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With one hand he pushed you up against the next wall. „I think i should show you just how small i am“ he growled and turned you around without much effort, your cheek was pressed against the cold brick wall as he held both of your wrists up with one hand, grinding himself against your ass so you could feel the large bulge forming under the thin fabric.

It made you gasp, of course you knew he was big but you certainly didn’t expect him to be this big. You struggled against his hold and he chuckled, not letting go „Wasn’t that what you wanted?“ he hummed, leaning down to be right next to your ear and you nodded embarrassed „Think you can handle that much?“ he asked amused, and you shook your head, pretty sure he would rip you in two and he let go of you, thinking you have changed your mind but you whined. „Use your words Baby… Wanna see how much you can fit?“ he asked amused, not wanting to take you against your will and you nodded to his surprise.

With a smirk he picked you up and carried you further away from the others, peeling you out of your clothes quickly before pushing you against the wall again, hoisting you up so your core was right in his face, your legs thrown over his shoulders. „Gonna prep your pretty cunt first“ he growled before diving right in your slick folds, moaning at the taste when he lapped at your throbbing clit, a thick finger quickly finding it's way to your entrance, circling it a few times until you tried pushing yourself onto his finger. A small chuckle erupted from him at how desperate you were, pushing his finger inside of you all the way, feeling you clench around him from the simple stimulation. With a small grunt he sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue over the nub as he added a second finger, the stretch already burning in your core but it pushed you closer to the edge. Uvogin scissored you open, making a third finger fit and curling them against your sweet spot, leaving you to cry out at how full you fell, quickly covering your mouth so the others won't hear. “Just like that Baby, taking me so well” he hummed against you, feeling how close you were so he picked up the pace of his fingers. With desperation you tried grinding yourself on his face, hands buried in his hair when you finally tumbled over the edge, creaming around his thick fingers as he carried you through your orgasm. “You did so well for me… So good” he whispered and removed his fingers, both of his hands holding your ass as he pushed your core against his mouth, his tongue pushing inside of your cunt to taste more of you, your slick and his saliva dripping down to the floor and he groaned at how wet you were for him, pulling away once He was satisfied.

His cock was freed quickly with one hand, hanging low from the weight and he chuckled, lifting you off his shoulders and holding you up on his cock, fisting it against your folds, eyes locking with yours “let's see how much you can take” he hummed, thick head pushing past your entrance. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream with each inch that disappeared inside of you, clawing at his large biceps in a hopeless effort to stay grounded. Tears built up in your eyes when you looked up from his chest, begging him to stop but he hummed, stroking your cheek gently, hips stilling for a moment “taking me so well… Almost in all the way. Can you handle more?” He asked softly and you sniffled, pushing yourself down to take him all the way which made him groan, holding you close to his chest when he felt you shudder, trying to get used to his size. Once He felt you slowly rocking on his cock he smirked, pulling out almost all the way before pushing you down in one thrust again. You never felt this full before, wanting him to make him yours. “M-more. Fuck me Uvo” you whined, trying to meet his slow thrusts and he laughed at how eager you were, using your tight cunt like a toy, slamming you down on his impressive length at a fast pace, throwing his head back when you clenched around him. He quickly readjusted you, throwing your legs over his shoulders again as he continued to fuck up into you, reaching even deeper than before. Each time his tip kissed your cervix the knot inside of you tightened until it finally snapped, gushing all over his abs with an obscene moan of his name.

Your walls pulsing around him threw him off, hips stuttering but he pulled you off, placing you on the floor before fisting his cock over your face. Eagerly you opened your mouth, sucking as much as you could as he came inside of your mouth with a loud groan, one hand resting on the wall to steady himself. You tried to swallow it all but some of it ran down the corners of your mouth and he was quick to catch the drops with his thumb, pushing it inside of your mouth “all of it, Baby. You can do it” he hummed and watched you suck his thumb clean, swirling your tongue around it before releasing it with a wet pop.

The look in your eyes was enough to let him know that you're his now, no other man would be able to satisfy you the way he would and it made him smirk, helping you to get dressed again. “Next time I want you to cum inside of me” you giggled against his chest and he looked down at you “there's a next time?” He asked amused and you nodded softly.

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 asks you to play with his hair when he's tired. he secretly loves when you style his hair into a little bun or two cute pigtails. "how do I look? hot I hope." "you're the cutest gang leader I've ever seen." he cherishes these little moments.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 can't be angry at you for too long. even when he has a good reason he can't help but smile when he hears you say you're sorry. if he decides to stay mad at you for a little while he will loose focus on everything he's doing and he will think about you during the whole day. you have him wrapped around your finger even if he will never admit it.

𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 takes pictures of you when you're not looking. he does it when he finds you very cute on the moment, like when you're petting a cat, brushing your hair or simply doing something you like. these pictures are often terrible, blurred because he took it too fast but he still uses them as his phone wallpaper. he blushes really hard when you catch him taking the picture, and even more when you see his wallpaper of you.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 made a playlist of songs that remind him of you, it's basically some chill songs, with relaxing beat and soothing lyrics but sometimes more happy tunes, because you make him feel at peace with himself. but he's definitely too shy to send you the link.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 asks politely for kisses. he always asks for your consent before kissing you. moving his head a little closer to yours, he lets his eyes trail slowly over your lips and finally raises them to your eyes. "can I kiss you precious?" "why do you always ask?" "I don't know, maybe one day you'll get bored of me." "I will never get bored of you takashi." he smiles and brushes his hand over your hair, bringing your face closer to finally put his lips on yours, pulling you into a heated kiss.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 sends you a photo of everything he's doing during his day. sometimes it's the picture of a cat, with the caption 'he's cute, like you', other time it's a terribly taken picture of baji chewing on noodles. you're his photo diary, you could easily do a photo novel with all the pictures he sent.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 offers you gifts when you least expect it. three months ago he saw you looking at that thing with dreamy eyes. being an impatient little shit he took your arm to drag you along with him, saying that it's a waste of time and money. and here he is now, handing you that very special thing you saw three months ago. "you-you shouldn't have..." "take it already. or else I'll sell it." he's probably gonna ask for a kiss as a way of thanks.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 loves to give you compliments when you least expect it. you're reading a book, focused and silent, when you hear him say: "you look really cute with you brows all furrowed like that~" destabilizing is his favorite thing to do. "aw and look at you, don't be flustered, it'll only make me wanna tease you more ♡"

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎 touches you when he's thinking deeply about something or when he's lost in his thoughts. his hands mindlessly wonder over you, sometimes he plays with your hair, twirling strands of hair between his fingers, or intertwined his fingers with yours as he reads something, completely focused. once he notices what he's doing with his hands he removes them and seems shocked of his own actions. "that's okay, you can keep playing with my hand." "I wasn't- umm fine..."

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 kisses you whenever he passes by you. a quick peck on the forehead, a wet kiss that sounded so obscene on your neck, or instead of simply kissing your cheek to greet you he gently takes your hand in his to kiss your knuckles. a cute menace.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 pulls at your clothes when he's too shy to directly ask for your attention. it's very gentle tho, sometimes you barely notice it, he seems like a lost child waiting for you to pick him up, well, a child who is 5'7" tall.

soft headcanons part one

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you were aware of the circumstances he worked under, and the reasons. to put his little sister back together again. it was very vague, but you didn't want to pry or ask any more of him. anything involving his family was a sensitive subject and you knew it pained him to talk about it.

it wasn't uncommon for him to disappear for a day or two, telling you he needed to run an errand and that'd he'd be gone for a few days, but this time was different. he went to work and just.. never came back.

you began to fear for the worst, but you still hope that he would come home. though as the days passed, you became more and more tempted to file a missing persons report, and the first place you would check was his place of employment.

the place always scared you. michael had told you about it a few times and from what he had said it was an unpleasant, uncomfortable place. he had to crawl through the vents to get to other sections of the building. the things that lurked in the shadows there worried you, making you fear for the safety of your boyfriend, but you knew he could handle it. he was strong, he proved that with every day he came home.

he barely got any sleep, even from the first day you moved in together. he has at least 4 locks on the front door of your shared home, and you'd never asked about it. you assumed it was his paranoia that someone was out to get him for what his father had done.

you had begun watching the new episodes of his favorite tv show, 'the immortal and the restless,' to update him on when he got back.

if he ever did.

michael was confused at what had happened to him. he was so close, saving his sister was just out of reach. he was manipulated. no, she was manipulated. elizabeth, his sweet and innocent little sister, manipulated into a monster. he didn't even recognize her anymore.

a few low, but surprisingly loud beeps came from the scooper, and then it hit him. it wasn't painful at first. the feeling of death almost peaceful, until he opened his eyes again, laying on the sidewalk. he recognized his surroundings, but just barely.

he stood up. pain moved through his bones and his joints, and he looked down at his hands. he was purple. he looked down, at his body. more purple.

he wanted to wake up. all of this was just another nightmare.

quickly realizing he was in public in front of a bunch of strangers, he thought of the quickest way home. back home to you.

he cringed at the thought. you'd certainly leave him after seeing him like this. after his body was inhabited by that.. thing. giving a name for it would humanize it. but that thing had his sister, and he wouldn't stop until he was able to free her from it's clutches.

he limped down the road, turning down an alleyway to use the backroads preventing more people from seeing him. his mind lingered on you. he knew you wouldn't love him anymore. he didn't deserve you after this. he never deserved you at all.

he thought back to how you reacted when he told you about his family. his father, the serial killer and child murderer, responsible for all of those deaths at the freddy fazbear's pizza locations. his little brother, who's death he felt guilty for. the guilt often weighed him down, resting on his shoulders and never leaving. and his sister. he was told she disappeared, and he assumed that's all it was. until relatively recently.

you were so kind. you held him when he cried, encouraged him when he was down. you smiled at him, told him that you loved him.

"i will love you, always and forever."

the first time you said that to him was when he told you about his past. he didn't know how to react to it, his body tensing up as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands tangling in his hair. he froze in your touch, before relaxing, his arms tightly wrapped around your middle.

and he thought about it again.

'i will love you, always and forever.'

he knew you meant it back then, but he didn't think you would anymore. he hadn't even seen himself in a mirror but he knew he was hideous. he knew he was practically just skin and bones now, his hair almost completely gone. he lifted a hand to his cheek.

he didn't know how he was even still alive.

maybe it was for his sister. to truly save her and free her from the hell she'd been trapped in.

maybe it was for you. the one who'd loved him through everything. the person he always knew he could count on. he smiled, thinking of you.

he turned a corner, his shared home with you now in his line of sight. should he even bother coming home? what was there, other than you, that was important to him at all? he thought for a moment. there was nothing.

but then he thought of you. he knew you were worried. you had to be. you worried whenever he went out to the grocery store. he thought about you crying because of his disappearance. he thought about you thinking that he was dead.

he tried to take a breath, and then realized he couldn't.

he looked over to another road. he could turn away now, leaving you without answers forever. he looked back at your home, the one you'd bought together. the one you shared memories in together. he could continue his path and face you, knowing you wouldn't love him anymore.

both were painful options, but he knew he had to see you. he couldn't leave you worried about him for the rest of your life. he knew you were still holding onto hope that he was alive. you always did. whenever some's pet went missing in your neighborhood you always held faith that it would return. he knew you were feeling that way about him.

he was slower now. he didn't walk like a stereotypical zombie that came out of a horror movie. his back still stood up straight. he still had his spine, at least. he hesitated a few times, going back to deliberate his options again and again, too afraid to face you, fearful of what you would think of him.

he passed a dumpster, a large, oversized hoodie sticking out of it. it smelt horrible, but he put it on, desperately trying to cover himself up from the prying eyes of the world. it was simple, a plain, black sweatshirt. no designs, nothing. it wasn't special, and he wasn't either.

after he left, you would surely find someone else. you would move on and forget that you ever dated him in the first place. a pang struck his heart. he didn't want you to leave him. 

he walked up the steps, finally standing at the front door. he looked around. the shutters on the windows, he remembered, you picked out. he shut his eyes. he could turn back now and you would never know he was even there.

he couldn't do that, though. not to you.

he reached into his pocket, bony fingers searching for his keys. he pulled them out, looking down at them. he found the key to the door. it had a cat on it. you picked it out. it's bright, green eyes, stared back at him, and he thought of you.

he thought of all the times you'd been there for him. every time he shed a tear, you were there. every time he woke up from a nightmare, sobbing so hard he couldn't breathe, you were there. you always were.

he put the key in the lot, wiggling it as he turned it so it would work. it didn't sometimes. you'd laugh whenever it failed on him. his hands were shaky as he unlocked the door and it swung open. you were nowhere to be seen, but he was only in the foyer. you weren't going to be standing right in front of the door waiting for his return forever.

he took a step inside. would you even recognize him at all? would you panic at the sight of a walking corpse in your home? the home you once shared with the man you called the love of your life? 'maybe.' he thought. his features were only slightly distorted from the decomposition. he wondered how long it had been since the scooping. he didn't want to think about it, anymore. he shook the thought out of his head, taking another few steps inside.

he turned, looking down the hallway. the hallway led to your shared bedroom and a bathroom, as well as a spare room you'd been using for storage. there were a few things you could never bring yourself to get rid of, and he loved that about you.

sometimes you would joke about that spare room being a child's. a child that you would have with michael. he'd brush away the idea. having a family was never on his mind, too afraid of turning into a spitting image of his father. after all, he already looked almost exactly like him physically. he couldn't become more similar to him than he already was.

michael's search got more frantic, suddenly desperate to see you as his pace quickened. he turned a corner to the living room. then he saw you.

sitting on the couch, watching 'the immortal and the restless'.

his chest suddenly felt heavy. you hated that show, but you watched it so intently, your face glued onto the screen. he could only see the back of your head and he was almost afraid to step into your field of view. you wouldn't love him anymore. he knew it.

you must not have noticed the door open. you were relaxed into the couch. he noticed his favorite drink sitting next to yours on the coffee table. it was untouched, unopened.

you'd been saving it for him, in hopes that he would come home.

he couldn't handle it anymore, and he walked a few paces forwards, body language non threatening. you didn't notice him at first, but you clearly tensed when you did. "who are you?" you asked, your voice shaky as you did so. you leaned against the arm of the couch, as far away from michael as you could be.

he didn't realize he had the hood up on the sweatshirt. he pulled it down, and your face softened. "mikey?" you asked, standing up and taking a few steps towards him.

he felt a twinge in his heart at the nickname. he'd hated it growing up, his father frequently using during his childhood. then he met you, who used it. and he was comfortable hearing it, only if it came from your lips.

he didn't even look up at you. he didn't want you to see him like this. you took another step forward, almost falling into his arms, "oh, mikey.." you muttered into the sweatshirt, your voice muffled but just loud enough to where he could hear you. he was weak, his muscles withering away. "i was so worried about you.." you spoke, more to yourself than to him.

his arms hung at his sides, too shocked to move. he thought you wouldn't love him anymore, but here you were, holding him as if nothing had changed. "you.. you still love me?" he croaked out. he hadn't spoken since the scooping.

"of course i do. i could never stop loving you." you said, pulling away from the hug. he finally made eye contact with you, and you smiled. you lifted a hand to his cheek. your touch was so warm. he hadn't realized how cold he'd been feeling until he felt your hand on his skin.

"what happened to you..?" you asked, letting yourself examine all of his features. michael still looked like him, the same man you woke up to see every day, albeit his skin was more gray now than before. his eyes were sunken in and his cheekbones hollowed out. you were worried about him standing, worried that his bones would give out.

he didn't answer, and you didn't care. he could talk about it when he was ready, the only thing that truly mattered was that he was back at home with you, and safe. you grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. he sat down, and you followed.

he was truly so tiny. his height still remained the same, but he was noticeably smaller. you wanted to hug him so much tighter, but you didn't want to hurt him. "i missed you." you mumbled. it was so quiet you swore you'd be able to hear a pin drop.

you couldn't help but notice that the only breathing you were hearing was yours.

was michael.. dead? it seemed impossible, but knowing what he worked with, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility. you didn't care. he was here, alive, in some way, and sitting right next to you.

you laid down on the couch, your arms extended out to him. he had a sad expression on his face. he noticed your gesture and moved closer to you, laying his head down on your chest.

he could hear how fast your heart was beating. did you really miss him that much? he noticed the huge smile on your face as soon as you realized it was him. he didn't think he had this much of an affect on you.

the episode of 'the immortal and the restless' continued on, but he couldn't even focus on it. he couldn't believe he was here with you again, curled up in your arms. he knew you could sense whenever something was bothering him, and the way you reacted was exactly what he needed.

"you still love me?" he asked again, his voice splitting the silence.

"i will love you. always and forever."

he looked up at you, and you looked down at him, your head angled in a way that looked incredibly uncomfortable but it didn't seem like you minded at all, your brain too focused on the man you loved.

"no matter what, okay? nothing is separating the two of us." you chuckled, running a hand through his hair. when you pulled your hand away, a few strands were stuck in between your fingers.

he relaxed. he loved whenever you played with his hair.

"always and forever?"

Roxanne Wolf

- 1001 words

Her paws envelop yours as her tail wags excitedly. "Did you see that, (Y/N)?" She asks. Her eyes reflect the joy she feels from winning the race against her fellow Glamrocks. There was no way in hell that Roxy would allow herself to lose to them, especially in her raceway.

Her words enter one of your ears and come out of the other. It feels like the world has slowed down as you concentrate at the sight in front of you; her large paws holding your hands. You could barely call them paws, they were too human-like, down to the manicured green claw.

Her hands were cold on your warm ones. It sends a shiver through you, goosebumps immediately present on your arms. It made sense, metal on human skin. Though cold, it was a feeling you welcomed. It was the first time she has ever held your hands like this - so intimate, so real.

Roxy removes a hand as she snaps a finger in front of your eyes. "(Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N)? Helloooo?" She calls. You flinched as the heat rose to your cheeks. How embarrassing.

What was she talking about again? Race.. Score.. CHECK THE SCOREBOARD!

Your thoughts are jumbled from being roughly pulled away from the dream-like state you were in. You chuckled awkwardly and glanced at the large scoreboard behind Roxy.

ROXANNE - 5

MONTGOMERY - 4

FREDDY - 1

CHICA - 0

TOTAL ROUNDS: 10

WINNER: ROXANNE

You smiled brightly at the wolf, "Hey, you won! Couldn't let Monty have the last point, huh?" You teased. Roxy grinned, showing off her fangs. "Of course. I can't be losing at a race where my partner is present."

Partner? Did she just call you her partner?

LIKE, AS IN ROMANTIC PAR-

"(Y/N)? Do you want me to bring you to the first aid station? This is the second time you zoned out in the same conversation.." Roxy asks worriedly. She puts a hand on your forehead, feeling for your temperature. Oh, how nice the cold metal felt on your warm skin. You sighed in content.

"36.5 degrees celsius. You're at a normal body temperature, yet your cheeks are still red. Are you sick?" Roxy prods once more. You pull her hand away from your forehead and let out a small laugh. "I'm fine, Rox."

Roxy looks at you unconvincingly. "Seriously, what's up? You only zone out when something is bothering you." You pursed your lips together, unsure of how to exactly explain it to her. There was the chance of her taking it the wrong way and thinking that you disliked this special treatment that she was giving. No, you loved it.

However, Roxy had never established that you were in an official relationship with her. You adored her, definitely. You would agree in a heartbeat if she asked you out. But this was just a friendship, nothing more.

"You called me your partner...?" You trailed off, the statement coming off almost as a question instead. Roxy nodded, confusion evident in her eyes. "I did. Do you not like being called that?" You shook your head, "No, that's completely fine! The word 'partner' has several meanings, such as a business partner-"

"Romantic partner. Like a girlfriend, or a boyfriend. That's what humans call it, right?" She cuts you off with a cheeky grin. You stutter, you were not expecting her to be so blunt about this. Not even an once of hesitation from her.

"Y-Yes.. But you're supposed to ask the other person if they want to be your partner. You don't immediately assume it.." You say slowly and cringed at your own words. Words were what hurt Roxy the most, and you were afraid of hurting her. You just had to get your point across.

Roxy lets out a low hum. "Is that so?" You nod. You weren't prepared to see the tears well up in her eyes, as you had a few times before. You weren't prepared for her to get upset at you, maybe even stop talking to you. Ending her friendship with you.

You looked down, afraid to even glance at the beautiful wolf. She was too perfect (quite literally, considering she wasn't human). You would never be able to forgive yourself if you had hurt her, albeit unintentionally. 

Roxy hooks a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at her. There's that feeling again. Cold metal on your warm skin. It was such a nice contrast. She smiles. "I'm sorry for assuming, (Y/N). Would you like to be my partner?" She asks.

She said it. SHE SAID-

"(Y/N)? If you freeze up again in the next five minutes, I'm really going to bring you to the first-aid station." Roxy says. She's teasing this time, though. You can tell from the teasing tone in her words. You laugh and throw your arms around her, enveloping her in a hug. "I'd love to be your partner! I thought you'd never ask.." Your voice went quiet, a sob threatening to leave your lips.

Roxy peppers you in small smooches, "My partner. Mine, mine, mine." She says softly in-between kisses. One hand wrapped around your waist to hold you steadily, the other grasping your hand gently. You lean into her touch, "Yes, Roxy. All yours." You reply back, reaching up to place a kiss of your own, on her nose.

She might be cold metal, but she definitely did have a warm heart.

Montgomery Gator

- 1449 words

Monty still remembers the first time he held your hands like it was yesterday. Technically, it was a few weeks ago, but he's too caught up with love to care.

He currently holds your hands in his, watching your face slowly for any reactions. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut for a brief second, he felt the shudder that ran through you, down to your fingers. Your heartbeat had elevated, not to a worrying extent, but rather, a heartbeat pattern he knew by heart. He had memorised it upon picking up that your heart only beat like this when he was around. He was the reason for your flustered state.

And as your gator animatronic boyfriend, it made him prouder than anything; prouder than when he joined the Glamrocks. It made his non-existent mechanical heart swell, knowing that you were genuine in the affection you felt for him.

"You okay?" He asks softly, rubbing his thumb on the back of your palm. His thumb was comically large compared to yours, but it was something that you would never change. Comparing hand sizes with Monty was the first physical interaction you had with him. Unknowingly to you, that interaction alone was enough to rope the gator in, he wanted to know anything and everything about you from then. He never knew that it was your touch he was missing; your soft laugh from that interaction made him realise that he was in interested in you.

You giggled and blew a stray hair away from your forehead. "Your hands are a little colder than normal because they're made of metal. But that's okay! Just a little surprising."

Oh, right. It was the first time the Pizzaplex has witnessed winter. All of the animatronics were mesmerised by it, gazing at it longingly from the exit of the building. Monty was delighted when he saw snowflakes littering your hair, down to the pair of jeans you always wore. He had tried to pick one up as gingerly as he could, not wanting to break it, only to frown when the snowflake had soon melted away.

Monty chuckled, moving forward to press a kiss to your forehead. Well, a kiss to the best of his ability, it was more of how a pet would nuzzle a human. Your giggles rose in volume upon more physical contact with him, "You're cold all over, Mon! Metal is a good conductor of heat," You said, your mechanical knowledge whirring around in your brain as you attempted to explain it to him.

Monty roared with laughter, his voicebox crackling and wheezing. "If I can get you cold enough, I could freeze you and keep you in this position forever." He says cheekily, meeting your eyes with a grin.

You raise an eyebrow, "What would you even do with me frozen?" His grin grows wider as physically possible, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you into an Impossible Hug; it was impossible for you to get out of. "So I can cuddle with you for all eternity!"

You relaxed against him, feeling the cool metal against your body. Albeit colder than what you were used to, Monty's personality practically melted the coldness away. You loved being able to touch him, to hold him. Luckily for you, Monty's love language was physical touch as well, be it cuddling, kissing, or holding hands. That last one was both of your favourites, it was enough to know the other was there without being too eye-catching for visitors at the Pizzaplex.

Your soft snores soon filled up the atmosphere, making Monty chuckle. It had been a tiring night. You were busy fixing up the other Glamrocks while Monty trailed after you, watching as discreetly as he could so that you would not be distracted. He knew you would not be able to get your job done had he been next to you, you would be busy conversing with him, your task quickly forgotten.

As you snoozed on your robo-boyfriend, Monty took it upon himself to connect to the internet to search for something. Something to combat the cold he was unable to control.

"Hey, honey." You yawned as you entered his green room the next night. You had just finished fixing Sun's faceplate, the poor thing was unable to spin due to a piece of metal that had gotten stuck. Sun had said the metal must have come from one of the play structures he accidentally ran into, in an attempt to entertain the group of toddlers he had for the day. Poor guy, he was trying his best.

Monty looked up from his couch, quickly hiding whatever he was holding behind his back. "H-hey, babe. You're back early.." He had stuttered and trailed off in one sentence. That was weird. You knew if he had done either, he was hiding something. But to do both in one go? Something was definitely up.

You hummed, a teasing grin on your face as you walked slowly towards him. You leaned forward, right into his face, "What 'cha hiding, gator?" The closer you got, the more Monty pushed himself and sunk into the couch, to the point where your nose and his snout was touching.

Monty's eyes shifted away from yours, visibly uncomfortable. "N-nothing.." He says softly. You followed where his arms led to, down to his hands that was hidden behind his back.

"You're a bad liar, honey.." You said, pressing a kiss onto his snout. Monty relaxed, leaning into your touch. That was it! The opportunity!

As you kissed him, your hand trailed down to where his hands were. You came into contact with something.. soft? You grabbed at it, effectively stealing it from Monty's hands. You expected to find a plushie, just like all of Monty's previous gifts, only to see a pair of gloves. Knitted gloves.

"What's this?" You asked, pulling back from him. You were perched on his lap, as you usually were, inspecting the accessory.

Monty chuckled awkwardly, "You mentioned that I was cold yesterday. While you slept, I tried learning how to knit a pair of gloves for you to wear. So that you wouldn't feel cold while we touched.." As he explained, his large hands pulled each glove over your hand. They were the same shade of green he was in, along with black accents at your fingertips, to symbolise his claws. The gloves fit comfortably, albeit a little big for your hands.

Your heart had warmed up from being in the presence of your boyfriend, but this gesture had set it on fire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. It was not as tight as his Impossible Hug, but it was the best you could manage.

"You're too sweet, honey. Thank you!" You exclaimed. He truly was too sweet, he was always showering you in constant affection, from holding hands to now this. Monty lets out a content grumble, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Anything for you, babe."

The rest of the night, you lounged in Monty's room as he told you about how he learnt how to knit. Turns out, Youtube tutorials were too confusing for him. In a last attempt effort, he had turned to Moondrop for help. You had no idea why the nighttime animatronic knew how to knit, but you supposed it was so that he could make blankets for the children to use during nap-time. You had seen the blankets, a calming navy blue shade with small suns and moons in an alternating pattern.

As it also turns out, Monty was really good at picking up handicrafts. A secret talent, of sorts. He was amazing at painting when given a big enough paintbrush for his hands. Likewise, he easily picked up knitting after learning the basics from Moon and made your pair of gloves within a few hours, during his break time.

"Freddy even called me a grandma!" He whined at the end of his story, deflating against you. You laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You may be a grandma, but you're the sweetest, cutest, and most loving grandma gator ever," You teased. He huffed and blew into your neck, your ticklish spot, causing your laughs to become louder.

The next night, Monty gave you a new pair of gloves. They were long fingerless gloves, running up to your shoulders. Yet again, they were the same green as he is. You had supposed he had accidentally made it too long or miscalculated the proportions, only to read what he had stitched onto the sleeves of the gloves, using his signature purple.

MONTY LOVES YOU

Moon

- 974 words

Moon has always loved the way you fit into his hold. He loved how you leaned into his touch, how you whined softly whenever he stopped touching you for a second. He loved how you and him fit together like two lost puzzle pieces, only to find each other again. He felt like he was made only to make you happy, and it was a responsibility he took up with pride.

That was how you and him were at the moment - you were curled up in his arms, shivering slightly under Moon's touch. Moon had taken you to his bedroom, above the nursery of the daycare. Thanks to the recent upgrade that separated him and Sun, looking after the Daycare became much easier for them. Sun would be able to look after the rambunctious and energetic children, while Moon took the tired children for nap time. After that glitch while him and Sun were still in one body, it caused the children to be terrified of them. They were both extremely glad to be separated and to gain the children's trust again.

As there was no one sleeping in the nursery, Moon was spending his free time talking to you, Sun's helper. He had noticed that you were acting a little differently than usual, the way your forehead was slicked with sweat and how you stuttered with every response you gave him. After a quick scan, it was revealed that you had a fever. A baby fever, nothing to worry about but it was something that both Moon and Sun agreed that you needed rest. Keeping up with Sunny in the daytime was not easy, after all.

You were thankful for Moon being made of metal in this moment. His cool exterior against your warm skin made you sigh in content, relaxing against him immediately. You were so busy with looking after others, that you forgot to look after yourself.

His bedroom was extremely different to Sun's, no surprise there. Sun had a mattress on the floor, but it was covered in so many plushies that he never bothered to pull the mattress out. However, Moon's room was surprisingly similar to a bedroom you would find in IKEA, where there was simply a bed, a workspace and a cabinet to store items and clothes. It was just that the room was in his signature navy blue, along with glow in the dark stickers littered along the ceiling to resemble stars. On the vacant walls, Moon stuck photos of you, him and Sun, alongside drawings that the children had made for him.

"Is it too cold, my planet? Do you want me to increase the temperature?" Moon asks worriedly. You groan and clutch at him tighter, effectively trapping him in your grasp. "No, Moony. You're cold, I like that.." You protested sleepily.

You heard the soft crackle from his voicebox, his version of a chuckle. Through the bleariness of your vision, you see his faceplate spin with amusement. He moves closer than he already was, pressing his faceplate on your forehead. The coolness was just what you needed.

"Hush, now my dear. It's bed time.." He begins to hum, a soft lullaby version of the Daycare theme. "But the kids-" You begin, only to be cut off with a finger on your lips. "You don't want to get the kids sick, do you?" Moon asks. You shook your head, regretting that instantly as the dull throb from your headache returns. You winced and groaned softly, only for Moon to move his hand from your lips to the back of your head, massaging the throbbing area.

"Good, now go to sleep. You can play with them tomorrow, but let me take care of you for now.." Compared to Sun's loud and energetic voice, Moon's voice was smooth and silky - just what you needed to pull you deeper into the land of dreams.

As you drifted off in his arms, you felt Moon shift to press where his lips would be onto your forehead (you could tell, due to the small rectangles that were also softly pressing into your skin; his teeth) in a small kiss. Moon pulls his handmade knitted blanket over your body as gently as he could, before slipping out of his bed.

Just as he was about to open his door, it swung open, revealing Sun. He held a tray, a bowl of porridge and a bottle of water on it. He peered past Moon and into his mirror image's room, seeing you fast asleep on Moon's bed. "Are they okay?" Sun attempted to whisper. Though it was much softer than his normal booming tone, his voice was still loud.

They both watched in alarm as you shifted in your sleep, only for you to snuggle the Moon plushie that was next to your head. Moon sighed in relief. He grabbed the tray from Sun's hands and left it on the nightstand and rushed out the door. He glared at Sun, "You're still too loud, Sunny."

Sun slumped slightly. Had you been there, you knew he would he pouting, if he could, that is. "Sorry, Moony. Just wanted to make sure that our planet is okay," He apologised sheepishly. Moon waved a hand dismissively as he and Sun began walking back down the stairs to the Daycare.

A small line of children sat at the bottom of the stairs, instantly perking up when seeing the two jester animatronics. "Mr. Moon, will you be putting us to sleep?" A child asked, as they sleepily rubbed their eyes. Moon chuckled and picked up the child, guiding the children into the nursery. "Yes, yes. Come now,"

“I’ve been impatient,” you noted.

“I see,” Mikey chuckled, dipping his lips close to yours, and he shifted on the blanket, furiously pushing it to the side. His clothed erection met your sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. “Waitin’ for me, pretty? Let me reward you for being so cute and sexy.”

“You flatter me,” you joked.

“Anything for my sweet, precious wife,” Mikey said, leaning back to bite on your bottom lip. “M’gon’ ruin you all fucking night, you—”

“Daddy!”

In an instant, Mikey rolled over to the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling down to the floor on his chest. Heaving, his eyes shifted to the bedroom door, where his child fumbled in with tear-stained eyes. Aggressively, he rummaged to his pants, shakily putting them on in hopes of quickly hiding his large bulge peeking from his underwear.

“What is it, baby girl?” Mikey cooed, voice brightening. “You should be sleeping at this hour.”

“Buuut,” his little girl whined, fighting back a cry. “I didn’t get to see Daddy before I went to bed and I got scared he was gone forever.”

“Oh, sweet dove,” Mikey pouted, quivering his bottom lip while shoving his pants further up his lap. Soon, he inched a hand to have his child run over to him, where he playfully bit her earlobe only to have her cry out nothing but enchanting giggles. “Daddies need to sleep too, and mama has to get her rest, yeah? But I’ll always come home to my girls. Especially for you—” Mikey poked his child’s nose; a giggle was returned. “—since I can’t survive without my sweet dove by my side!”

The young child grinned. “Bedtime story before I go back to Dreamland?”

Mikey smiled, closing his eyes. “One story, lovely. Then it’s off to bed, ‘kay? Daddy has work in the morning.”

“Okay!”

Your daughter ran away into the hallway, singing along a song about ice cream before you let out an exhausted sigh, running a hand across your forehead. Soon, your lips were met with Mikey’s, where he rubbed a hand against your clothed thighs, eventually teasing around your sensitive buds hidden beneath the pajama top as his fingers worked his way up. Groaning in dissatisfaction with his tease, Mikey smirked, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wait for me, my love,” he whispered. “Won’t take long. I will be yours all night tonight.”

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

Sanzu trailed in, tip-toeing across the floor so that the gentle creaks wouldn’t awaken his daughter in the next room. Sighing deeply, he walked into the shared bedroom where he took in the liberty of shaking his legs out of his pants. Groggily, he noticed your sleeping figure—only to smirk when your eyes fluttered open at his sight.

He stood out from the pale moonlight peeking in through the windows. “Couldn’t sleep without me, angel?” Sanzu noted with a grin. “Love that you wait for me but you need to rest too.”

“You take too long to undress,” you snarled playfully before grabbing ahold of his waist and his eyes widened, watching you nibble across the band of his underwear while rubbing your hand against his clothed erection. “Making me more impatient as the clock ticks.”

“Oh, dear,” Sanzu smirked cheekily, leaning in close to bite on your earlobe. “You’re eager for me, aren’t you?”

Slowly, he placed kisses along your jawline, causing you to giggle before his hands took note of your breasts, and he rubbed along the sensitive bud underneath the silky pajamas he bought you a week ago. Nothing satisfied him more than hearing your breathy moans—all from the gentle touch of his fingers, where they slowly trailed down to the hem of your panties before he eased you further into the bed.

“M’gonna ruin you tonight. Got the day off tomorrow, so,” Sanzu chuckled close to your ear, slowly grinding into you. “It’s only you and—”

“Daddy?”

The young feminine voice echoed throughout the hall, where Sanzu’s eyes enlarged before he quickly hopped off to grab ahold of his clothes. His legs shuffled through his pants right before the bedroom door slowly opened, where his eyes met with his younger daughter—wearing nothing but unicorn pajamas with wide-saddening eyes.

“Oh, princess!” Sanzu called out, running a hand through his hair. “It’s very late, you know? Daddy needs to get his sleep too. Why aren’t you being a good girl and staying in bed now?”

Your younger daughter whined with a pout. “Because Daddy didn’t get to sing me a lullaby before bed.”

Fighting back a snort, you turned away as Sanzu eyed you cautiously before standing up. He bent down, grabbing ahold of his daughter as she wailed out for mercy before he peppered kisses all over her forehead. Sanzu began singing a song about flying cars and how he was the toughest daddy in the world, only to hear nothing but happy giggles from his daughter’s lips.

“You better fight Uncle Mikey then, baby girl,” Sanzu pouted, furrowing his eyebrows. “Because he keeps me away from you and mama,” he placed a finger on his daughter’s nose before gasping. “How about I sing you two lullabies before bed? That way my baby can fall asleep and I can go off to bed with mommy, then?”

“Okay!” Your daughter cried out with a grin before Sanzu placed her down.

She scurried out of the room, nearly skipping out the door. Sanzu sighed, shaking his head tiredly before gazing back at you, smirking with a shrug. You watched him lean in to bite your neck harshly, soon to keep his hands on your breaths as he continued to rub your buds underneath the cloth—you groaned to his ears; he smirked at that, and Sanzu pulled away, whistling a cheeky tune.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, pretty,” his tongue stuck out. “I still have to eat my dessert before bed.”

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

Inching his way further into the bedroom, Rindou made his way to the shared bed before he could let out a tired exhale. Slowly, he undressed from unbuttoning his top to removing his pants, and your eyes opened at the sight of him. He watched you, hungrily, only to have him shake his head and sigh.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” Rindou pouted. “Missed you—but aren’t you tired?”

“I am,” you responded. “I was waiting for you.”

“Angel, I love you, but you must be tired ‘cause our little princess can keep you up all day,” he chuckled with a nod. “I’ll get in bed with you then we can—”

You grabbed a hold of his wrist, where his top was only halfway buttoned. Rindou fought back a yelp of surprise and he tumbled on you, where you perked up to place your lips along his jaw, nibbling on his skin. Fighting back a quiet moan, his head shook to where his own lips can play along with your neck.

“Feisty, I see?” He chuckled deeply, placing his hand further down to meet with your panties. “Even wore my favorite color too—someone had been waiting for me.”

“Shut up.”

“Love you,” Rindou grinned, only to push a kiss onto your lips while he slowly rolled his hips into you, causing you to quietly moan against his mouth. His eyes widened as he started to push the top up so he could place kisses underneath your breasts. “Quiet now, baby. Don’t wanna wake the little one up now, do we?”

“Aah Rindou,” you let out a shaky breath, where his tongue trailed along your chest. “Please, touch—”

“Daddy! Are you there?”

“The hell?” He quipped, and in an instant, Rindou jumped off the bed immediately where he grabbed onto his crumbled pants on the floor as you shuffled beneath the blanket. The bedroom door widened, where your younger daughter stood there crying with her dog stuffed animal in her hands. During the bits of her cries, Rindou attempted to throw his pants on in the midst of the crisis.

“Baby girl, what is it?” Rindou asked; his voice reaching a high peak—only meant for you and his daughter to hear. “Bad dream? Did the scary monsters wake my little princess up on her way to Dreamland?”

“Daddy,” she cried out. “I missed you. You got eaten by the big wolf in my dream.”

Fighting back a laugh, you covered your mouth as Rindou blinked absentmindedly. He coughed into his fist, only to pout with large eyes. “Oh nooo, that’s so sad,” Rindou gritted his teeth, unsure of how to properly respond. “But I’m here now. Daddy’s alive and well.”

Your young daughter ran to throw her hands around Rindou’s neck, where she let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. “Daddy’s tough. He can fight anyone, can’t he?” She cried out, and Rindou bit his bottom lip from laughing. ‘If only you knew, sweetheart,’ he thought. “I want Daddy to be with me forever.”

“And I will always be with you and mama, ‘kay?” Rindou grinned, placing kisses on her forehead. “Let me read you a bedtime story and I promise that I will fight the big nasty wolf in your dream this time.”

“You will?”

“Anything to protect my little girl.”

“Yay!” She yelled out loud, clapping her hands before skipping out into the room. “Bedtime story with Daddy!”

Rindou’s eyes twitched once the bedroom door slammed shut. He turned to you, raising a brow. “M’not sure if she really had a nightmare, to begin with… or if she’s playing an act for a bedtime story, but…” his voice trailed off, where his smirk fell onto you.

“Don’t leave our daughter waiting,” you said.

Rindou grinned, where he threw his palm across your clothed clit and he nibbled along your shoulders. You watched him rub his clothed erection from his wrinkled pants with an undone belt. He laughed in amusement, clearly finding your reaction to be pleasurable to his ears as desperate moans quietly escaped your lips.

“Can’t keep my beautiful wife waiting either,” he winked. “Stay up for me, my angel. Won’t be long.”

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

Watching your body snake underneath the covers, Ran chuckles while shaking his head, slowly removing his tie. He took note of your sleepy figure, with your dousy eyes and slight heavy breathing—only to be showered with his kisses all over your face which caused your eyes to wriggle open from Ran’s gentle acts of affection. He laughed, removing his blazer before tossing it to the black chair next to him.

“Go sleep, baby,” Ran stated, running a hand through his hair. “Our little one must’ve kept your cute ass up all morning, yeah?”

“She kept me up all day, actually,” you argued, shaking your head before dipping back into the comfy pillow.

Ran chuckled in amusement, following suit while he wriggled out of his pants. Your eyes scanned him; tender bruises ranging from small cuts as you recalled the moments he spoke to his younger daughter that he could fight a bear and was a tough man. Almost hilarious. Right when he leaned over the edge of the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Time for bed, hottie,” he joked.

Right before he tucked himself to the other side of the bed, you grabbed ahold of his neck and swung him around to where your body rested on top of him. He parted his lips, groggily raising his eyebrows only before he puckered his lips in suit, and he grinned cheekily, rubbing his hands against your sides.

“Oh?” Ran’s head tilted. “What a pleasant surprise, cutie. Didn’t think you had enough energy in you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Your response caused him to push forward; lips smacking one another, and his hands slowly dipped down the crook of your back only to meet his palm near your hips. He tousled over the sheets, straightening his lips with your warmth sensitive spot hitting his growing erection.

Ran decided to cave in, kissing down your jawline only to rub his teeth against the sweet skin—with moans of delicacy barely fanning out from your lips. The sound he found entertainment in hearing—just right before he could pinch your skin with his fingers while he chuckled grimly beneath your grasp.

“Actin’ so sexy for me, yeah?” Ran noted. “Just all for—”

“Daddy… are you home?”

Ran’s eyes enlarged where he tossed you over the bed, causing you to yelp out in response, dragging the blanket down with you. He shuffled alongside the wrinkled covers, only to grab onto his pants and crinkled top. The bedroom door slowly creaked, where his youngest daughter peeked in to see her father’s pants undone and a hurriedly rushed-on white top.

“Hey, sweetie,” Ran chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “What’re you doin’ up, love? It’s past bedtime for you! The bunnies are gonna miss having their queen in their dreams, aren’t they?”

Your younger daughter clutched onto her stuffed animal, running towards Ran as you managed to cover your body with the thin blanket.

“Daddy, I had a nightmare…” she pouted, staring down.

“Oh, no, baby!” Ran gasped playfully, picking up his daughter before placing her on his lap. He shook her around joyfully, humming a quiet tune. “My sweet girl, you must’ve been so scared. The bunnies didn’t protect you in your nightmare? I’ll have to teach them a lesson then!”

“Can you sleep with me, Daddy? I’m too scared…”

“Mama can’t be on her own either,” Ran laughed, only to ignore the pillow thrown at the back of his head from your mild protest behind him. “Say, let me read you a bedtime story, and I’ll stay in your room until you fall asleep. I’ll even turn the other nightlight on for you, sweetheart. How’s that sound?”

Your daughter sighed, covering her eyes. “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

“Of course, my princess,” Ran kissed her forehead. “Run to your bedroom and I’ll be chasing right after you, okay?”

Slowly, the younger one kept a hold of her pout, where she dragged the stuffed animal onto the carpet to meet her exit to the bedroom door. Once the door closed, Ran exhaled deeply before shaking his head. He watched you struggle onto the bed, heaving out an annoyed breath while he giggled darkly, only to place a harsh push on your chest.

“Be a lil’ more patient for me, yeah?” Ran spoke close to your lips. “Then I’m gonna bite and love you all night, beautiful.”

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

He tiptoed into the bedroom, darting his eyes back at his daughter’s bedroom door, which was closed shut and Kokonoi was able to peek out the small bits of illumination coming from her nightlight. Exhaling sharply, he closed the door behind him to see you glancing back at him; the lamp still dimly lit and he shot a puzzled look.

“You’re still up, baby?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Thought that you fell asleep already. Our little princess must’ve kept you up all night, hasn’t she?”

Your head shook, following a sigh. “She has. Talking about how she wants Daddy to buy her this new dollhouse and all that.”

“Oh, really?” He chuckled while undoing his belt. “You’ll get mad at me for spoiling her too much. M’gonna tone that down just a bit.”

“Really?”

“Don’t want you getting too feisty on me,” his eyes rolled.

Kokonoi gasped once you grabbed his wrist, pulling him close to where your lips barely fanned alongside the hem of his underwear. Starting to protest, but only to stop himself before running his hands along your side, where Kokonoi trailed the tips of his fingers around the curves of your breasts—a good show, only hidden beneath the sweet, expensive pajama top you bestowed in front of him.

“I take that back,” Kokonoi smirked. “Kind of want that feisty side of you right now, pretty.”

Kneeling up, his lips connected with yours, where his tongue begged for entrance in an instant once he swiped it across the plump lips. Hands tucked into your shorts, with his fingers toying with the top of the thin panties. Groaning once your palm pressed against his erection, he dipped his head down; mouth pressed against the neck.

“So perfect, beautiful, amazing...” Kokonoi whispered, voice carved to meet for your ears only. “And I get to have you all for—”

“Daddy! Dada!”

Without warning, Kokonoi pushed you into the bed and flipped the blankets over your body. “Shit,” he swore, rummaging through his pants, continuing to curse underneath his breath when the belt was sloppily unbuckled. With the bedroom door creaking open, he swept close to the floor, where he shot an innocent grin towards his younger daughter.

“Hi, my pretty lady,” he started. “Why are you up at this—”

“Daaaaddy!” She let out a howling sob. “A big green monster chased me in my dreams!”

“Oh, darling,” he pouted, holding his arms up for his daughter to sprint over immediately. She began to wail; his hands tucked close behind her neck as he softly sang a song about money falling from the trees—and Kokonoi ignored your glare at him for that. “I’ll always protect my girls. You and mama are everything to me, angel.”

“I can’t go to bed without Daddy!”

“You’re a big strong girl, sweetie,” Kokonoi shushed her carefully to where he poked her cheek. “Let me sing you a lullaby before you go to bed. How’s that sound, honey?”

She let out a quiet wail. “Please protect me, Dada.”

Kokonoi grinned, kissing her forehead. “Always, princess. I’ll be your knight in shining armor. Now, run off to your bed and I will follow you.”

In an instant, her cry died down, and your daughter nodded aggressively; Kokonoi took note of that, and she hopped from his lap, only to dart out of the bedroom—she casually sang along to a song about talking trees before her voice vanished from the end of the hall. He stood up, shaking his head before twirling around to cup his hands around your waist.

Kokonoi bit your neck sweetly, just before kissing along the growing bruise. “I’m all yours soon, baby. Just stay up for me a little while longer, then I can love you ‘til morning.”

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

Kakucho stomped on his cigarette right before walking into the door, only to dust off any bits of the tobacco that had fallen on his top. Fighting back yawns, he made his way into the house—watching every bit of his movement as he waltzed his way up the stairs to avoid the floor creaking its way to waking either you or his daughter up.

Much to his surprise, his eyes widened when you tousled on the bed, sharing glances where he sent off a genuine smile. Eyes glistening from the light peeking in through the curtains—portraying nothing but concern.

“Why are you up, love?” He asked, unbuttoning his top while wriggling out of his office pants. “What have I told you about getting some proper sleep? I worry for your health too.”

“Just c’mere,” you slurred, fighting back an eye roll. “Missed you all day.”

“I missed you too, gorgeous,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek, only to have him hold back a scowl once you pulled him closer into the bed, where his body slouched on top of you. “Ah, love. You don’t seem tired at all, yeah?”

“Not at all.”

“Damn you,” Kakucho grinned, allowing you to sprinkle kisses along his jaw. “Fuck. Had to be beautiful, amazing, breathtaking, and perfect for me. You know I just can’t resist—”

“Mommy, I think Daddy’s home!”

“She’s not in bed?” Kakucho whispered sharply, before he did a swift roll of the bed. His hands darted for his top while he fiddled with the belt buckle of his pants, attempting to cover the small bit of his underwear peeking out. “Shit, shit, what the hell—”

“Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you!”

Before you could sit up and protest at your daughter, Kakucho laughed wholeheartedly while he took a seat on the bed. With the little one running up to him, his arms held onto her tight; giggles arousing the air, nothing but sweetness to your ears, and he shook his head in displeasure. This earned a pout from your daughter.

“And tell me, why are you up, honey?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. “Bedtime was a while ago for you. I don’t want you stayin’ up late for Daddy, now.”

“I wanted you to tell me the bedtime story of the Gingerbread Man, again,” she sighed, voice toning down. “It’s always the best when Daddy tells me bedtime stories before bed.”

Kakucho sighed, rubbing her head playfully. “You need to get some shut-eye too, sweetie. You’re gon’ make me worry for you and have me go bald.”

“You’d look funny.”

“Exactly,” he quipped before poking his nose with hers; a laugh followed suit from her lips. “Let’s get you to bed. And I’ll read you the story all over again but then it’s bedtime for you, alright?”

“Fine,” she exhaled while letting out a yawn right after.

Your daughter walked over to the door before hurriedly running down the hallway, already in the mind of picking up all her toys from the floor. And Kakucho shook his head while glancing towards you gazing at him with knitted brows. “Parenting’s no joke, huh?” You said, only before he leaned in to dust kisses along your neck.

Kakucho sprinkled his kisses down to your collarbone, nearly nibbling on the skin while his fingers ghostly tickle your jawline. “And my love for you is no joke, either,” he cooed. “Now wait for me until I get back, gorgeous. Then I’m all yours for the night.”