The Husband of Tatsumaki

Cuddle Me, Or Suffer

(Eight Years Ago)

"I have had it with your blatant disrespect towards me." Your mother yelled as you continued to pack what little you owned into a suitcase, continuing to ignore her. "You will stop this now and go back to serving."

It was always the same song and dance with her; do as you're told and don't talk back. You have had it. You have seen what these Monsters are capable of, their lack of humanity, and how easy it is for them to kill. The army became less involved in conflicts, leaving it to these heroes. You wanted to be one of them.

When you were fighting, you felt a sense of freedom, the blood pumping like a hammer in your veins, and the taste of blood in your mouth. You wanted out of this cage you've spent your whole life in.

You zipped up your suitcase and walked down the stairs, your mother following behind you, screaming at you the entire time, but you ignored it.

Opening the front door, your mother raised her voice one final time. "If you leave, you won't be welcome here again!"

You stopped just before opening the taxi door and turned back to her. She looked at you with a smug expression, thinking that she finally had you. "I've never been welcome here. If you want to say anything to me, say it now."

You looked at your mother stupidly, hoping that she would change her ways, that she would realise she was about to lose her only son. Instead, she looked at you with disgust, "I wish you were never born."

You'd be lying if you said your mother's comment didn't bother you; it hurt, but now you knew you were making the right decision. And with that, you stepped into the taxi, not bothering to even look back at your mother before you drove off to your new life.

(Now)

It usually didn't take you too long to fall asleep with T resting on top of you like a sassy weighted blanket; T herself was usually out like a light, happily drooling over you, but not tonight. T hadn't stopped tossing and turning on top of you, keeping you awake.

"T, can you please keep still." You groaned with your eyes closed and hands resting on her petite body, trying to hold her down, but she continued to squirm in your hands.

"It's your fault," T growled, her face looking at you angrily as her hands gripped the blanket until her knuckles went white. "All your teasing is driving me crazy." You could see her rubbing her legs together under the covers; the dam was close to bursting.

"You know, all you have to do is use your powers and have your way with me," you said, gently stroking her hair. T continued to fidget, "No, I'm not losing. I can wait a few more days. And then you're mine. I just have to wait."

T grinned at you before nuzzling back into your chest. She purred like a kitten as you gently stroked her hair, but she still wiggled on top of you. She had an itch that she couldn't scratch without your help. Knowing that she would eventually tire out, you closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

Just as you thought, T soon tired herself out and was slightly snoring on your chest with a small patch of droll. You kissed her head before closing your own eyes. The entire night, you slept like a log. You didn't even notice when T crawled off your chest and went downstairs when someone knocked on the door around noon.

For once, you couldn't find the energy to pull yourself out of the comfy bed. It was rare that you slept through alarms, but when you did, T never woke you up.

'You hardly get enough sleep as it is, so if you miss something important, that's your fault. Im going to enjoy all the time I get with you.'

You stayed in bed, your sore body enjoying the softness of your bed, until your stomach growled like a beast, and your mouth felt as dry as a desert. You figured T would also want some breakfast, so reluctantly, you made your way downstairs, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.