplished.
reo teaches nagi how to fuck you properly !
you and your boyfriend, nagi have the sweetest relationship ever, trust. he’s absolutely down bad for you and you love him just as much if not more but if there’s one thing which needs to be discussed is how he is, in bed.
he is good for the most part, he surely isn’t small, no, he’s got a couple of inches on him but it’s how he fucks is the problem. he does not know how to talk you through it at all, neither how to set the mood. he just climbs on top of you with all his weight and comes and goes, doesn’t even try to make you cum because he gets lazy as soon as he finishes and just falls asleep.
so naturally you brought it up with him, and surprisingly he didn’t get defensive or offended, he admitted his shortcoming and suggested a solution.
bring his best friend to teach him!
his best friend, reo has known him since they were teenagers, before you even met nagi so you could say they know eachother better than anybody and also have insane amounts of trust in one another.
so nagi trusts him with you, and it’s not a bad idea, right?
reo’s thrilled at the idea when you guys bring it up to him. he knows his best friend cannot treat a girl right for the death of him and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about fucking you either. like c’mon, you’re a real cutie. how could he resist?
so naturally, he accepts without hesitation. and what better way to teach his dumb friend than hands-on?
“you’re okay with this, hm?” reo asked from his position on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you where you were sitting with your back against the headboard in just your underwear. “yeah.” nagi replied from his seat on the ‘cuck’ chair.
“wasn’t asking you, nagi.” reo didn’t look over, instead gestured at you with his chin, his eyes were eating you up and you couldn’t help but squirm. you nodded albeit hesitantly. reo frowned at that, “say it.” your gaze flicked towards nagi who was silently palming his crotch boredly then back at reo. “i’m alright with this, yeah.” you confirmed, nodding again.
reo smiled, “very well.” before climbing onto the bed, slipping his hoodie off, revealing his bare upper half and you had to admit, he was built.
he looked over at nagi with a small smirk. “don’t get mad.” before looking back at you and inching closer until his face was just inches from yours, breath mingling with yours, you could tell he had taken a hell lot of mints before this.
nagi barely shrugged, watching intently whilst reo pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss which soon turned messy as reo slipped his tongue in your mouth, his large palms mapping the curves of your body so hungrily.
reo was a good kisser, better than nagi even. where nagi used to just fuck your mouth with his tongue, reo took his time, easing you into it every moment until you were melting like putty in his hands.
his hand slipped between your clenched thighs to press against your hot core through the thin fabric of your panties, fingers spreading your wetness over your clothed sex. “so wet already, naughty girl.” reo whispered, pulling away. he nipped at your lower lip, eliciting a gasp from you.
he hooked one of your legs over his hip to give himself better access, his fingers continued rubbing your little clit through the gusset of your panties.
he felt your breathing quicken, hips canting against his palm and he pulled his fingers away. “she likes it when you finger her.” nagi spoke, now with a very visible bulge in his sweats. reo sighed before looking back at nagi, “nagi, respectfully, i don’t need shit from you. stay quiet.” nagi immediately quieted down.
turning back to you, reo pressed open-mouthed kisses to your throat and further down into the valley of your breasts where he reached around with his arms to unclasp your bra. “show me these perfect tits baby.” reo whispered into your skin whilst tugging your bra off until your boobs spilled free, he immediately grabbed one in his palm earning a soft whimper from you.
nagi never bothered to love your breasts like this, he only used them as pillows but damn did this feel much, much better. reo latched onto your other nipple, circling the darkened flesh until it perked.
“you’re so pretty.” reo whispered, resuming his kiss trail down to your lower belly where he began tugging your panties down but stopped abruptly. you seized, “what’s the matter?” you looked down nervously. reo just shook his head and tugged your panties down to your knees in one fell motion.
you gasped when the cold air of the room hit your sensitive cunt, making it throb in reaction. reo ran a warm palm over your clenching lower belly before nuzzling between your thighs to mouth at your pussy.
your hands instinctively went to tangle in his purple hair, “easy baby, i’m not going anywhere.” he muttered into your cunt, tongue darting out to lap between your folds.
“oh ffuckk—” you cursed, throwing your head back. “yeah? like that?” reo sucked on your folds, tongue flicking against your clit. you nod eagerly, thighs closing around his head.
reo eats you out with much pleasure, dipping his tongue in and out of you, laving over your pulsing bud. much better than your boyfriend ever did.
you look over at said boyfriend who currently has his hand down his pants, lazily stroking himself. reo notices your attention swaying and he pulls away to slap your cunt, driving your full attention back to him. “eyes on me, love.” he punctuated his words with a soft suckle to your clit.
he continued tonguing your hole, nose nuzzling into you, puffy lips mouthing all around your sex. he felt you clenching and bucking your hips into his face and he quickly pulled away, “reoo!” you whined, pouting.
reo shook his head with a soft smile, “can’t have you cumming just yet baby.” he knelt on the bed, one hand unbuckling his jeans and the other rubbing your quivering thigh.
“missionary or doggy?” reo asked, fishing his cock out from his boxers. you seemed to think for a second, nagi always took you from behind, said it was easier. you figured he just couldn’t hold eye contact while fucking you from the front.
“uh—missionary.” you muttered, your cheeks gradually heating up. reo smirked stroking his length, “heard you.” your eyes drifted down to where he was pumping his already stiff cock. it was so pretty, tip a flushed red, curved just right with a thick vein running down the bottom and disappearing in a small sprinkling of violet pubes. he wasn’t bigger than nagi but he had some size on him.
reo seemed to notice your gaze devouring him and he laughed, “it feels even better, don’t worry.” he crawled on top of you, pinning you to the bed. he didn’t rush you, didn’t make you do any work at all as he slid his length between your slick folds teasingly, tip catching onto your clutching hole with each thrust, “ready?” he grabbed the base of his cock, placing the crown of his cockhead against your hole.
“put it in already!” you whined and reo slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one go, knocking out all the air from your lungs. “shiitt—nagi never fucked you right, huh? y’re so tight..” reo cursed between gritted teeth, lip tucked between his teeth as he began moving inside of you.
“feels so good!” you cried out, back arching like it was allergic to the bed. “i know baby—shit—so fuckin’ good..” reo rested one palm on the back of your neck, his eyes gazing deep into yours.
“don’t diss me.” nagi panted from the sidelines, his sweatpants were pooling around his ankles now, his dick at full mast, filling out his fist which was rapidly pumping the flushed flesh.
you and reo ignored him, both focusing on eachother. reo held both of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours as he slowly rocked in and out of you. “sweet girl, just wanted to be loved huh?” he leaned forward, pressing a little peck to your nose.
he freed one hand to slip down and rub against your twitching clit, pinching the sensitive little pearl between his thumb and forefinger.
his thrusts began picking up pace, cock ramming in and out of you brutally, tip smashing against that soft spongy spot deep inside of your gummy insides. all that combined with the filthy whispers pouring from his lips made your orgasm reach a crescendo pitch.
“reo—reo—’m gonna!” you babbled, hands scrambling to scratch at his back, nails digging into his skin.
“cum? you gonna cum?” reo finished for you, smiling down at you. “cum for me babygirl, i got you.” reo looked over at nagi, flashing him a wink and sticking his tongue out in a ‘i made your girl nut’ way.
with just a couple more thrusts you clenched around reo as tight as you could, cumming all over his pistoning dick, a thick cream ring forming around his shaft. “hell yeah..” he panted, easing you through your orgasm.
he was close too, but the mattress dipped beside him as nagi stepped over. he didn’t bother reo, instead kneeling beside your head and dipping his aching cock into your gaping mouth.
“finally..” nagi huffed, chest heaving. his hands wrapped around your head to hold you in place whilst he fucked your throat. reo matched his pace, “don’t cum inside her.” nagi growled under his breath, of course, reo wouldn’t go that far..not while nagi was still here.
he pulled out of you at the very last moment, stroking himself over your stomach and painting your chest and belly with his seed. nagi came down your throat soon after, you choked on his cum sliding down your throat all sticky and thick. how long had it been since your boyfriend drank water?
after a moment, nagi pulled out of your mouth. drops of his seed dribbling from his tip and onto your cheek. reo stuck a finger in his release on your belly and stuck the same digit into your mouth.
“taste me.” you began sucking on his finger, he even tasted sweeter. really, how is nagi lacking so much?
nagi flopped on the bed beside you, already preparing to fall asleep. “seriously nagi! you aren’t even going to clean her up?” reo complained but nagi was already snoring.
he sighed and shook his head before bundling you up in his arms, “i’ll get you cleaned up, let’s go.” but you stopped him, “no, let’s stay.” you laid back, reo shrugged and put you down before slipping into place beside you.
“..’shiro.” you poked nagi’s cheek, he fluttered one eye open, nipping at your finger. “mm?” he hummed throaty, “oh so he doesn’t listen to me?” reo huffed, rolling his eyes playfully.
“did you like it baby?” reo asked you, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “yeah i did.” you giggled, reo smiled and turned to nagi, “did you like the cuck chair, nagi?” he chuckled. “shut up reo.” nagi wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over, spooning you.
“good night.” he mumbled. “hey!” reo gasped, shocked. “we should do this again.” you suggested with a laugh.
“no.” “yes!”
a/n: hi guys do u all love me
2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
megumi's such a clingy kitty
catboy!gumi | nsfw (handjob) | inspired by one of @lipstainedgemini's genius posts | dividers by @nicodefresas
as much as he denied it, megumi was head over heels in love with you. from the day he saw you in the pairing centre, walking past everyone else to look at him in his kennel—like you were drawn together, he was smitten. you chose him and were so sure about it, he couldn't help but instantly fall in love.
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your apartment was awfully spacious so it was easy for megumi to avoid you when he had his little moods. but these past few days, he's been lingering behind you no matter where you went. if you were in the kitchen, he would sit at the island watching you. if you were watching tv in the living room, he would sit on the floor at the side of the couch watching too. even if you were in your room, megumi would walk past your door every two minutes and 'check on you'.
that's not even the worst of it though. the amount of your clothes in his room recently is more than enough reason to raise an eyebrow too.
you never acknowledged his behavior because knowing megumi, he would deny everything and change the subject.
all of that aside, it's been a week now, and megumi is still acting not clingy. the complete opposite of his normal standoffish personality.
comforting bf gumi:(
megumi, was more closed off than anyone person you've ever met, but obviously he had his reasons for that.
you didn't know exactly why your boyfriend was so overly closed off, but you knew his reasons were valid for the way he was. there's always a reason for everything.
you're on the couch, legs covered with your fuzzy blue blanket. watching tv to try and get your mind off of things, but nothing is really distracting you. the only thought you have is megumi
megumi has been out all day, on a mission. he hasn't texted, called, it's been worrying you all day. you haven't settled, haven't even started on dinner. you've barely eaten today due to the feeling of worry in your chest, you were just too worried about megumi.
you hear the ringing of your phone, and see your home screen light up with notification, from megumi, you quickly grab your phone off of the cushion, holding the phone up close toward your ear, "hello!? baby are you okay?" you immediately ask, rather than a 'hello' the anxiety got to strong for that, you just needed to know if your boyfriend was okay.
"yeah..." he says simply, his deep voice cutting through the speaker, "are you lying to me?" you question, fingers fumbling with your hair. "no, why would i lie to you, pretty baby?"
why does he have to speak like this now?
"because... i don't know. look gumi, i'm just worried about you." you pause, trying to word your thoughts in the nicest way possible, "are you coming home? i think we should talk." you could almost feel his eye rolling through the phone, "yeah, i'm coming home. what do you want to talk about, baby?"
"i'll tell you, when you get here."
"alright."
in about thirty minutes, megumi arrived home.
you immediately practically jump out of the couch, standing up running towards your boyfriend. into a tight embrace he yelps in surprise. "hey, to you as well..." you roll your eyes, tightening your arms around his waist, "i was so worried about you." his hand rubs comforting circles on your back, "i'm sorry baby."
"stop apologizing." he goes silent after that, rubbing your back in soothing circles, "what did you want to talk about?" megumi questions softly, his voice low in the quiet living room. "sit down." you bring him towards the sofa, sitting down, he sits down aside you. waiting for you to continue.
"are you okay gumi? you're really worrying me lately. like a lot, please don't lie to me baby... you know that's why i'm here right?" you pause, "i'm here for the good, and bad moments. please talk to me."
megumi, stays silent for at least five minutes. you don't push him, don't pressure him to speak, you wait patiently, before his voice cuts in, "can i be honest?" you nod, grabbing his hands into yours. "please be honest." he intertwines his fingers with yours, "well..." he pauses, looking downward. suddenly feeling very exposed, seen.
something megumi, isn't use to. "well, to be honest i haven't been feeling the greatest." he paused again, you look at him in concern, rubbing small soothing circles on his knuckles, "in what way baby?" you say quietly, trying your best to not make him feel pressured.
"i... i just— i'm tired, yknow?" you knew exactly what he meant, he didn't mean just physical, he meant mentally, emotionally, and that scared you most because. megumi is not the type of person to ask for help, and what if it gets worse. what will happen to him?
"baby... i understand, please talk to me no pressure, you don't have to if you're not comfortable, but i'm here. i will always be here for you my love."
he completely lets go in your arms, clinging to you like a child as the dam finally breaks. years of repression, stoicism, and burying his feelings pour out in the form of violent shaking and heaving sobs against your shoulder. "i'm sorry... i'm sorry..." he gasps out between breaths. "i just love you so much it hurts." you rub his back soothingly, "shh, i've got you baby. let it out, is that that the only reason you're crying?" you ask gently, not trying to pry him.
he stills against you, his tears slowing. after a long moment, he nods against your neck—just a small, jerky movement. he takes a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper when he speaks. "i'm scared." it's the most vulnerable thing he's ever admitted to you. "scared of what baby? i've got you nothing is going to hurt you now." you rock him in gentle circles, creating a gentle rhythm.
he nuzzles into your touch, seeking comfort and closeness. he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to admit his biggest fear. "i'm scared that one day you'll realize i'm not worth your time and affection. that you'll leave me and i'll be alone again."
oh how your heart shattered at those words.
"baby... no you're worth everything. you deserve the world." you pause, your hands tangling in his sit strands. "id do anything for you, i'd for die for you. i'd kill for you. please i'd do anything it takes to keep you my love. don't ever think other wise."
he pulls back to look at you, his red, puffy eyes searching your face desperately for any hint of lies. but he only sees truth and love reflected back at him. something inside him seems to break open completely, all his walls crumbling. "you make me feel so..."
you cup his face gently, pushing his damp black spikes back, so you could see his face. "so what?" you question softly.
he leans into your palms, pressing his face against your hands as if he needs the contact to ground himself. his voice trembles, barely audible. "you make me feel so... whole. like i'm not broken anymore. like i'm actually allowed to be happy." a fresh tear slides down his cheek. "i've never felt safe in my entire life until i met you."
you smile at him, "oh baby. i'm so glad i'm able to make you feel loved, and secure." he starts crying again but they're softer tears now, not born from fear or sadness but from overwhelming gratitude and love. he presses into your touch like a starved cat seeking affection. "i don't know how to be needy like this..."
"well." you gently brush a strand of his hair out of his face, "do you feel better now baby?" he nods weakly, sniffing. he's suddenly aware of how he must look—red, puffy eyes, running nose, flushed face. he normally hates looking weak or vulnerable, but with you he feels zero shame. he's just... relieved to have let it all out. "i feel lighter."
you smile again, relieved that he's feeling better now. "i think you're tired." he blinks slowly, suddenly realizing how exhausted he feels—not just physically, but emotionally. drained from years of bottling everything up with only one release. he yawns unexpectedly, and it catches him off guard. "...maybe." he admits reluctantly, knowing he can't hide anything from you anyway. he collapses against your chest, not caring about his dignity anymore.
and after that, you brought him into your shared bedroom.
maybe rocked him to bed as well, after all he'd never been babied, never really been loved. he should know what it's like to be loved, you'll do whatever it takes for him to know that he's appreciated by you, and many others.
authors note: more angst until i'm better