content: pre-relationship bed sharing, flirty/mildly sexual implications
It's truly unfortunate that, while on a mission for the Agency, you have to share a bed with DAZAI — or so you think, at least. He doesn't share the sentiment in the slightest, instead smiling as innocently as possible the moment his gaze falls onto the single bed in the hotel room booked for the night. While he pretends to offer you the bed, he'll guilt-trip you about the couch being way too short for his long legs and about his back already aching until, eventually, you give in and share it with him.
Naturally, he gets into your space more than necessary at night, pretending he's asleep while cuddling close to you, given how, then, you can't cuss him out for wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck, breath warm against your throat. It's worse that he knows if you won't get any amount of sleep whatsoever, much too busy with fighting off arousal while he's pressed flush against your back.
“Hm? No, it's alright. I don't mind taking the couch. What kind of man would I be if I let you sleep on there? Still, it's just — it's way too short and hard. Couches this uncomfortable shouldn't exist, really. I doubt I'll be able to get even a wink of sleep tonight, what a shame.”
When there turns out to only be one bed in the hotel room you're supposed to stay in for the night, CHŪYA doesn't even hesitate before offering you the bed, immediately going for the couch instead. He won't accept any protests either; no matter whether you're worried about his comfort or just think it's polite to refuse his offer, he won't allow you to spend the night on a sofa. He's not making a huge deal out of it and, if you keep being annoying about it, he gets more and more exhausted by the minute.
Eventually, he might give in to the idea of sharing the bed. He has no trouble keeping to himself — or so he believes, because, once he's actually asleep, softly snoring into your ear, he's moving wildly, one leg eventually thrown over your body, arms stretched out. If you mention it to him in the morning, his cheeks flush soft pink.
“Hm? The fuck you mean, you'll be taking the sofa? Definitely not. I'm already here — and I don't mind. Go lie down and get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow.”
RANPO, the very moment he steps foot into the room, decides he wants the bed to himself. The idea of taking the couch doesn't even cross his mind; instead, he makes his way over to the bed all too quickly, though, when you end up either glaring at him or asking him to share, he just shrugs.
Really, he doesn't make too big of a deal out of sharing a bed, not even seeming a little nervous at the idea of lying down beside you for hours on end. Meanwhile, at night, he cuddles up close to you — actually asleep, unlike a certain someone —, arms wrapped around you, for once completely unaware of you being all flustered because of him. In the morning, it'll be like nothing happened, even though you can't quite stop thinking about
“What are you looking at me like that for? I said we can share. If you're hoping to have it for yourself, tough luck. I was here first, just saying. Just get in or move to the couch already, I'm tired.”
All of FYODOR'S decisions are based on logic; this one is no exception. If the bed is large enough to fit two people, it's large enough for the two of you to share — though, if you feel like taking the couch instead, he won't protest. That's your decision to make, after all.
While actually sharing the bed with him, it's basically like you're alone in there, anyway. He doesn't move when asleep, doesn't make a sound; it's all too easy to imagine he's not even there, even though, occasionally, a dark strand of hair might brush against your face. What you don't know, however, is that he, at night, while you're fast asleep, he takes the time to watch you up close, lilac eyes tracing over every plane of your face.
“I do not mind sharing the bed with you. I hope you feel similarly. We both are adults, are we not? I doubt this will be an issue. Just lie down.”
NIKOLAI is undoubtedly amused by the idea of sharing a bed with you. He doesn't waste a single thought towards either of you taking the sofa instead; nonsense, just why would you do that? There's a perfectly fine bed right there, and surely both of you are mature enough to share one without any issues, right? Wrong.
He makes a point of being as obnoxious as possible, cuddling close to you the very second you lie down. It doesn't help that he's both tall and strong, his arms closed around your waist so you can't even try to get away or up, and he makes a point of whining whenever you attempt to squirm away. It's going to be a long night.
“What's the matter? Why are you moving so much? Stop it, I won't be able to fall asleep this way. Or — ah, are you trying to rile me up on purpose? That's naughty of you, sweetheart.”
SIGMA immediately makes a beeline for the couch the second he notices the dilemma of having a double bed rather than two separate ones booked. He won't even discuss the topic with you; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or forced to sleep on a sofa, so he'll do it instead. There's no whining or guilt tripping from his end; he simply accepts his fate for the night. There's worse things to endure.
If you're incredibly serious about convincing him, however, he might just give in, even though his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual when he lies down next to you, making sure there's an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you. If there's anything he doesn't want, it's you thinking he's trying to be creepy after you've decided to trust him — he probably ends up barely getting any sleep, just because he's worried about accidentally getting too close to you.
“Are you sure you're alright with this? I really don't mind spending the night on the sofa instead. ... Well, if you're sure — thank you.”
𝐀/𝐧: I enjoyed writing this coz i love playing with ppl's hair lol, thanks anon! ANON HUHU SRY I accidentally deleted your request cuz i forgot to schedule it later and it got posted too soon so i deleted it TT. Sorryyy
—𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚
Chuuya leaned back on the couch, his head resting on his s/o's chest. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh as their fingers played with his hair. It was a feeling he had grown to love, and he couldn't resist the urge to let out a small chuckle.
"You really love playing with my hair, don't you?" he asked, a smirk on his lips.
His s/o smiled down at him, their fingers still tangled in his hair. "Of course I do. It's so soft and silky, and it looks amazing when it's styled."
Chuuya couldn't help but feel a little bashful at the compliment, but he was also secretly pleased. He tilted his head back a little further, allowing his s/o better access to his hair.
"You know, you're the only one I let do this," he said, his voice softening.
His s/o's hand stilled for a moment before continuing their gentle strokes. "Really? Why's that?"
Chuuya chuckled. "Because it's just for you. I don't want anyone else touching my hair like this."
His s/o smiled down at him, their eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I feel honored then."
Chuuya let out a small laugh before tilting his head up to look at his s/o. "You know, I love it when you play with my hair like this. It's so relaxing and calming. It's like you're lulling me to sleep."
His s/o smiled softly at him. "That's the idea. I want you to feel calm and relaxed."
Chuuya closed his eyes again, his breathing steady and calm. He was so comfortable in this position, and he knew he could stay like this forever. He was glad that his s/o loved playing with his hair, and he couldn't imagine anyone else doing it quite like they did.
—𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮
Dazai snuggled closer to his s/o, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He let out a contented sigh, feeling relaxed and at ease in her arms. He loved the way her touch felt against his scalp, the gentle tugs and pulls sending shivers down his spine.
"Your hair is so soft, Dazai," she said, her fingers continuing to run through his hair.
Dazai chuckled. "I'm glad you think so. I've always taken good care of it."
"I can tell," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
Dazai closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of her fingers, letting himself get lost in the moment. He felt safe and happy, knowing that he was loved and cared for. He shifted slightly, snuggling even closer to her and resting his head on her chest.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as she continued to play with his hair. Dazai let out another sigh, feeling completely content and at peace.
"Thank you for doing this," he said, his voice soft and quiet.
"For playing with your hair?" she asked.
"For everything," Dazai replied. "For being here for me, for loving me. I don't know what I'd do without you."
His s/o smiled and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "I'll always be here for you, Dazai. No matter what."
Dazai smiled and closed his eyes, feeling grateful and blessed to have her in his life. He knew that he could always count on her, and that thought brought him a sense of peace that he had never known before.
—𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥
Nikolai's s/o brushed her fingers through his hair, playing with the long braid that rested on his chest.
Nikolai let out a contented sigh and shifted his head, getting comfortable in his s/o's embrace. "You always know how to make me feel relaxed," he said.
His s/o smiled softly. "Your hair is so soft and nice to play with. It's like running my fingers through silk."
Nikolai chuckled. "I take good care of it. It's important to keep it in good condition."
"I can tell," his s/o replied. "It's always so shiny and smooth."
Nikolai hummed in agreement, enjoying the soothing sensation of his s/o's fingers running through his hair. "You know, I never used to let anyone touch my hair like this," he said. "But with you, it feels natural and comforting."
"I'm glad," his s/o said. "I love being close to you like this."
Nikolai closed his eyes and relaxed, savoring the feeling of his s/o's gentle touch. It was moments like this that made him feel truly content and at peace.
—𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲
Fyodor shifted slightly on his s/o's chest, adjusting his position so that he could continue reading comfortably.
His s/o's fingers ran through his hair, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
"I could do this all day," his s/o said with a contented sigh.
Fyodor opened his eyes and looked up at her. "I wouldn't mind that," he said softly, placing a bookmark in his book and setting it aside.
His s/o smiled down at him, continuing to run her fingers through his hair. "You have such soft hair, Fyodor," she said.
Fyodor tilted his head back slightly, a small smile playing at his lips. "I'm glad you like it," he said.
His s/o leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead before resuming her ministrations. "It's relaxing, you know?" she said. "Just sitting here with you, playing with your hair."
Fyodor closed his eyes again, letting out a soft hum of agreement. "It is," he said. "I feel...content."
They lay there in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company. Fyodor's s/o continued to play with his hair, and he continued to relax into her touch.
Finally, Fyodor spoke up. "Thank you for being here with me," he said.
His s/o looked down at him, a soft smile on her lips. "Always," she said. "I'll always be here for you."
Fyodor reached up and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "I'm grateful for that," he said. "Truly."
—𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚
Sigma was comfortably lying on his s/o's chest, his long hair fanned out around him as his s/o played with the soft strands. He was engrossed in the book he was reading, but he couldn't help but smile contentedly at the feeling of his s/o's gentle touch on his hair. It was one of the many small things he loved about their relationship.
As his s/o continued to play with his hair, Sigma let out a small sigh of contentment. "You know, I could get used to this," he said, glancing up at his s/o with a smile.
His s/o chuckled softly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. I love playing with your hair."
Sigma closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of his s/o's fingers running through his hair. "It's so relaxing," he murmured. "I feel like I could fall asleep right here."
His s/o laughed again, their fingers continuing to work through the tangles in Sigma's hair. "Well, if you do, I promise to keep you safe," they said teasingly.
Sigma chuckled softly, snuggling closer to his s/o. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, the warmth of his s/o's body seeping into his own.
For a while, the two of them simply lay there in silence, the only sound the turning of pages as Sigma read his book. But eventually, Sigma set his book aside, turning to look up at his s/o with a smile.
"Thank you," he said softly. "For everything. I love you."
His s/o smiled back, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Sigma's forehead. "I love you too," they said, their fingers never stopping their gentle movements through Sigma's hair. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
And with those words, Sigma closed his eyes, feeling safe and content in his s/o's arms. He knew that no matter what happened in life, he would always have his s/o by his side, ready to offer comfort and support whenever he needed it. And for that, he was eternally grateful.
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synopsis: after a long day at work, sigma really needs to relax in your arms...
content: fem!reader, sleepy n tired sigma, so so fluffy and soft
"Dear?" Sigma's voice called out for you after he opened the front door to your shared home, his heels clacking against the floor as he made his way inside, closing the door after him.
No response.
That's weird. You always got home from work earlier than him.
"Darling? Are you home?"
His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, scanning the room devoid of your presence. He was so excited to see you, yet you weren't here where he wanted you to be. Making his way toward the couch, he sat down, slipping off his shoes and coat, setting them aside before resting his head against a pillow. As his eyelids grew heavier by the second, a brief nap on the couch didn't seem like a bad idea to pass the time before you returned home soon.
Soon enough, you opened the front door, entering with a plastic bag in your hand.
That was before your eyes laid upon Sigma sleeping on the couch, your heart throbbing at the sight. He was resting on a pillow with one arm covering his eyes, probably to block the light from above, and his pretty, tousled hair splayed out in all different directions on the arm of the couch. You tried to be as quiet as possible, removing your shoes and placing your things on the counter before approaching him. Kneeling at his level, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. He shifted in his sleep, grumbling at the sudden disturbance.
"Hey, it's okay," you whispered to avoid startling him too much. "It's just me."
Sigma's hazy eyes slowly opened to see a figure above him, his lips curling into a smile once he recognized it was you.
"You're home.."
You released a soft gasp as Sigma quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around you, feeling giddy at how he must've missed you throughout the day. His chest is pressed flush against yours, head resting on top of yours, fingers tangled in your hair, a sigh of relief leaving him as he basked in your company. No matter how many layers of clothing you two wore, you could always feel each other's warmth through the fabric.
"We ran out of your favorite tea, so I went to buy some more," you said, explaining your late arrival to him.
"You did?"
How sweet. You could've waited until tomorrow, but as soon as you noticed it had run out, you decided to go out and restock. After all, you knew how much he enjoyed his nightly cup of tea. He released you from his embrace to stand up and walk to the counter, you following behind. He rummaged through the plastic bag—a box of honey lavender tea and a sprinkled sugar cookie.
"And a little snack in case you were hungry," you add.
"Thank you.." He replied with a smile, gratefulness evident in his eyes from your thoughtful action.
You faced him, gazing into his slate eyes and giving his shoulders a squeeze. "Did you eat lunch today, Sigma?" While waiting for a response, you help untie his tie, rolling it up after watching the fabric surrender and collapse in your hands. You then unbuttoned his dress shirt, taking your time with each button, each moment of the intimate gesture enrapturing you. Helping him undress after work was a daily ritual for you, a mundane task, but you enjoyed doing it for him regardless, cherishing the closeness it brought to your relationship.
Sigma's gaze was fixated on the floor as you did this, ashamed to admit the truth, scared to see the look of disappointment on your face. He didn't want you to feel like you had to take care of and look after him all the time, as he had promised you to make an effort to prioritize his health over work, but it seems like he's forgotten. Despite this, he eventually shook his head, and the way you halted your movements fueled his head with more nervousness. But, rather than what he expected, you only smiled and hugged him instead, wanting to ease his worries.
"That's okay, you're trying your best. I'll make something for us, alright? And your tea as well."
You're so kind and patient with him. He felt so undeserving of your love.
"You have to eat Sigma, or else you'll get sick if you don't," you told him before making your way toward the kitchen.
You're too good for him.
"Wait.." He grabbed your wrist before you could move any further.
"Just stay next to me for a bit, please." He pleaded, intertwining his fingers with yours. The way his other hand went up to his face to rub his eyes showed his tiredness. He's so cute when he's sleepy. You nodded and led him, settling him back onto the couch before carefully removing his earrings and placing them on the coffee table. Sigma felt his heartbeat pick up as he experienced the kindness of your gestures, knowing that you were aware of his stress.
"How about I give you a scalp massage?"
He nodded gleefully to your offer, immediately leaning closer so you could touch him. Your fingers glided through his hair, fingerpads pressing lightly onto his scalp and moving them in small circles, attempting to relax him as much as possible. He let out a sigh in content, closing his eyes and groaning.
"God, that feels good love."
Your hands ghosted over his skin, to the back of his neck, rubbing your fingers in circle-like motions to soothe his tense muscles before dropping to his shoulders.
"Rough day today, honey?"
A frown fell upon his lips, thinking about your question earnestly and stringing his answer together before responding. Most days, he would come home with at least some good news to share with you, but it seemed like today was not one of those days.
"It was okay, I suppose. One of the slot machines was broken without my knowledge, which made a customer upset. I felt guilty for such a mishap so I offered them drinks on the house and had a slot tech get the machine repaired immediately. I just kept thinking about that the whole day, how I must've disappointed someone and," he sighed before continuing, "I also had a lot of papers to go over today, but other than that, it was fine."
You rubbed his back while you listened to him speak, a pout forming on your lips as you examined his weary state while he spoke. Listening to Sigma recount the mishap today and express his guilt about the situation reminded you of what initially drew you to him—his kindness. All you wanted to do was take all his stress away. The least you could do was this, being here for him when he needed you, you thought. Your hard-working man only deserved the best treatment after an exhausting day.
"It's not your fault, Sigma, please don't blame yourself." You reassured him, aware of the doubts he harbored as a manager. He loved when you did this, listening intently to him vent about the stresses of his day, empathizing and validating his feelings as he melted into a puddle in your arms.
"Do you know the biggest reason why I love you?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands.
He shook his head with widened eyes, keen to know the answer.
"You're so kind."
"And you're sweet," he managed to stammer out with a blush at your response, and the way you were leaning into him didn't make his flustered state any better either.
"Shh, you're sweeter.." You used your fingers to comb through his bangs, moving them to the front, giggling as Sigma shook his head, who was shy from your fervent words. He held onto your waist while you played with his hair, observing your pretty face with dilated pupils.
"You should wear your bangs to the front more often. You look cute like this."
Sigma looked aside to conceal his embarrassment, his cheeks dusted with a tint of pink. "My bangs don't look good like that, they're better kept swept to the sides." Despite thinking this, he didn't make any effort to touch his hair, instead looking at you like a shy little boy. "But if you like it, then I'll wear them like that more often.."
All fell silent for a moment before Sigma drew you close, his hand carefully holding the back of your head. His lips met and lazily moved against yours unhurriedly, savoring the sweet taste of your lips.
"You're too tired for this," you pulled away after a minute. "Do you wanna go to bed soon?"
"No, come back, please," he whined, drawing you back to him. It didn't matter if he was too sleepy. He wanted, no, needed your touch. "I wanna kiss you more, n-need it." Even though he was practically falling asleep and couldn't think coherently, there was still a longing for the tender touch of your lips on his. All he knows is that he needs you close to him right now in any way possible. The kisses you placed on his jawline and lips felt nothing less than euphoric, his breath hitching from your eyelashes fluttering against his skin, his sweet giggles filling the room from the ticklish sensation. He was enjoying himself greatly, really feeling like he needed this. In Sigma's mind, he felt like he was in heaven right now. You were such a breath of fresh air when you came into his life, so different from everyone else that only manipulated and used him for their own benefit. Not you.
Eventually, he had to pull away as the tiredness wearing him down washed over him entirely. His head fell on your chest as his eyelids drooped down from drowsiness, cradled in your arms with your chin resting on the top of his head, providing a warm oasis of comfort. Sigma didn't like to be so vulnerable and needy, usually putting your priorities above everything else. But in times like these, he preferred to be the little spoon and wanted to be taken care of, so you made sure to make that happen for him, taking delight in how he always fell asleep like a baby in your arms.
"I'm proud of you, Sigma," you murmured softly, kissing his hair.
That did it for him. Those simple yet affectionate words always worked wonders whenever he felt this way, your words and affection offering him the reassurance and contentment he couldn't find anywhere else.
"I feel better," he whispered, his voice barely audible, brimming with gratitude. "I want to keep making you proud." He managed to utter before falling into slumber with a slight smile on his face. Sigma was more than grateful to have you in his life, always looking forward to coming home to you at the end of the day, for you're his one and only safe haven.
Sigma would be so flustered, gasping when you bite down harshly on the soft flesh, leaving your mark on him. You continue to leave little bites and bruises all over his inner thighs, slowly making your way to his aching bulge before kissing and licking him through his boxers, the material already soaked from his precum. He bit down on his fist, trying so hard to muffle any sinful noises from escaping his lips. God you were such a tease, he thought to himself as you pulled away from the place where he needed you the most. You gave him a boastful smirk, "enjoying yourself, pretty boy?" His glassy eyes only glared at you through his lashes, muttering soft curses when you palm him through his boxers. "good, because I'm gonna have so much fun with you." Sigma gritted his teeth, cheeks flushed in a beautiful shade of pink, he's gonna get you back so bad.
Your hand came cracking down brutally on Nikolai's thigh before sinking your teeth into the sensitive flesh, making him thrash around in the binding you oh so eagerly wanted to put him in. You'd think this was actually hurting him if not for the sloppy grin splayed on his swollen lips, a smudge of dark red lipstick staining them. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, telling you exactly how much he was enjoying this. What a masochist. "harder!- please, fuck! harder-!" You only laughed cruelly before taking him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down enthusiastically around his thick girth. Your eyes watered from the sheer size, slobbering all over his dick. He tried to thrust up into your welcoming mouth but the ropes held him in place, tied so tightly around him that it would leave marks for days.
Only in Your Dreams || Sigma x Reader || Soulmate AU
// TW: nightmares, sedation, gun threats
//I wrote this at 2am while I’m at work on my phone. Idk why I’m motivated but I am, and I usually write on my laptop so I’m sorry for any typos/autocorrect confusion and I’m also pretty sure this is hot garbage because I’m sleep deprived. Eat up, my wonderful readers !!
You were told when you were a teenager, that one day you will meet your soulmate in a dream. One day you are destined to meet in the real world, but predetermined factors allowed for you to communicate with the help of the universe.
At first, you feared you didn’t have a soulmate, as nothing surprising happened in your dreams, if you had them at all. “You’ll know when it happens. The universe likes to take its time…” your caregiver told you when you were 17, and some of your friends had already met their soulmates by this time!
You went on into adulthood, doing your own thing, working at your job and doing your usual routine. When you fell asleep on your couch, something in the stars was settled, and your soulmate must have been finally assigned, because you saw him.
You were wrapped in a tornado of some sorts, what looked like office supplies and science devices flew all around the room. In the eye of the storm, an adult man was in the bomb position, his hands over his ears and hunched over on his knees. The closer you crawled to him, the louder this disorienting music started to play. This must have been his nightmare. You try to call out to him, but nothing comes out. Stupid dreams, can’t even use your motor functions. Your heart was racing as your thoughts went back to the fact that you were seeing your actual soulmate for the first time. You place a hand on his back, and you can feel him shuddering- it was so real.
When he looks up to you, you see his eyes are like a husky’s; bright blue and sharp. His nose protrudes in the most handsome way, and his eyebrows are lifted, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Your dream has stopped, and you woke up, dazed on your couch. You sat up quickly, trying hard to imagine his face in your head. You didn’t even know his name yet, but he was perfect.
You were eager to fall asleep again, to be able to intercept his dream and lay with him. You wanted it to be real, and to be able to speak to him. You almost couldn’t sleep from the excitement.
This time, the dream was more… painful. You were in the darkness, walking through a tunnel to a light, hanging from a cord that you could see just in front of you. You could hear someone’s voice, but it was not the man in your dreams. It was a woman. “Siebren… You’re going mad. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be sedated for you’re own good.” You we’re able to see him laid on a table in a straight jacket, and what looked like a muzzle over his face. He was squirming away from a needle that a red-haired woman held at his face. “Gravity is not yours to control anymore” she wickedly smirked, a substance oozing from the needle. You quickly ran into action, trying to save him from his nightmare. Siebren… was that his name? You were able to slap the needle from her hands, and she disappeared into a purple warp. Your breathing was heavy, going into protective mode for your soulmate. You looked down at his scared, confused face, and you tried to put the prices together of what the woman had said. You tried to unwrap him from his straight jacket but nothing you tried in the dream would work, so you fell to the side of the table, hugging him and trying to assure his nightmare would no longer bother him. He seemed more… comforted.
The dreams you had with Siebren were almost always nightmares. He was in a cell, in a hospital, in a whirlwind of gravity, loud classical music torturing his mind at all times. You were there for him, to chase away his fears and hold him. But then he started to intercept your dreams.
You were being chased by a giant dog, representing how you often procrastinate your real problems and run away from them, and you were being terrorized by the loud barks coming from behind you. Suddenly, you ran straight into Siebren, who was looking much different than your previous dreams. He wasn’t in such an upset state, nor was he wearing a muzzle or being bounded by something. He looked… powerful. You threw your arms around him, and that horrifying music actually started to sound calming for once. The giant dog was bounding towards you, and you clutched him. He began to rise from the ground, floating above you and rising the dog with him with his fingers, before throwing it far out into the outlands of your dream world.
The most recent dream almost felt… too real. You must be close to actually meeting your soulmate, you figured. You were sleeping in your bed, and then suddenly you found yourself laying in a beautiful sun, and sand beneath you. You basked, jumping into the blue ocean and splashing around with everything in your little imagination. This was more of a fantasy than a dream , and Siebren had suddenly rose from the water, joining you. He smiled to you, and embraced you before playfully rising his hand and manipulating the waves to splash you. You had a little sand fight, and played around on the graceful beach together, until you both laid onto the bed of sand and embraced each other. “I can’t wait to meet you” you heard his voice for the first time, and it shocked you. He had a cute accent, and also- you hadn’t been able to speak in your dreams up until now. “I hope we can be together soon, Siebren.” You said back to him. He blushed at the sound of his name coming through your lips. “I’m sorry… but I don’t know your name, my love.” He stroked your hair, looking deep into your eyes. “Y/N.” You whispered to him, and your dream began to fade away as you awoke from your slumber.
You went about the following days unable to sleep much, worrying about Siebren, and also feeling worthless at your job. You left late at night, and you had to walk home because the bus didn’t run late. It was cold outside, and you could hear rioting in the streets behind you. The war of humans and omnics was a horrible time to live in, considering the company you work for specialized in omnic parts and replacements. Through customer service you learned omnics are not as bad as the world makes them out to be, and stayed out of the bad parts of town due to the rioting.
However, nothing you could do could avoid this very scenario happening. The whole reason your dreams appeared to you, all fell down to this single point in time.
You were looking up at the sky, admiring the stars on your way home. The wind blew your hair around and made you shiver, holding your arms to your chest to create warmth. You were overworked, angry that you had stayed overtime to finish a project. You almost always finished your work on time, but something today was just creating a wall for you that you couldn’t overcome. You were hungry, and desperately trudged through the whipping winds around you, street lights flickering. You didn’t hear a single thing, before suddenly you tripped over something and onto your face. You heard a laugh from behind you, and then suddenly in front of you. You looked in the direction, but you saw nothing. You could hear a female voice, but you couldn’t spot where it was coming from. “Heard you were working for the exact corporation Im on a mission to hack~” she purred in your ear. “You must be valuable, I bet you know all the ins and outs.” She cooed, and you caught a glimpse of a purple blur in the corner of your eye. “Are we gonna play nice or are we gonna have to do it the hard way, chico?” You were watching her flicker around you, and suddenly you stuck your foot out and tripped her, giving her a taste of her own medicine. When she fell, she came out of her invisible-mode and you saw her angry face, and also the hun that was in her hand. “Oh you’re gonna get it now!” She started to run after you, but you already bolted off towards your home, trying to avoid her. You looked behind you, and you couldn’t see anything, so you either lost her or she was invisible again, but you just kept running. “I need some backup over here” you heard her voice from somewhere behind you. You turned a corner, and found yourself in a dead end alleyway, pressed against the wall, hoping she’d pass by you.
You heard a click, and suddenly she appeared in front of you. “Baby, you’re gonna be dead in 2 seconds if you don’t-“ she had the gun up to your head, and you were frozen, just staring foreword and trying not to cry out of fear for your life.
Another figure slowly floated into the alleyway, and he suddenly shoved her aside, “SOMBRA, NEIN!” His deep voice halted her, and she now sat up against the other side of the alley. It was dark, and you could really only see his silhouette, but this man felt so… familiar. His voice, his figure, you recognized him. A bursting feeling pounded in your chest, and you felt magnetized to the floating man. “Siebren?” You weeped, moving towards him. “I didn’t know it was you, Y/N Mijn liefje. I’m sorry, I would never let anybody hurt you. het spijt me.” He wrapped his arms around you, and it felt right. You truly did feel safe. Sombra looked between the two of you, a little weirded out, and then darted off in another direction.
“I’m here for you now. Thank you for being there for me, when I needed you. I have never been able to sleep with my nightmares, but you made them all go away.” He kissed your forehead, showing his appreciation. “…And you can call me Sigma, if you wish. I’m part of a team and everybody mostly calls me this.” He took your hand in his. “Okay, Sigma. Would you mind escorting me home?” You kissed the tip of his nose, your lips warming up his face. “Of course I will.” He took your arm in his and you let him stay over.
Sigma was very cuddly with you, and you assumed he was touch-starved from his time spent alone or in asylums. When you asked about the music, he seemed a little comforted to know that you could hear it too when you connected to his dreams. You kept him distracted from it when you were together, his happiness drowning it out. He likes to lift you with his gravity manipulation and dance with you.
Also he shows you his gravity balls :) and they’re pretty neat
think about sugar daddy sigma in an au where he runs a super successful company or something like that. he would be so sweet to you, giving you everything you ever ask him for, acting like he doesn’t want anything in return, but you both know what he wants. he pays you hundreds for small things, like pictures or going to a nice dinner with him. (my favorite thought) he takes you to big important meetings, and has you sit on his lap, moving his leg to rub against you. or, or. he has you sit on his cock as he goes over numbers and important news and information, and doesn’t move until the meeting is over and everyone else has left.
oh wow
sigma would definitely act like he doesn't want anything back in return but he sure knows i'm about to go down on my knees whenever he calls me. he would be very reassuring and gentle too, just saying how his baby can do whatever with his money without worrying about any 'payback' heemheem 👉👈
i'm not into cockwarming while in a meeting with people in the room but he would totally let you suck him under the table while having a few clients in front of his table heuheu. or just simply cockwarming him while he's working or answering his important phone calls heh
May I request HCs for Lúcio, Sigma, and Roadhog going out with their S/O and taking their S/O’s younger relatives (siblings, cousins, etc) trick or treating with them? Sorry if this request doesn’t make sense, I’ll clarify if needed, but thank you ( ◠‿◠ )
A/N: No worries, friend, I getchu!
Also, happy Halloween!!!
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Lucio
He’s so excited
Like, SO excited
Halloween is one of his favorite holidays so you know he goes all out
Tricks out the kiddos’ costumes probably a little too much
Luci, your young cousin dressed as a robot doesn’t actually need functional robotic arms
If you’re someone who doesn’t do costumes, too bad because you and Lucio are wearing fancy matching ones
He’s so giddy about Halloween that it’s almost like you’re dealing with another kid
Before the group goes out, he sits down with the kids and makes a game plan
Helps them figure out the best and fastest candy routes, and pick out which houses have the best goodies so you guys can hit them first
He also picks out a few check-in spots in the neighborhood just in case anyone gets lost
Strong believer of the idea that no one is too old for trick-or-treating, so he waits until the kids each grab a couple of pieces before snagging a piece each for himself and you
He’s running around and being just as squirrel-y as the kids are
It’s chaos
But it’s fun chaos
By the end of the night, each of the kids has a giant bag of candy, and so do you and Lucio to share
He’s probably just as exhausted as the kids are by the end of the night but he ends up hauling like three half-asleep kids home on his shoulders and in his arms anyway
Once back home, it’s movie and candy-trading time
Everyone pours out their candy into separate piles and trades disliked treats for faves
Then the lot of you curl up and watch some Halloween classics
The kids don’t make it through one movie before falling asleep
Lucio barely makes it through two
Sigma
Excited but more for the kiddos than himself
Tbh, he’d much rather be at home handing out candy than wandering around in the chilly evening air b u t he loves to spend time with your and your family, so he’s immediately on board
Not much a costume man, so he lets the kids pick what he is and does his best to recreate it
The youngest member of the group demands he be a doctor fairy and he just can’t refuse
While out and about, he hangs back with you to share small talk and keep and eye on the kids going haywire around you
He helps you corral them around and make sure everyone is behaving and being nice to each other
Some house have candy bowls sitting on tables or stair railings that are too high for the kiddos to reach, so he picks them up one by one to help them snag their favorite ones
On occasion, he’ll sneak a candy to bring back and split with you as your group continues on its way
Tbh, most of the night is just you two corralling children and sharing kisses and candy when you get a chance to
Roadhog
Honestly, a little stressed, not that he really shows that
You know him well enough to tell, though
Nervous because he thinks he’s scary but not in the fun Halloween way
Your young relatives disagree but he chalks that up to them being familiar with him from previous meetings
If he comes down the street dressed up in a costume, he’s going to scare everyone and send them running
Which he normally wouldn’t care about but he doesn’t want to ruin things for you and your family specifically
You might have to convince him to wear something other than his regular attire because he thinks his normal getup is spooky enough
“Mako, you can’t go like that, you’re literally a wanted criminal.”
He grumbles about it being Halloween so no one will know it’s him, only to be shut down when you point out that it would be hard to overlook the fact that his body type and his outfit are identical to that of the wanted Roadhog
He probably quietly pouts a little bit longer but caves almost immediately when you bring out the puppy eyes
If he has to wear a costume, you have to pick it for him
So, naturally, you pick a cutesie pink pig
And you’re the farmer that owns said pig
Moving onto the actual outing, though
The kids basically ride Roadie all evening
He’s a giant, a few tiny people in glitter and face paint would be like carrying a gallon of milk
They sit on his shoulders or hang off his back and arms
He doesn’t mind in the slightest
They only hop off to run up porches to get the goods
He wasn’t entirely wrong that he would spook people but with his piggie outfit, it was only enough to get them to veer out of his way
Which meant your group got to the best candy first
Once he realized his power and your young family members’ enjoyment of it, he started actively spooking groups of kids and parents out of the way
You probably would have scolded him if you didn’t notice the kids getting such a kick out of it
