⤷ "the setup" ― fratjo x f!reader • long oneshot : infamous fratboy satoru asks for your help in setting him up with your hot friend. you reluctantly agree, but end up catching feelings for each other...
⤷ "life as we know it" ― sukuna x f!reader • long oneshot : your best friend kaori and her husband jin tragically pass away in a car accident, leaving their one year old yuji behind. in their will however, they've entrusted you and the other close family friend, sukuna, to take their house and child. forcing you two to live and raise a kid together
⤷ college au valko x non!mc reader • long oneshot : college au where you're in a trio with caleb and mc, and you've always had a huge crush on caleb. knowing he only has eyes for mc crushes you, but you learn to live with it. a new friend joins your little group (valko), and he's insistent on showing you how you deserve to be treated
⤷ twilight au sylus x reader x valko • series : will follow the general plot of twilight but sylus is edward and valko is jacob
𝄞 oneshots/drabbles
⤷ "friendzoned" ― jjk men x f!reader : that tiktok trend where you film a vid with your bf, but call him your friend in front of the camera
⤷ "better late than never" ― jjk men x f!reader : part 2 of "too little too late" where you & your rebound breakup, and the jjk men take the opportunity to make things right
⤷ "our summer" ― yuji x f!reader : you quietly confess your feelings to yuji during the summer festival when the fireworks go up, thinking he wouldn't hear you over them. but he does, and now doesn't know how to act around you
⤷ "get out!" ― jjk men x f!reader : that tiktok trend where women prank their bfs by telling them to get out so they can change, even though they've already seen all of them lol
⤷ "all natural" ― yuji x f!reader : after a couple months of dating, you start getting more comfortable with yuji and stop trying to look perfect all the time, which he finds really attractive
⤷ jjk men x reader almost dying
𝄞 headcannons
⤷ "apologies & such" ― jjk men x reader
⤷ random jjk men headcannons
⤷ autumn with jason todd
𝄞 requests
⤷ bf!yuta x busty!f!reader
⤷ valko x reader • drabble : reader gets really upset seeing all of the hate towards valko, and he ends up comforting them
⤷ "early bird" ― jjk men x reader • smau : their reaction when you text them super early in the morning
⤷ megumi x touchstarved reader • drabble
⤷ gojo bf texts • smau
⤷ choso bf texts • smau
note: for each category, the works are listed from highest to lowest priority. which means those are the ones I've already started/going to start with first
p.s. if you wanna be tagged for any of these works just lmk in the comments
Please don't force yourself to write if you can't and take all the time you need 🥺
tysm for your patience, you're all so sweet and understanding to me <3
I've been writing fics for years (oneshot book + 3 longfics that I've never finished), so I'm very familiar with the burnout stage of the process, and the having too many ideas at once. Thankfully I've learned how to manage it and I know not to force myself anymore.
That being said, I DO wanna write I'm just struggling to. Idk if any other writers will relate to this, but when I'm writing, I can visualize the scene happening in real time like it's a movie, and when I get that visualization, I write super easily and reach flowstate. BUTTTT when I don't get that visual of the way the characters look, how they're behaving physically with one another, and what they're saying? Yeah I just stare at my screen and pray it eventually pops up into my head. That's what I mean when I say I literally CAN'T write if I just don't get the idea lol
But I'm feeling super inspired for a prompt with the jjk men that I've been writing for the last two days, and I'm having fun writing it. It's not part of my 23 drafts, or my 30 requests that I have to get to, but idrc tbh. I'll just write that to get out of my slump
I also feel calmer cause im highkey in my flop era rn... (200 notifs a day) but it's nice cause it's giving me time to breathe
Anyway tysm for the support AND 2.5k followers?!?!?! that's crazy, i literally started in january of this year.
Part 2 of "too little too late" will be my 2.5k follower special btw <3
ᯓ★ how I look after remembering I have 23 drafts of fanfic ideas I haven't even started, part 2s for certain fics I've already published that i need to write, 30 requests I need to get to, and even more ideas I haven't even made drafts for yet....
pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader
synopsis: your coworker gojo shows up to your place late at night after a tiring mission...
cw: mentions of death, feelings of guilt and shame, friends to lovers, tension, fluff, reverse comfort
a/n: ahhh they're so cute. sorry for the late update btw, I was kinda lost for this chap
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You stand near your kitchen top, watching the teapot you prepared start to boil. Your eyes trail over to the clock propped up on your wall. 12:03 am.
With the comforting sound of the brewing teapot, you fold your arms over your chest and lean against the counter, deep in thought.
Why did you invite him over?
It was terribly unprofessional, and clearly reflected poor judgment on your part.
At least, that’s what you should be worried about, but you weren’t.
The thing that worried you the most was him. He seemed… lost. Way past the point of exhaustion. You weren’t used to that from him. And you weren’t sure how to deal with that.
The one thing you knew is that you couldn’t just turn a blind eye to it. Hence why you’d insisted on him stopping by.
The whistling from the pot gets louder, and you move to turn the stove off, picking it up and placing it elsewhere on your marble counter.
Reaching into your cupboards, you pull out two mugs, and your container of tea bags.
But just as you finish pouring the hot water into the cups, you hear your doorbell ring.
Your heart stops beating for a moment before resuming.
No need to be nervous. You thought before putting the teapot back down and making your way to your front door.
You check through the peephole to confirm it’s him, and sure enough, there he is.
Your fingers move fast to undo the lock and you finally open the door.
You’re met with a slouchier than usual Satoru, with downcast eyes and more prominent eyebags.
“Hey,” you speak up, your voice quieter than intended.
“Hey.” He responds, his blindfold still in hand before he shoves it into the pocket of his jacket.
You step aside, letting him enter. “Come in.”
He looks at you for a second too long before ducking his head ever so slightly under the smaller door frame of your apartment and entering.
Closing the door behind him, you hold your hands up in the air, offering to take his jacket off.
He throws you a glance over his shoulder before shedding it off himself and handing it to you with a mumbled “Thanks.”
You nod with a small smile before hanging the fabric up and turning back to him. “Um, follow me.” You step past his comically large frame and make your way to your kitchen.
You try to ignore the sound of his footsteps behind you and the way it makes your heart race. You weren’t used to having someone in your space like this. Especially not at midnight.
“I’m not sure what kind of tea you like, so…” you trail off, setting his mug and the container of tea flavors in front of him.
He eyes you for a moment. “Whatever’s sweet.”
You raise an eyebrow before a chuckle escapes you. “Tea isn’t supposed to be sweet.”
For the first time since he got here, the corners of his lips quirk upwards.
“I can add honey though.” You turn to reach into your pantry for said ingredient.
After a little while, you make him his tea, and your own.
He sits on a stool at your counter, while you’re standing opposite of it, leaning against the cool marble.
His long fingers trace the rim of the mug repeatedly, as he watches the steam curl up in the air from the boiling hot liquid.
You take a few sips, watching him carefully before speaking.
“Is everything okay?” You set your tea down on the little coaster you took out.
He shrugs, still with that small smile of his. Although you can tell it isn’t sincere in the slightest. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You tell me.” You mimic his shrug. “It doesn’t seem like everything’s okay to me.”
His hand stops its motion on the cup, and it instead moves to hold it, dwarfing it as he lifts it up to his lips to take a sip.
You note the fact that they’re chapped, which is uncharacteristic of him.
“A couple people died.” He speaks bluntly after swallowing his tea.
You freeze, and your stomach drops. “On your mission earlier?” You ask with a calm and measured tone. You refused to let your composure fall. Not when he clearly needed reassurance.
“Yeah.” He whispers, his voice hoarse. “Couldn’t get to them in time.” He adds after swallowing the lump in his throat, which does nothing to soothe his raspy voice.
Your grip tightens on your mug. What were you supposed to say?
It’s not your fault.
You did what you could.
It just happens sometimes.
You knew for a fact that if you were told those things while in his shoes, they wouldn’t make you feel better.
So you offer him silence instead. A heavy, but comfortable silence that lets him know you’re there for him. Or at least, you hope he knows.
Once he notices you’re quiet, he looks up at you through his tired, bloodshot eyes.
“I sound really weak right now, don’t I?” He scoffs.
Although the question is obviously rhetoric, you still answer.
“You do.”
His eyes twitch to open just a tad more. He looks at you in slight surprise.
Seeing his confusion, you elaborate. “But is it such a bad thing?” You question, and your gaze returns to your tea. “Being weak, I mean.”
“It is for me. I’m supposed to be the strongest.”
There it is. That title. The strongest.
It sounds so heavy, charged with responsibility and duty. You couldn’t stand it. You wondered how he could stand it.
“You’re not a god.” You state, your voice measured and steady now.
His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you.
“You’re allowed to be weak.” You add.
“By who?” He retorts immediately, his tone bitter.
You go quiet, unsure of what to answer.
He lets go of his mug to hide his face in his hands, sighing into them. “I don’t have a choice.” His hands slide up and brush his hair back. “They need me.”
Your heart squeezes painfully at the sight of him. You set your own cup of tea down, sitting in silence, before rounding the counter to reach him. You raise a hesitant hand up, before resting it on the wide expanse of his back.
“... They don’t need you tonight.” you caress him through the light fabric of his black compression shirt, before your hand stops at his shoulder.
He finally lets go of his face to tilt it in your direction and glance at you instead. You notice the way his clear blue eyes travel across your features, white lashes fluttering in the process. They linger on your lips for a moment, and you feel your heart stop.
Flustered out of your mind, you retract your hand and take a step back. “Um, join me on the balcony…?” you point to the patio door behind you. “The breeze is nice tonight,” you add, your voice growing quieter under his watchful gaze.
His expression remains unreadable, and his eyes stay half-lidded even as he nods in response to your suggestion. He follows closely behind you as you turn away and make your way to your balcony, leaving the door open for him.
The second the soft wind brushes your features, your shoulders relax, and you feel yourself cool down. You step towards the edge of the balcony, resting your forearms on the railing and looking down at the city below you.
You can feel his towering presence behind you before he joins your side and rests his palms against the cold metal bar.
“... do you always let strangers into your home so late?” he questions, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re not a stranger.” you chuckle, as if his question was ridiculous.
He glances at you, his smile softening. “Who am I then?”
You take a deep breath, contemplating whether you should say what’s on your mind or not. “... my friend Satoru.” you finally look away from the street below you to stare back at him.
“Friend, huh?” he lifts an eyebrow, a cocky smirk forming on his lips.
“Aren’t we?” you tilt your head.
His smirk drops, and his eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of your confused pout.
Oh, he can’t tease you. Not when you’re looking up at him with those eyes.
Pink rushes to the tips of his ears before he looks away and leans further against the railing. He buries the lower half of his face with his hand before mumbling into his palm. “Yeah, we are.”
“Okay, good.” you smile, before your gaze trails back down to the street facing your apartment building. You watch a couple cars drive by before a realization hits you. “Oh I forgot our tea cups—” you let go of the railing and turn to step back inside and retrieve your mugs, but he stops you, lightly grabbing your wrist.
You look back at him over your shoulder and hum in confusion.
“Don’t go.” he keeps his eyes glued to the view, refusing to look you in the eye. “... forget the tea.”
You stare at his figure for a moment with curiosity, before turning your hand in his grasp and holding his hand. “Alright then,” you mutter as you take measured steps to reach his side. “I’m right here.” you lace your fingers with his and hold your hands up in front of him, making a gesture of encouragement.
His hand is cool but soft, and his fingers feel just as large as they seem. Upon closer inspection, you notice a faint beauty mark wedged in between his thumb and index finger. The sight of it makes you wonder if he has any other hidden moles. You clear your throat, willing to push the ridiculous intrusive thought out of your mind.
“... thanks.” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper, clasping his fingers around your hand.
“No problem.” you smile, unable to contain it.
His own lips twist into a grin at the sight of you. He could never stop himself from smiling with you. Almost as if your bubbly personality was contagious.
Noticing you’re still holding onto his hand, you let go, and instead fold your arms over your chest. You didn't want to let it go, but you were scared of holding on, and the implications that would come with it.
The two of you sit there in silence for a while, before you speak up again. You both slip into easy and mindless conversation, occasionally poking at each other, laughing, or having one of you staring at the other when you think they aren’t looking.
Both unconsciously falling for each other. Slowly, but surely.
pairing: bf!yuji x gn!reader
synopsis: with yuji's rapid growth in his gym journey, he starts gaining stretch marks along with all the muscle. noticing his insecurity, you decide to reassure him...
cw: suggestive, bodily insecurity, reverse comfort, established relationship, gn!reader
wc: 1.4k
art creds: qxq_illus (idk what platform tho)
Yuji masterlist
Yuji had started his gym journey pretty recently. He never really felt the need to, considering he was naturally athletic. But ever since becoming a sorcerer, he never refused Megumi and Nobara whenever they offered to go working out.
But what made him stay consistent and motivated, was undoubtedly your encouragement. You would always shower him in praise, offer to do things for him when you knew he was sore from working out, or even help him with his meal prep.
And yeah, maybe Yuji didn't really need to work out four times a week like his classmates did to stay in shape. But you definitely made him want to.
Your constant reassurance and presence mattered more to him than you could ever imagine.
And today was no different.
Yuji was currently staring at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. His body was still slick from having taken a shower, and with him being clad in only a towel, he could see his body properly.
The work outs were paying off, that much was obvious. It wasn't a huge difference (although you'd beg to differ), but it was noticeable nonetheless.
However, Yuji being his usual self-deprecating self, he could only see the flaws in his physique.
Sure, he'd gotten bigger, and had never been more ripped before, but this rapid growth came with a price.
Stretch marks.
He tried to ignore them at first, convincing himself that they didn't matter and that they would probably fade away.
But even now, a couple months later, although they'd gotten paler, they were still painfully obvious. To him, at least.
It was especially bad now that it was summer, because the contrast only got worse with his tan.
Leaning forward with his hands planted on the cool marble framing the sink, he inspects the marks adorning his biceps and pecs.
One of his large and scarred hands comes up to trace the jagged patterns. They don't have a very prominent texture or feel to them, but the slight dents are enough to make his eyebrows knit together in frustration and dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, a knock is heard on the other side of the bathroom door. "Yuji, you good in there? You didn't slip and fall did you?"
His hand flies away from his stretch marks immediately. "Nope! I'm good," he replies.
"Do you mind if I come in?"
He doesn't answer you, opting to just open the door for you instead.
Your eyes land on his face for approximately a second before immediately trailing down to his body.
He feels his cheeks redden as he notices your lips breaking out into a grin. "... what?" he asks.
"You look like a glazed doughnut." you chuckle before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his middle. You press yourself against him, your chin resting in between his pecs as you stare up at him. "Delicious," you mutter against his skin before pressing a kiss to it.
He only scoffs, his hands finding your lower back.
"You've gained a lot of muscle considering you've been training for a pretty short amount of time." You continue giggling, and kiss him again. "It's totally worth it though, you look amazing."
"I mean, thanks, but..." he trails off.
That makes you stop your affections, and you pull away just enough to face him properly. "But what?"
"Is it really worth it? My skin's all fucked-up looking now."
Now you're really snapped out of your lovey-dovey trance. You let go of him and even take a step back, your face now decorated with a frown. "What?"
He notices how serious the air between you two feels now, and tries to retreat. "Forget it," he clears his throat awkwardly.
"Um, no―" you scoff. "What do you mean your skin is all fucked up?"
He sighs and looks away. "Can we just drop it, please?" he folds his arms over his chest.
Unable to stop yourself, you eye the bulging muscles in front of you. But they're not the only thing that stand out. That's when you notice the faintly noticeable pale markings on the insides of his arms, and upper part of his pecs.
"... are you talking about your stretch marks?" you ask, your tone softer and apprehensive.
His gaze snaps back to you, and his eyes widen, as if caught red-handed.
Once you realize you hit the nail on its head, you sigh. "Yuji... that's ridiculous. They don't make you look bad."
"They do though," he argues weakly.
"No, they don't." you step back into his personal space. "They're just lines on your body―barely visible ones."
He doesn't meet your eyes, still unconvinced.
"Did... did someone say something to you?" you reach for his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.
"No." he shakes his head softly, so as to not lose your touch.
You sigh. "Do you wanna know what I think?"
He remains quiet, but finally meets your eyes again, signaling for you to continue.
"I think they're hot. And I think you look good with them." you shrug.
"You're just saying that 'cause I'm your boyfriend."
"So? That doesn't mean I'm a liar or that I have bad taste." you gently redirect his face to yours so he looks at you. "I mean it, Yuji."
He looks at you incredulously in silence, as if waiting for you to backtrack and reveal you were joking, or something of the sort. But when he's only met with a sincere and determined look, his expression softens.
He sighs, and leans down to bury his face in your neck. You immediately move in tandem, wrapping your arms around his neck. You breathe him in, nose buried in his hair.
"... did you use my strawberry shampoo?" you chuckle.
He nods against you. "... wanted to smell like you."
Your fingers caress the short hairs at the back of his head, sending a shiver down his spine.
Suddenly, he leans down, situating his hands on the back of your thighs before lifting you up and walking out of the bathroom, making sure to turn the light off in the process.
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull back to stare down at him. "See, if you didn't have those stretch marks you probably wouldn't be able to do this." you smile.
He's gazing up at you with a serious and serene expression. Stepping closer to the bed, he carefully sets you down on it, looming over you and caging you in with his arms. You stare at them on either side of your head, his markings on full display for you.
Leaning in, you close your eyes and litter his biceps with feather-light kisses, making sure not to miss his scars. When your gaze finds his again, you notice his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.
Your legs fall back against the mattress, the towel around his waist slowly slipping off in the process.
"... you might wanna get some clothes." you grin up at him.
"I don't need clothes for what I'm about to do," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips to your neck. He's gentle, not wanting to bruise you just yet.
Your grip in his hair tightens as your eyes flutter shut instantly, the searing touch of his lips against your skin acting as a soothing balm.
"Actually..." he leans back, and his eyes scan your body. "I think you should get rid of your clothes." his hands move to the bottom hem of your shirt, lifting it up slowly.
He moves down, trailing kisses up your abdomen, stopping just short of your chest. He cranes his neck to look up at you. "... can I?"
Your hands find his face and you cradle it, thumbs soothingly rubbing his warm cheeks.
He looks up at you expectantly, but you can tell he's reigning himself in, not wanting to rush or pressure you.
You nod silently, fingers carding through his hair now.
He moves back up to be face to face with you, and presses his lips to yours. His tongue pushes past your lips, earning a muffled moan from you.
He pulls away momentarily, but stays close. "Thank you," he whispers against you.
You open your eyes again just enough to see him through your lashes. His forehead rests against yours as he attempts to catch his breath.
"Of course," you nod once more. "... you'll tell me the next time you feel like this, right?"
His dimmed hazel eyes move back and forth between your own. "I will." he mutters before kissing you again.
Yuji masterlist
a/n: this is so ass im sorry everybody
taglist for jjk works: @freyao7 @henry-marchbanks-winter3
pairing: valko x reader
synopsis: after reluctantly agreeing to meet up with your enemy, you find yourself waiting for him. and right as you start losing hope of him ever showing up, a wolf appears out of the blue...
cw: none, enemies to lovers (not rlly?), petnames, petting, reader getting cuteness agression
wc: 1.6k
a/n: I love making moodboards for him cause he's so twilight coded...
Valko masterlist
Twenty minutes.
That may not seem like a very long time. Afterall, a twenty minute bus ride, a twenty minute phone call with a friend, or even a twenty minute episode of a show you like all make that time window seem small.
What didn’t make it seem so short was waiting for someone all alone, in the middle of nowhere.
Valko was supposed to show up twenty minutes ago, he’d even been the one to arrange the time and place. And with each passing minute, you started wondering if you had fallen into some sort of elaborate trap. Afterall, the two of you were only working together temporarily, and only because it mutually benefited you.
You got information on EVER, while he got to tinker with and learn more about the hunter association’s technology.
You should’ve known trusting him was a stupid move. You’d only met him three weeks ago, and you couldn’t go five minutes without pointing your blade at him.
And yet, you didn’t refuse his offer on intel.
So here you were, deep in the middle of Moonshade Valley’s dense and lush forest, pine trees surrounding and towering over you.
You wondered if you were even at the right location at first, but he’d sent you these exact coordinates, and you’d triple checked already.
“That four-eared bastard… making me wait when he’s the one who asked to meet up.” you scoff, kicking a nearby rock.
You let your overthinking get to you. Maybe this really was a trap. In any case, you had to be prepared.
Meanwhile, Valko was rushing over to you. He’d gotten held up in a stupid meeting that went on for too long, and got out of there as soon as it was over.
Usually he’d get to you by his usual means of transport, but this time, the situation was dire.
Hence why he’d decided to shift into wolf form to get to you.
…
Crack
You hear the sound of a wooden twig snapping behind you, and immediately turn to face the source of the sound, your gun loaded and raised ahead of you.
Whatever it is—or whoever it is—it’s hidden behind a large bush. You watch it rustle as it makes its way towards you.
You breath out through your nose. Calm, steady, and prepared for whatever comes out at you.
That’s when you see a head of dark fur poke out of the bushes. The further it reveals itself, the easier it is to discern what it is: a five foot-something red wolf with piercing yellow eyes.
You keep your gun raised, but your finger isn’t resting on the trigger anymore, and your guard has lowered.
You’ve never seen anything like it. You knew wolves were big, but you didn’t expect them to be so massive. This one in particular nearly stood at your height.
And that’s not to mention the burgundy fur. Red wolves typically had a warmer tone to their hair, but this one looked like it’d been soaked in wine. The richness of the color reminded you of something (someone), but you couldn’t recall what exactly.
You watched it carefully as it approached with calculated steps.
And upon getting a closer look at it, your heart melted. It no longer looked like a predator or a fearsome creature, but rather like an oversized dog.
You strapped your gun back to your thigh holster and walked up to the beast with your arms held out in front of you. “And who are you?” you smiled while inquiring, as if it could answer you.
He froze in his steps, almost confused.
Did you not recognize him? He was certain you knew about him being a werewolf… Or did you just think his ears and tail he had in his half-wolf form were decorative?
He should probably shift back into human form, and get your little meet up over with. But… he couldn’t help himself. So he remained frozen in front of you, letting you approach him instead.
And when you reached him, and rested your hand atop his head, he allowed you to pet him. You nearly gasped at the softness of his fur, and immediately started scratching him all over, trying to find his sweet spot.
What is she—?
His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden wave of giddiness washing over him.
“Oh? Found it.” you chuckled, and continued caressing him. “This is where you like being pet, right?”
His eyes closed, and he leaned further into your hand, too overcome with the pleasant sensation to snap out of it and pull away.
Upon hearing the wolf whine softly, and seeing his tail swoosh behind him, your other hand moves down to scratch under his chin. He steps closer, circling you, his fluffy tail brushing up against your leg.
You nearly squeal from excitement. “You are so cute!” you reach for his face and pat it playfully.
Valko should really stop. He wasn’t a house dog, he shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. Much less from you, the person he swore was his enemy. But with every gentle caress of your fingers, he was starting to question his perception of you.
You pull away just enough to be able to see his wagging tail behind him. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” you coo.
Valko’s ears perk up at your words, and his tail starts moving faster.
“Oh? Did you like that?” you raise an eyebrow as you take his reaction in. “Oh yes you did. You’ve probably never been called that before, have you?” you lean in closer, your hand reaching behind and petting it along its back line. “It’s okay, I’ll be the first.” you chuckle.
He unconsciously nuzzles into you, resting his large and heavy head on your shoulder.
You tilt your head sideways, and press your lips against his fur in a soft and playful kiss.
…
Did you just kiss him?
That seems to finally snap Valko out of it. He abruptly pulls away, and runs back off into the woods, leaves rustling behind him for a moment before quieting down, as if he’d never even made an appearance in the first place.
You stand there frozen, trying to process what just happened. Did you do something wrong?
A small pout makes its way onto your face, a little sad at seeing it leave. It really was adorable and seemed friendly.
After a beat of silence, you sigh, and recompose yourself, standing up straighter, and going back to waiting for Valko.
“Where the hell is he?” you huff to yourself, before crossing your arms, and leaning back against a nearby large rock.
Well, to answer your question, he was still in your vicinity. Yet you didn’t know that, of course.
He had sprinted out of your field of view, thoughts running just as fast his legs. And when he felt he was in a spot far away enough from you, near a small stream he recognized, he paused to catch his breath.
Leaning near the water, he shifted back into human form, and observed his reflection. And despite the water rippling from it trickling down the stream, he could see his expression very clearly.
He was red from the tip of his nose, to the tip of his ears.
Sighing, he brought a gloved hand to rub at the bottom half of his face, as if that would make the blushing go away. But he gives up, and instead brings his other hand to hide his face entirely. He sighs into them.
That was his first kiss.
The first kiss he’d gotten from someone other than his grandma, or any other family member for that matter.
He felt silly, because by normal standards, that was hardly a kiss. A kiss on the cheek didn't mean much, and he knew some people kissed without romantic intentions. But Valko saw things differently. This first kiss mattered to him. Even if it wasn't on the lips.
He should be angry or frustrated that you stole his first kiss from him, and yet, he couldn’t stop his wagging tail or his twitching ears.
“... What the hell is wrong with me?” he mutters, unable to understand himself.
He shouldn’t be feeling like this. Yeah, sure, maybe you were exactly his type (he didn’t even know he had one until he met you), and maybe he found you hot whenever you’d get all confident and sassy with him, and maybe he liked the way you glared at him, and—
He shakes his head, as if to push his thoughts away. He really shouldn’t be feeling this way about you. Not when he knows you hate him.
He drops his hands from his face and stares back at himself in the water again. He’s calmed down, the redness on his cheeks having disappeared.
That’s when he suddenly remembers the way your voice turned soft and sultry when you called him a good boy.
Heat instantly rushes back to his face at the memory. Frustrated at himself for being so… easy, he drags his hands down his face.
His phone chimes in his pocket, however, and he takes it out to examine it.
“If you don’t show up in the next five minutes, I’m calling our agreement off.”
He smiles at the sight of your contact on his phone, unable to stop himself. Until he processes your message.
“Shit, I forgot—” He quickly stands up from his squatting position and puts his device away. Turning around, ready to sprint back in your direction, he freezes, and glances at his reflection one last time.
Reaching down, he splashes his face with water to try and make his flustered state less obvious, before finally running off to find you.
He nearly stumbles every time he remembers the curve of your glossy lips as you cooed and muttered praises at him, or how your fingers felt as they caressed his weak spots.
But, he somehow manages to get to you in one piece.
Please write a Twilight inspired fanfic of Sylus x f!reader x Valko because I love both of them and it fits them so well 😍
Would you consider writing an ending where Reader ends up with both of them? Only if you're actually interested of course! Thanks!
HAHAHA YALL GREEDY ASF I KEEP GETTING ASKS ASKING FOR THIS, but i understand you 😌
unfortunately, I don't write polyamorous relationships (you can see it in my guidelines) because I'm not too comfortable with or interested in that, but all the power to you ladies <3
ᯓ★ alright so, in the screenshot above, you can see something I've had in my drafts since JANUARY. (crazy foreshadowing on my part) And now that Valko was revealed, I think he's obviously way more fitting to be a werewolf than Caleb. So I was wondering if anyone was interested in me making a Twilight inspired fanfic of Sylus x f!reader x Valko? I think it could be fun to write for the fall season...
Of course it wouldn't follow Twilight's plot to a T, but it'd be similar-ish with a similar vibe. Also, I'd make it a series with two endings, a Valko one and a Sylus one so that everyone's happy hehe.
But idk if anyone would be interested in this. Anyways, lmk what u think?
pairing: bf!valko x reader
synopsis: you prank your anti-deforestation boyfriend by telling him you shaved your bush...
cw: suggestive but no explicit content, established relationship, fluff, kinda crack-fick
wc: 700
a/n: he's soooo cute in this photo ugh
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“You did what?”
“I shaved it off, Valko.” you repeat for the second time.
He stares at you, conflicted and confused. His eyebrows are knit together tightly in a frown.
“Why?” he blinks at you a couple times.
“I thought it would be less bothersome for you.” you shrug, holding your smile back.
“You—” he starts but loses his words halfway. “Okay wait, I need a moment.” he huffs in disbelief. Leaning back against the counter behind him, his hand comes up to rub at the bottom half of his face.
You fold your arms over your chest and look around the kitchen, avoiding his gaze to try and not laugh.
“Why would you think it’s bothersome for me? Did I do something to make you think that?” he asks, his tone softer. Clearly, this was a very serious matter to him.
You shake your head in response. “No… I mean, I just assumed. Most men don’t like that.”
“Most men??— baby, what about what Valko likes?” he stares down at you, distraught and betrayed.
Your eyes widen and you chuckle shortly. “Did you just refer to yourself in third person?”
He ignores your question, and before you know it, your feet are lifted off the ground and his large palms are holding onto your hips as he sets you down on the counter.
“What are you doing—” you gasp.
“Show me. I wanna see it.” he requests, completely serious.
“Are you crazy?! Why?”
“Because I don’t believe you. I know that you know I love your bush.”
You scoff at him in disbelief. “I’m not showing you anything!”
“Why? ‘Cause you lied?” he tilts his head closer to you.
“No—because now’s not the time.” you stutter a bit, clearly caught red-handed.
“Haven’t heard that one before.” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “You’re usually eager—”
You cut him off by putting your hands over his mouth. He laughs into them before swiping his tongue, licking them. You pull away immediately, as if you’d been burned.
A beat of silence passes as you wipe your wet palm against the fabric of his shirt. He doesn’t seem to mind, he doesn’t even flinch, evidently used to it.
The two of you stare at each other in silence, your hand remains atop his shoulder where you just wiped it. You watch him as he carefully lowers himself on his knees, eyes remaining glued to you the entire time. His hands move to rest on your knees.
You feel your face burn up and immediately tighten your grip on his shoulder. “Okay fine—it was a prank!” you blurt out.
He freezes in his movements. “Really?”
You look away, and then back at him momentarily to nod.
His hands still holding your knees, he closes them and rests his forehead against them while breathing out a sigh of relief. “You scared me for a second there.”
You chuckle at the sight, your hand finding its way to his burgundy locks. “That scary, huh?”
He leans into your hand, tilting his head sideways, and stares up at you as you continue brushing your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you owe me an apology.”
You start scratching a particular spot you knew he liked. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”
He hums at the sensation, closing his eyes and enjoying your caress. His wolf ears pop out suddenly, and you notice his tail swishing behind him. When he opens his eyes again, they hold a different intent. A heavier one.
“I think you’re gonna have to give me more than an apology actually…” he grins.
You quirk an eyebrow, and before you can speak, he stands back up and lifts you into his arms. Your hands immediately find his firm shoulders for balance.
His face is flushed now, and his eyes are dim. “... can I?” he pleas softly, waiting for your approval.
Noticing you leaning down towards him, he lowers you so you’re face to face with him. You press your lips to his tenderly. “... yes, you can.”
His breathing is steady and he seems calm, but his rapidly wagging tail behind him gives him away.
The two of you remain quiet as he carries you to your room and sets you down on the mattress, already understanding each other without using words.
pairing: bf!valko x f!reader
cw: none, fluffy fluff fluff, established relationship
a/n: there's something so sexy about a man who's good with kids and respects/takes care of his parents. especially someone who's the eldest...
valko bf headcannons!
Valko masterlist
ᯓ★ family man valko who always thinks of his family when you two go shopping. no matter what you're buying or at what store you're at, he mentions them and buys things for them. "my cousins love these chips", "auntie said she needed a new one of these." etc. etc.
ᯓ★ family man valko who can cook pretty well. nothing extraordinary, but better than average. he learned from helping his auntie, mom, and grandma in the kitchen at family gatherings. but since he's so busy nowadays, he doesn't really have the time to cook proper meals apart from his prep meals for working out.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's really good at playfighting with his cousins. knows how to be rough enough so that they're amused, but never too rough to hurt. loves provoking them.
"really? there's four of you and you still can't take me down?" he scoffs mockingly, standing in the middle of the living room.
he holds an arm up, one child hanging from his bicep, swinging back and forth to try and make him fall. another is standing on the couch behind him with their arms around his neck in a chokehold, huffing and puffing to make him stagger. the other two are each clinging to his legs, trying to throw him off balance.
but nothing works, valko stands there unmoving like a statue. you watch in amusement with your arms crossed. he throws them another mocking comment, but you cut him off, pouncing on him and finally making him fall back against the plush couch.
his cousins shout in victory, finally getting off of him and running to their moms to go brag about finally "defeating" their eldest cousin. meanwhile, the two of you are still in the living room.
he stares up at you with wide eyes and parted lips, speechless. you make yourself comfortable atop his chest, grinning down at him. "shouldn't have spoken so soon, huh?"
"... you're crazy. what if I got hurt?" he asks, still bewildered.
"rub some dirt on it." you whisper teasingly before pushing yourself off of him and joining the kids.
but he's left lying there, staring at your retreating figure with dilated pupils like he just fell in love with you all over again.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's the eldest child of the family. so he's always been the one to buy them things and give them lifts. they all come to him for advice, and confide their biggest secrets and problems to him. they also all look up to him and wholeheartedly believe he's the coolest person to ever exist. they all love him to death, more than he'll probably ever know.
ᯓ★ family man valko who was the type to send out the youngest kids (aka the favorites) to the parents and tell them "go tell auntie you wanna eat take out. but don't say I sent you, okay?" and the poor kids, who tried their best to impress and please their favorite cousin, always nodded vigorously while he ruffled their hair, and acted like they'd been sent out on a mission with their life on the line.
ᯓ★ family man valko who gets crazy baby fever watching you play with his baby cousins. the fact that they all love you and welcomed you with open arms was already a good sign. but with you returning their love and affection so easily, as if they were your own, it only melted his heart more. he loved watching you from afar, as you giggled with them, tugging their cheeks, showering their heads and faces with kisses. he could only imagine how you'd be with your guys' future children.
valko rests his face in his hand, covering his growing smile with the heel of his palm. you're lying on the carpet of the room, surrounded by toys and children as they playfully tug at you, bite your hair, your face, your fingers. maybe other people would find it gross, but you didn't mind it. you reciprocated it instead. and valko loved you all the more for it.
one of the older cousins, who's closer in age to him, stands near him, eyeing him skeptically. "you've got it bad." they comment with a scoff.
that seems to snap him out of his trance. "what're you talkin' about?" he feigns ignorance.
"you're looking at her with those "I'm gonna put a baby in you" eyes." they chuckle.
his face flushes, and he frowns. "hey, don't talk about her like that." he throws a pillow at their face.
they dodge it skillfully, being used to it from all the years of playfighting at sleepovers with him. "just telling it how I see it." they shrug before walking off.
valko tries to ignore their remark, but he knows it's true. you'd make him the happiest man in the world by making him a father.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's phone wallpaper used to be a family photo for the longest time. now that he's an adult and has a big boy job at a tech company, he's further away from them, and thus can't see them as often. so he liked seeing them everytime he opened his phone, it reminded him of who he was doing all this for.
ᯓ★ family man valko who has since then changed his phone wallpaper. it's still a family photo he took at one of their dinners. but the main difference―one he deemed very important―was your presence in the photo. you were sat in the midst of all his cousins, and were holding the youngest in your lap, cuddling her like she was a teddy bear with your cheek pressed against the top of her head. if he could, valko already would've put this photo up in a museum. but having it printed and framed in his living room was enough for now.
ᯓ★ family man valko who encourages roughhousing against him with his cousins, but does not play when it comes to you. he knows them, he can take them, and he's used to them. but he worries about you getting overwhelmed. I can only imagine his conversation with them before they met you for the first time.
"no tugging, no pulling, no kicking, no punching―" he looks them all in the eye one by one, with his index finger pointed at them, his tone severe. "―and most important of all, no biting. do I make myself clear?"
they pout, not liking being told off. playfighting was their way of showing excitement. "... fine." they mumble.
but he shakes his head, unsatisfied. "I said, do I make myself clear?" he repeats.
they immediately straighten their postures. "yessir!" they shout in unison.
"good." he nods once, his smile returning to his face, before reaching out and ruffling their hair. "now go get ready, she'll be here any minute."
ᯓ★ family man valko who was shocked by your reaction when you learned of this. upon meeting them for the first time they seemed a little pouty or sad, like they were hiding something. and when you finally asked them what was wrong after valko left the room, and they told you everything, you were a little angry.
"valko! did you tell them not to play with me?" you frown once he comes back.
he freezes in the doorway, staring at you with wide eyes. "... I did. why?"
"well look at what you did to them, they're all sad now." you stand up.
"they'll be fine―" he scoffs with a nervous laugh. "don't fall for their puppy eyes."
you roll your eyes at him before holding both your hands out to the kids. "c'mon guys, let's go play outside and leave your lame cousin here."
their pouty faces morph into bright smiles as they all jump up, grab onto you and follow you out.
valko's left standing in the midst of the living room, baffled. "... they already like her more than me?"
ᯓ★ family man valko who never cusses at family gatherings out of fear of the kids hearing him. not even when it's just the adults and elder cousins. he doesn't want any of them picking up on bad habits.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's feminism stems from the fact that his pack is a matriarchy. with having so many important figures in his life that he looks up to being women, he naturally respects and loves them. was actually kind of shocked when he realized that that wasn't the norm in the world outside of his family, because it just makes sense to him.
ᯓ★ family man valko who eventually realized he had to learn to share you with his family. he couldn't blame them for loving you so much, since he was guilty of the same thing, but it still annoyed him a little every now and then.
"big sis, big sis! do you wanna play just dance with us?" the twins barge into the room where you and valko had run off to to hide from all the noise of the function. his teenage bedroom, to be exact.
your eyes soften, and you open your mouth to reply but he cuts you off.
"maybe later guys, she's busy with me." he folds his arms over his chest.
"whaaat? no fair, you've had her for like―a million hours!" they whine, grabbing at the doorknob, swinging it open and close repeatedly.
you laugh at their gesture and the way he rushes over to make them let go of the door. "yeah, well, she's my girlfriend. and she's tired, let her rest." he huffs.
you stick your head out from behind him to stare down at the pair of children. "actually―I'm not tired." you beam at them. they shout in unison and grab at your hands while jumping up and down.
valko gives you an exasperated side-eye. "why do you hate me?"
you chuckle as they start tugging you back downstairs to the living room, making sure to grab his hand along the way. "quit being dramatic and show me your dance moves, c'mon."
he rolls his eyes, but the second you turn away to face the twins infront of you, a smile breaks out on his face.
ᯓ★ family man valko who used to get teased by his aunties and especially his grandma whenever he'd come home without a plus one during the holidays. they'd hover around him, pinching his cheeks, grabbing and brushing his hair, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes while calling him handsome and intelligent and wondering why he still hadn't brought anyone home yet. you can imagine their excitement when they finally met you, and knew from your scent alone that you were perfect for their valko.
pairing: bf!valko x gn!reader
cw: suggestive and sfw headcannons (they're separated), petnames, fluff, teasing and mocking
a/n: gonna make family man valko headcannons next, stay tuned for that... (edit: it's out and I linked it)
family man valko headcannons!
Valko masterlist
ᯓ★ bf!valko who likes to ragebait you, but isn't immune to it himself. if anything, he's kinda easier to annoy at times. it's all in good fun though, and he'd never get mad at you.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who will kiss, suck, lick or bite any sliver of skin that you expose to him. whether it be your neck, shoulders, ears, collarbone, back, arms, fingers, ankles—literally anything and everything. he's starving.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who doesn't go too crazy with nicknames for you. a bit basic, likes using "baby" and "pretty" a lot. he's a bit of a troll at times though, and likes using the most terrible petnames possible just to get a reaction from you.
"hey honeybun—do you know where my phone is?" he sticks his head in through the door of the room you're lounging in. eyeing you eagerly.
you slowly turn to face him, disgust painting your face as you side-eye him. "what did you just call me?"
"honeybun. y'know, 'cause you're sweet like honey and have nice buns—okay I can't do this." he breaks character, laughter bubbling out of him as he leans against the doorframe.
you join, laughing along with him. "never do that again."
ᯓ★ bf!valko who's always leaning on you, has his head resting in your lap, or even lies down on top of you on the couch while watching tv. it doesn't matter how much you protest and complain about how heavy he is, it doesn't stop him. if anything, it just makes him want to do it more.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who has a ridiculously attractive laugh. you thought it would probably be a little silly, but you were wrong. the first time you heard him really laugh out of true amusement, your entire face got red. not to mention the fact that his fangs and dimples show when he's laughing. also has those smile lines that everyone finds hot.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who never lets you carry anything, ever. whenever you two go out shopping for fun or for groceries, he will hold all the bags with both hands, bulging veins nearly popping out of his biceps as he holds onto 5 bags with each hand. but you still have the audacity to tease him.
"why don't you wanna hold my hand? are you angry at me?" you feign offense, pouting as you eye his obviously full hands.
he freezes, turning to the side to glance at you over his shoulder. "you serious?"
you nod, your frown only deepening as you stare up at him.
he shifts the bags in his left hand and barely manages to hold out his pinky finger to you. "c'mon," he points forward with a gesture of his head.
you chuckle, grabbing onto his pinky finger and walking alongside him.
"happy?" he asks with a scoff, but is unable to hide his grin. once you hum in agreement, his eyes return to the path ahead, his smile widening.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who, just like wolves who pick their partners for life and stick by their decision, saved himself for you. never dated, never kissed, never hooked up, never even flirted. he knew that the one meant for him was out there, and that he'd know it was them the moment he'd meet them. and when you ran into each other the first time? yeah, he knew you were the one. his nose and intuition never failed him afterall.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who acts very suave and confident, which he kinda is, but not all the time. it's kind of a cover-up that became half true somewhere along the way (fake it till you make it). sure he's much cooler now than in his teenage years, but he's still the virgin tech nerd who annotated biology textbooks for fun while having national geographic wildlife documentaries playing in the background.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who's a very outdoorsy man. always suggests going on walks, runs, or hikes with you. but he never takes the same path or trail twice. always insists on seeing new things. however, he knows that most people aren't big fans of hiking and stuff, so he never forces you, and is always encouraging when you do decide to. (also super grateful that you try out his hobbies for him)
"how much longer until we get back..." you whine, your arms dangling in front of you as they rest against valko's shoulders.
he readjusts you, tightening his grip on your legs as you melt further against him, threatening to fall off his back. "hey— you don't get to complain when you're being carried." he huffs.
"fine." you roll your eyes. "but you're the one who suggested carrying me around in the first place."
"what was I supposed to do? let you limp the whole way back? how gentlemanly." he chuckles.
feeling his chest vibrate underneath you, and the warmth emanating from him, you can't help but laugh as well. "alright, alright I get it." you press a quick peck to his cheek. "thanks."
ᯓ★ bf!valko who loves lying in bed with you, face smushed between your thighs. unconsciously gnaws and bites at the flesh of your inner thighs like it's a chew toy.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who sleeps with nothing but a pair of boxers on. with his naturally high body temperature, he's probably more comfortable sleeping nearly naked. never really thought much about it, but when you pointed it out the first time you slept together, he kinda got flustered. thankfully though, you reassured him you didn't mind as long as he was comfortable which he was grateful for (more eye candy for you).
ᯓ★ bf!valko who's a mouth breather sometimes, sorry. (canines expel heat and absorb fresh air through their mouths). he tries to stop it, and it's fine most of the time, but sometimes he can't help his instinctive nature and catches himself doing it unwillingly. gets a little embarrassed when you tease him for it. also snores.
ᯓ★ bf!valko whose fangs sometimes poke your lips or get stuck in the flesh while you two make out. it's gotten to the point where you're used to it and don't mind, but he still kinda freaks out everytime.
you're resting atop his lap, your lips moving against his like you needed him to breathe. and he returned that energy tenfold. his excitement caused him to be a little careless however.
you feel a sharp sting on the corner of your bottom lip and wince away from him. your tongue darts out to feel the spot he accidentally poked. there's no blood, but you can feel a little dent.
he eyes you with wide and worried eyes. "fuck, I'm sorry—" he lets out a quiet whine. "are you okay?"
you nod, chuckling at his pout.
his pout turns into a frown as he furrows his eyebrows at you. "I'm worried about you and you're laughing at me?"
that makes your chuckle turn into a full laugh. you lean into him, cupping his face tenderly before peppering kisses all over his face. "can you blame me? you look cute angry."
"... I'm not cute. I'm a grown man." he huffs, trying his best to stay annoyed, but once your lips press against a particularly sensitive spot near his jaw, he melts against you.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who loves seeing you try out new clothes, or pampering yourself. he just likes showing you off, and he loves it even more when you show off for him. probably loves praising you too. "you look so hot." "can't believe that's all mine." "that's the top you weren't sure about? it was made for you." and so on and so forth.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who steals food off your plate, especially stuff like dumplings or fries. will quickly grab the food and eat it in front of you while smirking. oh, and don't hold your sandwich up near him and look away for even a second, because he will lean in and take a bite of it. also the type to take huge bites whenever you offer him small bites of your food.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who puts his hand over your head when you're about to smack your head on something. doesn't even do it to be chivalrous or anything, it's automatic. also does it when it's raining.
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ᯓ★ bf!valko who would not care about you having body hair. he knows it's the natural state of your body, and likes it for that reason. would be devastated if you shaved your bush.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who's a munch. he likes it because it's one of the places where your scent is the strongest. likes giving more than receiving.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who wants you before you shower. when he texts you he's coming home, he always makes sure to add "don't wash". he loves your natural scent and musk, and doesn't want it to be erased by the artificial scent of body shampoo and soap. that's not to say he's unhygienic or anything, he likes both but has a very clear preference.
ᯓ★ bf!valko who you find yourself laughing with during intimacy. whether it's you mocking him for a strangled noise he let out, or him chuckling at your pleading face, the two of you always find a way to smile through it.
a/n: come back home dada please
if you liked this, you might like my family man valko headcannons!
pairing: bf!Valko x gn!reader
synopsis: you wake up from a nightmare where valko disappeared, leaving you alone. thankfully, he's lying by your side when you wake up...
cw: fluff, hurt/comfort ig, petnames, established relationship
wc: 1.5k
a/n: yes this is my way of coping
Valko masterlist
Valko was gone.
He had disappeared, seemingly without a trace.
You woke up to an unusually empty and cold bed. So you got up, searching the bathroom instead, calling out to him by the nickname you knew he secretly loved despite acting against it. But he was nowhere to be seen.
You tried calling him or sending him a text, but you couldn’t find his contact in your phone anymore.
So you tried social media, but you couldn't even find his account. Even after looking his username up.
The pit in your stomach only grew deeper and heavier as you rushed out of your bathroom, making your way to your entrance, throwing on the first pair of shoes you could find, grabbing your keys, and leaving. You noted the fact that his boots weren’t at your entrance anymore.
Arriving at his place, you walked up the luxurious modern driveway and pulled out the spare set of keys to his place he’d made for you. But the door didn’t open, or budge. The key didn’t even fit into the lock.
But in your panicked state of denial, you continue forcing the key into the hole, until the door opens from the other side.
You look up, expecting to be met with your 6’2 hunk of a boyfriend. Maybe in loungewear, with his glasses resting low on his nose, a book in hand.
Instead, an older woman looked at you with fear, disgust, and confusion all at once.
“Can I help you?” she asks condescendingly.
You stutter, still shocked.
“If you’re just going to stand there, then get off my property. I won’t hesitate to call the police.” she huffs.
Her property? What the hell was she talking about?
“Go on then.” she shoos you away, closing the heavy wooden door right in your face.
You remain standing there, baffled, before slowly turning around and looking at the cars in the driveway. Three sleek Mercedes’. And Valko’s jeep was nowhere in sight.
Your hands start trembling as you slowly make your way back to your own car. Shutting the door behind you once you sit in the driver’s seat, you pull out your phone again.
You decide to call his aunt. Surely she’d know where he was.
You sigh in relief once she picks up, and immediately ask her about Valko’s whereabouts, without even bothering to greet her properly.
She’s quiet on the other side of the line before speaking. “... Who?”
Your mouth falls agape ever so slightly, and your eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Valko. Do you know where he is? I’ve been trying to reach him all morning.”
She’s quiet again, but this time breaks her silence with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, did you hit your head? Who’s Valko?”
The hand holding your phone up to your ear falls in your lap, as tears start to well in your bottom eyelids.
Although you’re not on speaker, you can still faintly hear the sound of her voice.
“Y/N? Are you still there?” she questions, before laughing again. “I swear if this is another one of your pranks―”
You hang up before she can finish her sentence.
You stare down at your phone, and click on your camera roll.
There are no photos of him. There are no videos of him. Your album of him is gone.
Valko is gone.
Lost on what to do, you break down. The tears instantly stream down your face, hot and heavy. Your heartbroken sobs echo through your car. You fold in on yourself, leaning forward until your forehead rests against the steering wheel. The cries that rip out of your throat only get louder as you close your eyes, blinking the tears away.
The next thing you know, you’re in bed again. The sheets cling to your body due to the sweat rolling down your back. It’s humid, and sticky, and you feel as though you’re suffocating.
You immediately sit up and tear the covers off of you to catch your breath.
That’s when you realize… Valko. Where is he?
Your gaze drops down to your right.
There he is. Lying down with an arm propped behind his head, the other resting on his chest.
You nearly pounce on him, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and shaking him awake.
“Valko! Come on, wake up, please―” you mutter, your voice raspy and broken as you start tearing up again.
But he doesn’t budge. You pray it’s just him being his usual heavy sleeper self, and continue trying to wake him up.
Eventually, he starts to stir, eyelashes fluttering open.
You stop your motion and stare down at him with wide eyes, and tear streaks adorning your cheeks.
Once his vision focuses and he takes in your appearance, he immediately sits up.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, large hands already moving to cup your face.
But the second you feel his warm touch again, the dam breaks and you sob even more. Your hands move to rest against his own, as you lean into his palms. “I―” you start but choke on your words.
His golden eyes dart back and forth between yours. “Hey, it’s okay, take your time. Use your words.”
You sniffle repeatedly, catching your breath. He continues wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, remaining silent.
Once you feel more calm, you speak up. “You were gone… you left–you left me.”
Now it’s his turn to frown, but he still says nothing.
“You left. Like you never even existed.” your breath hitches. “I tried calling you but I couldn’t find your contact on my phone—and there was an old rude lady living at your house, and I called auntie to ask about you and she was acting like she didn’t even know you.” you ramble, your words occasionally getting cut off with your sobs and voice cracks.
He lets out the breath he was holding before pulling you in. You immediately bury your face into his chest.
“I’m here, baby.” He whispered against your ear. “You hear my heartbeat? Smell me?” he presses kisses to your head. “I’m right here. Not goin’ anywhere.”
Pressing your ear to the spot right over his heart, you listen to it beat against his ribcage, focusing on the familiar and comforting rhythm. Your crying eventually ceases, and you’re left hiccuping and letting out deep breaths.
His hands continue caressing up and down your back until he feels you’ve really calmed down.
You’re the first to pull away, and you wipe your tears while staring down at your lap.
He notices how distant you look and cups your jaw with one hand to make you look up at him.
“Feelin’ better?” he asks, eyes unusually soft.
You slowly look up to meet his eyes and shrug.
“It was just a bad dream, ‘kay? I’m not leaving you.” He leans down, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Ever.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you lean up so your foreheads touch, and you breathe him in. You immediately bask in his warm, inviting scent that you swore could wake you up from a coma. “... Promise?”
“I promise.” he whispers against your skin, letting his words sink in.
You look up at him through your wet lashes. He stares down at you in silence, his eyes half-lidded, before slowly and carefully leaning down. You try to meet him halfway and lean into him as well, closing your eyes.
But instead of pressing his lips against your own, he swipes his tongue against the corner of your left eye, licking your tears away.
Your eyes snap back open and you stare at him in shock. “Valko.” you reprimand, yet your voice is soft and still exhausted.
He pulls back, and looks as though he’s deep in thought. “Salty.” he finally comments, the corners of his lips tilting into a smirk.
You continue to stare at him with parted lips. “... You’re gross.” you scoff.
But he’s quick to lean in and lick the tears from your other eye. You yelp, moving away and trying to push him off, giggling in the process.
His hands move to grab your waist, pushing you back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you.
You shield your face from him, arms coming up to hide it.
His fingers slip under your shirt to tickle your skin, making your defenses drop. He takes the opportunity to lean in again and lick an annoyingly long stripe up the side of your face, tracing the tear tracks on it.
Your laughter echoes through the bedroom as your legs start kicking up in all directions. “Valko, enough!”
He continues for a good two minutes before finally stopping. You’re caged between his biceps, staring up at him, while you try to catch your breath. He’s slightly winded too, and some of his hair has fallen on his forehead.
“... I love you.” he mutters.
Your heart squeezes painfully, and you cup his face with both hands, caressing his jawline. “I love you too.” you respond.
He leans down, lips finally pressing against your own.
Reminding you that he was real, present, and that nothing would ever change that.
ᯓ★ I went to sleep last night after starting a draft for a Valko fanfic, and woke up excited to continue writing it, only to learn Infold has decided not to release him because of the fuckass chinese fans who hated him. I truly have no words.
This might not be a big deal to a lot of people, but it is to me. The game has been so incredibly boring and awful to me for these last 8 months, and the only thing I was looking forward to was the 6th love interest. And when said love interest was finally revealed, and turned out to be everything I ever wanted, I got so excited and motivated to play the game again, I even started farming again (can u believe it...).
I have mained Sylus for the last two years, and don't get me wrong I love him. But in my eyes, he doesn't even compare to Valko. I was so excited for him because he's exactly the type of character I love. And I know for a fact that I would've mained him and loved him.
After being teased with Valko, I truly have no interest in the other guys whatsoever, and have deleted the game. I hope the chinese fans are happy.
No one talk to me, I am mourning what Valko could've been. The one thing I know is that he would've been just as loveable, funny, and popular as the other love interests and that he deserved a chance.
Fuck the chinese fans who were hating, truly. And fuck infold for their 3 year old-level decision making.
(edit, as of July 1st: I now understand that its not bc of the CN girls who hated him, but rather bc of bigger issues)
pairing: bf!jjk men x chubby!reader | gojo, geto, nanami, yuji, megumi, yuta, choso, toji, sukuna
synopsis: still being new to your relationship with him, the two of you learn to grow more comfortable around one another. but he gets a little too touchy and you panic, scared he'll run away once he gets to know all parts of you...
cw: established relationship, chubby/curvy reader, heian!sukuna, toji and sukuna lowkey ooc but idc, cussing, insecurity, self-deprecating thoughts and words, reader is very insecure, reassurance, fluff, petnames
wc: 1k each
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ᯓ★ Satoru Gojo
You were currently making breakfast, early in the morning. What should’ve been twenty minutes of baking turned into forty-five, since this wasn’t your kitchen and you weren’t yet familiar with it.
That’s right, you were in your boyfriend’s kitchen. This was the first time ever that you’d slept over.
The two of you hadn’t gone there yet, you just fell asleep entangled with one another after watching a cheesy movie. You were grateful for how patient he was, never rushing you into something you weren’t a hundred percent certain of.
So to show your gratitude and affection, you decided you’d get up early and make him pancakes. You knew he loved his sweets at any time of the day.
After rummaging through every cabinet and drawer, you’d eventually managed to gather all ingredients and tools necessary. And now, you waited for them to cook over the stove, flipping them every so often.
Your intense focus on them was what made you inattentive to Satoru’s arrival into the kitchen.
“Morning.” he yawned, ducking his head under the doorframe to walk through.
You flinch a little, caught off guard by his presence. “Good morning… I didn’t hear you come in.” you glance at him over your shoulder, spatula still at the ready near the pancakes.
He simply smiled in response, before his eyes landed on the kitchentop. “What’cha making?”
You moved sideways to give him a better view of the food. “Pancakes. Thought you’d probably like something sweet.”
His eyes light up at the words ‘pancakes’ and ‘sweet’, and he makes his way over to you. “You know me so well.”
You chuckle softly before turning back to the stove, and flipping a pancake over.
“You should’ve stayed in bed with me longer though…” he speaks in a more hushed tone now.
You feel your cheeks flush just a bit, and let out a nervous laugh.
Standing behind you now—or rather, towering—his arms carefully wrap themselves around your soft waist, and he rests his chin on your head, watching you as you cook. “Thought you ran away from me,” he mutters softly, tilting his head to press kisses to your cheek, and down the curve of your jaw.
Unable to contain them, giggles erupt out of you at the ticklish feeling. “Satoru, come on, stop—” your shoulder meets the side of your face in an attempt to shield yourself from his affectionate attacks.
But he moves to pepper kisses on the other side of your face that’s still left unguarded. He laughs along with you, in between pecks, whilst letting out exaggerated kissy noises.
Your heart felt full in a way you never could’ve imagined. You couldn’t have been happier.
That was, until he’d started wiggling his fingers.
They tickled you all over, from your stomach, to your back, to your sides, and even your arms.
You squirmed, your body jerking in all directions while laughter bubbled out of your throat at the sensation.
“Satoru—” you breathed out desperately.
That only seemed to spur him on, as he continued with more precision.
This time, his hands slid under your shirt to meet your skin.
And that’s when your stomach dropped, your eyes shooting wide open.
You managed to grab a hold of his wrists, and tried pulling his hands away from your waist.
But he didn’t pay you any mind, obviously too strong for you to actually tug him away from you.
It wasn’t until you felt his thumb lightly brush over one of your stomach rolls that you mustered up newfound strength.
“I said stop!” you shout, pulling him away even harder.
At that, he finally pauses, and pulls his hands away and out from under your shirt, but keeps them hovering near your form.
Your hands are still encircled around his own, and he lets you catch your breath for a little bit before speaking.
“... You okay?” he asks, his voice soft, and his tone careful. At your silence, he feels the need to talk again. “What’s wrong?”
You’re still a little shaken, unsure of what to do or say. “Nothing—” you start but choke up.
He pulls away from you fully, and instead steps to the side to properly face you. He stares at you in silence, waiting for you to finish talking. But when you never do, he takes the initiative. “Did I do something wrong?”
You sigh deeply before turning the stove off. “No… you didn’t.”
He takes a step closer and keeps quiet. But you know he wants to know more.
“I just… I don’t want you to touch me there. Anywhere but there.” you cross your arms over your chest, as if to hide your body.
He looks utterly confused, eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”
You finally look up at him and deadpan. “Satoru, please… you know why.” your hands unconsciously clench around the extra skin of your sides.
He continues looking down at you, perplexed. But once he finally understands what you’re hinting at, his eyes soften.
“So that’s what this is about?” he mutters.
You look to the side, refusing to give him an answer.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” his hand finds your chin as he brings it towards him.
You reluctantly look back up at him. You feel your throat close up, and your eyes water.
He immediately brings you closer, hands cupping your face and thumbs near your eyes, ready to wipe your tears the moment they spill.
“I’m sorry, I’m being such a crybaby.” you sniffle as your vision blurs.
“What’re you apologizing for? Stop that.” he brushes some hair out of your face.
You lean into his hand, the plumpness of your cheek growing more prominent in doing so. He nearly melts at the sight of it.
“I’m not… I’m not nice to hold, Satoru. My body isn’t one to be held and loved. I don’t deserve that.”
Now he just looks offended. He stammers for a moment as his eyes widen. “And why not? Because you weigh a couple extra pounds?”
You nod against his palm, eyes closed.
“That’s such bullshit,” he scoffs. His face slowly inches closer to yours and he kisses your temple. “You’re beautiful.”
You open your eyes to roll them, your gaze landing on the floor. “Don’t lie to me because you feel bad.”
“I’m not lying—why would you even say that?” he asks incredulously.
Despite how bewildered and offended he looks, he’s still softly cradling your head and wiping your tears away.
“You care way too much what other people think, you know that?” he sighs. “I think you’re beautiful, and that’s all there is to it. I’m not worrying about your weight, or how your stomach looks in a shirt, or how you feel when I hold you. None of that ever mattered to me.”
You’re stunned, watery eyes wide open as you stare at him.
He presses a kiss to your forehead this time. “That last one might’ve been a lie actually,” he chuckles against your skin before kissing it again. “I like holding you. You’re soft, and warm, and… I just like it. I like you, okay? Stop overthinking it. You worry too much.”
Your bottom lip juts out as you feel yourself tearing up again.
“Aw, poor baby,” he chuckles again at the sight.
You huff in a frustrated manner. “God, what is wrong with me? I keep crying…”
He only laughs louder. “Nothing’s wrong with you.” He moves to pepper kisses all over your face, lingering on all of your features. “You’re just not used to being appreciated.” his voice softens.
You give up on trying to force the tears away, and just let them roll down your cheeks. The two of you stare at each other in silence. Your eyes sweep back and forth between his own.
Fluttering white lashes and bright blue eyes stare at you with love and fondness you thought you’d never receive, or deserve.
“Thank you.” you mutter silently, wanting to say more, but finding yourself unable to.
He kisses your cheek, smooshing his lips against it in amusement. Once he pulls away, he speaks.
“You’re welcome.”
ᯓ★ Suguru Geto
It had been a long day. Suguru always had long and tedious errands to run from dawn to dusk, but today had been particularly slow and arduous.
Which is why he was looking forward to falling asleep with you in his arms.
Originally, you were supposed to spend the night at your place like any other day. But after receiving a couple text messages from him complaining about his shitty day, you figured the least you could do was offer him comfort. So you’d gone to his place.
As expected, he arrived rather late, but you didn’t mind. Despite your protests and insistence on him eating dinner, he refused. The only thing he wanted was to sink into his king-sized bed with you tightly clutched to his chest.
With reluctance, you obliged.
So here you were, buried under the covers with Suguru. With his hair splayed out on the pillows and mattress, and his soft but tired features, he looked like he’d jumped out of a renaissance painting.
Usually, he’d be the one spooning you. But tonight, he just needed to be the one taken care of for a change.
His head was nestled right under your chin, cheek resting against your chest.
But there was something else different about him tonight. He was being far more clingy and touchy than usual. You weren’t sure if it was unconsciously done or not, but either way, it was starting to get to you.
His hands had started at a respectful resting place, your hips. But as more minutes passed, they slowly inched closer to the hem of your shirt. Eventually, he’d managed to slip them under the fabric.
You tried to ignore the rapid beating of your heart, and the heat rushing to your face.
His large hands splayed across the expanse of your back carefully inched up, up, and up.
Until you couldn’t take it anymore.
The second he touched a particularly pudgy area, you hissed, and pushed him away instinctively.
He opened his eyes in surprise and stared up at you.
You sit up, and stare back at him, equally as shocked.
The silence drags on as he slowly props himself up on an elbow. When he realizes you don’t plan on explaining yourself, he decides to take the initiative.
“Something wrong?” he asks, his voice slightly raspy from fatigue.
You open and close your mouth a couple times before finding the words. “No,” is all you can muster as you fold your legs closer to you under the blanket. Your eyes land on your hands as you fidget with them.
He eyes you skeptically, clearly unconvinced. “... you sure?”
You nod, still staring at your hands.
His firm palm encircles them, forcing you to look back at him.
“Don’t lie to me angel. Talk to me.”
You hesitate for a moment, but one of your hands moves to intertwine with his own. He returns the gesture almost immediately, his fingers tightly lacing themselves with yours.
You sigh deeply. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, it’s not because of you.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “What is it then?”
“I just… I wasn’t expecting you to touch me like that.”
He looks at you perplexed. “... So it is because of me?”
Your lips part, and you find yourself speechless.
He only chuckles, finding amusement in your inability to put him at fault for something. After a little while, he settles down, regaining a serious demeanor.
“Did you not expect it, or did you not want it?”
You’re once again stunned. How was he able to read you so well?
“... both.” you look away, guilty.
He brushes some hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, cupping your jaw to make you look at him.
“Can I ask why you didn’t want it? You don’t usually reject my advances.”
You shrug. “I know, but…” you trail off, letting silence take over.
“Use your words. I’m listening.”
“I don’t want you to feel those parts of my body.” You finally spit out. “You know… the bad parts.”
At your words, he finally sits up, as if having understood the gravity of the situation.
He calls your name. “... look at me.”
You do so, albeit reluctantly.
“There are no bad parts of your body.” His eyebrows are furrowed, and his jaw clenches tightly.
You feel a knot form in your stomach. “But I—” you choke up.
“None. Do you hear me?”
You grow quiet once more, and he can feel you slipping away from him, and back into a self-depricating spiral.
Without thinking twice, he pulls you by the waist and firmly plants you into his lap.
“I can handle you not wanting me to touch you because you’re not ready yet.” he starts, his hands trailing up from your sides to cup your jaw. “But I can’t handle you thinking of yourself in this way.”
You lean into his touch.
“You’re too beautiful to be having these thoughts.” He whispers. Suguru leans in, his nose nuzzling your own before he starts littering your face with feathery kisses. “So precious,” he hums against the plush skin of your cheeks. “Mine.”
You suppress a small whimper, feeling overwhelmed by his presence, and the complicated mix of emotions swirling in your head.
You wanted to believe the harsh voice in your head. The one that told you he wasn’t being sincere, that he’d eventually leave you, that you weren’t deserving because of the way you looked.
But it was starting to get hard to listen to that voice when he was holding you like you were made of porcelain. Like you were his most prized possession. Like he truly believed in every word he spoke to you, without an inkling of a doubt.
“Suguru…”
He shushes you. “Don’t argue with me on this.” He makes sure you’re silent by kissing you once more, stealing the breath right out of your lungs. Feeling your breath hitch against his lips, he pulls back just enough so you can breathe. In the meantime, he resorts to kissing the tip of your nose.
The two of you are silent for a while, simply basking in and enjoying the other’s warmth and proximity.
“… do you really mean it?” You finally ask, voice a little raspy.
“Every word.” He responds in an instant.
At his words, you feel your face flush even more, and you can now feel the warmth spread from your cheeks to the tip of your ears. Too flustered and winded to speak again, you decide to hide your face in his chest.
His arms wrap around you, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“Go to sleep angel,” he says, although he’s already moving to bring you back down on the mattress along with him. His hand rubs soothing circles over your back.
He makes sure not to linger too much on the areas you were jumpy about, out of concern. But when he feels you melt against him, like you were meant to be right there with him, in his arms, he relaxes as well.
“Goodnight.” He mutters one last time before the two of you drift off into sleep.
ᯓ★ Kento Nanami
Saturdays were the best. You loved them because the weekend was just starting, and you didn’t have to worry about monday just yet.
Oh, and also because you typically spent your Saturdays at Kento’s place.
The two of you had taken the morning slow, only getting out of bed at eleven. You made breakfast (which was basically lunch) together, eating it by the window of his apartment.
And now, it was three o’clock. You’d been lying in his arms on the couch, lazing about.
He was holding up a book with one hand, glasses resting low on his nosebridge to read, while his other hand caressed your back. You felt yourself dozing off, your cheek smooshed against his chest while your arms remained loosely wrapped around his waist. You’d been lying down together for so long that your heart rates synced up.
Feeling drowsiness overcome him as well, Kento closed his book and set it on the coffee table within reach. His now free hand joined his other one on your back as he continued tracing patterns against the soft fabric of your cotton shirt.
You were slightly on edge. It’s not that you didn’t trust him or anything, it’s just that you were still new to this relationship with him. And you were also still unfamiliar with letting someone be so close to you physically speaking.
Of course, Kento knew that. That’s why he always insisted on going at your pace.
Which is why you assumed his unusual touchiness right now was not a conscious effort, but rather a product of his half-asleep state.
His strong and large palms carefully trailed down your spine as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.
Suddenly, your shirt lifted at the hem ever so slightly to let him in. The tips of his fingers affectionately prodding at your plush skin.
You tried ignoring it at first. He had been so patient with you, maybe it was time for you to make a little more effort and open up to him as well.
But when you felt his touch wander a bit too high up for your taste, you jumped out of his grasp, sitting up on the couch, still lodged between his legs.
That seems to wake him up, and slightly startle him. His glasses fall off his nose and land on his chest. He stares at you dumbfounded for a moment before picking them up and setting them on the table near his book.
“Is something the matter…?” he finally speaks up, propping himself on his elbows to sit up properly and look at you.
You stare back at him with guilt, and a hint of fear. Fear of disappointing him, fear of making him wait too much, fear of him finding you just as repulsing as you found yourself. Fear of having ruined everything.
He inches closer towards you without actually invading your space. “Hey, stay with me.”
You snap out of it. “... Sorry.”
He quirks an eyebrow, even more confused than before. “Don’t apologize. What’s wrong?”
You look into his sincere hazel eyes for a moment as silence passes. Letting out a sigh, your gaze darts to your lap instead. “It’s stupid.”
He sighs as well, but heavier, before running a hand through his hair. “I can assure you it’s not. I can’t force you to talk to me but—”
“I don’t want you to feel my rolls.” you cut him off, the words leaving your mouth before you can think twice. “Or my extra fat… or my stretch marks.” you add.
His mouth, still open from when you cut his sentence short, closes and he seems to contemplate something before answering.
“I… understand. I’m sorry for overstepping.” he looks away as well, unable to meet your eyes. “If I may ask… why?”
You scoff, but not in a mocking way. Moreso in disbelief. “Because they’re not nice to feel. They’re… ugly. I don’t want you to see that side of me.”
He finally meets your gaze again, this time with a scowl. “What did you just say?”
You feel your heart drop at his glare, but try to play it off by shrugging. “Kento, let’s be honest here… they’re not cute. No need for sugarcoating.”
He runs a hand down his face, and then massages the top of his nosebridge.
Oh, now you’ve done it. You knew it. You knew you weren’t ready for this. No one would ever accept you with your insecurities. And yet you still decided to pursue this relationship with him. You should’ve known better.
You wish a giant crack would appear in his floorboards and swallow you whole. You wanted to get up, and run out of his apartment. You wanted to disappear.
But you knew there was no running now. You’d put yourself in this situation, self-sabotaging as always.
“I’m sorry… forget I said anything.” you mutter, already moving to untangle yourself from his legs.
He stops you however, lightly holding onto your wrists and pulling you back down towards him, closer than before.
His gaze is still downcast and he sighs heavily. “Don’t go, I already told you you had nothing to be sorry for.” he looks up at you again, but this time his gaze is soft yet apprehensive, as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. He whispers your name before resuming, making sure he had your full attention.
“You don’t understand just how much it pains me to hear you talk about yourself in such a way. I have never, and I will never tolerate anyone speaking ill of you, including yourself.” slowly but surely, as if to give you the option to pull away, he tugs you closer until you’re a mere breath away from one another.
“I know it might be hard for you to believe me, and I know that flowery words won’t be enough to change the mindset you’ve clung to for so long. But I mean it when I say you’re beautiful to me.”
You feel your eyes start to sting, water pooling in the rims of your bottom lids. “How?”
The second he catches a glimpse of your tears, he pulls you into him, burying your face in his chest while you sob quietly. “I can’t explain it, words aren’t enough.” he whispers against your hair. “Just… trust me on this, okay? You might not love yourself at the moment, but know that I love you, more than you’ll ever know.”
Your hands fist against the fabric of his sweater as you continue crying.
“All I ask is that you try to see yourself the way I see you. You don’t have to do it overnight of course, but… I’ll be here for you.” His lips caress your cheek, now wet with tear tracks. “Along every step of the way.” his hand finds your chin to pull you away from his body so he can look you in the eyes.
Your eyes are bloodshot and glossy as you stare back at him. “... thank you.” you huff, trying to reign in your emotions.
He doesn’t say anything, instead opting for brushing your hair out of your face and caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.
“I love you,” he mutters. “Remember that whenever you find it hard to love yourself.”
You nod, and he swipes his thumbs against your bottom lids to dry the last of your tears.
ᯓ★ Yuji Itadori
The last time you’d seen your (recent) boyfriend Yuji was about two weeks ago. You were both swarmed with your own personal lives. And it was killing him, quite frankly.
At last, when you were both free, you’d invited him to spend a couple days at your place.
So far, you’d spent the whole day doing nothing and everything, and decided to finish it off with a movie marathon (his suggestion, of course).
Perhaps it was those two weeks without seeing you that had him acting so strangely.
He was being awfully clingy. But you didn’t mind. You had missed him too after all.
The two of you were laying on your couch with the only source of lighting being the tv. He was lying on top of you, head resting against your chest and his hair tickling your collarbone. His arms were tightly wrapped around your middle while his eyes stayed glued to the screen.
Your hands were nestled in his hair as you played with the spiky pink strands. You look down at him for a moment and notice the way his feet hang off the end of the sofa, the sight almost making you laugh. You’d suggested letting him have the couch so he could be more comfortable, but he had insisted that your current position was more than comfortable enough to him.
You couldn’t say the same however.
His hands made a very slow ascent on your body. One so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so on edge and, well, insecure.
You try to ignore it at first, but when you feel him tenderly squeeze at your plush skin like it was something he always did, you couldn’t take it anymore.
You jumped, startled by the sudden touch. He lifted his head away from your chest and looked up at you as he rose to sit up. “What’s up? Is there a spider? I can kill it for you—” he starts, already looking around for a slipper or anything he could use to kill the arachnid.
You stare at him baffled. “What? No!”
He returns your stunned look. “Oh… then why’d you jump?”
“Because you—” you stutter, embarrassed. “Because you touched my stomach, and my… my rolls.”
“What? I.. I didn’t even realize.” His gaze softens, and his shoulders drop from their upright posture. “… sorry.” he scratches at the back of his neck and looks away.
You look down at yourself and hug your knees to your chest, seeking to cloak yourself from his gaze.
Yuji notices the gesture out of the corners of his eyes, and he feels a sharp twist in his heart. Like he knew there was more to this, and that it was bad. But he was too scared to push.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” you shrug it off, still staring at your legs.
But that dismissal doesn’t do it for him.
“Why the stomach?” he asks.
You snap your eyes back up at him. “... What?”
“Why are you jumpy about your stomach?” he asks again, more firmly this time. “I mean… we’ve kissed and hugged and stuff. Why is it a problem now?” his head tilts, in genuine curiosity.
But the second he notices how defensive you look, he scrambles to explain himself.
“Fuck, wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” he drags his hands down his face and sighs heavily into them. A few seconds go by and he pulls away from them to glance up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “I just wanna know. But I’m not gonna force you into anything… of course.”
You relax a little bit, feeling more at ease.
He notices that and speaks up again. “I mean… it’s not because you’re insecure or anything, right? ‘Cause that would be kinda stupid.” he scoffs.
His small smile quickly fades once he takes in your silence and realizes that it is, indeed, an insecurity thing.
Your gaze drops lower.
“... Why? You’re beautiful.” he says it like it’s the most irrefutable fact in the universe. A fact that doesn’t even require evidence to be proven true. A fact he thought was an evident and unspoken truth between you two.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Don’t sugarcoat.”
“I’m not—you seriously don't think you're beautiful?” he stares at you incredulously.
You lift your eyes to finally look up at him. But you freeze. You don’t know what to say, or do. You don’t even remember how you got in this situation in the first place.
You watch as his hands slowly reach out to rest on top of your knees. They trail down and caress the sides of your thighs, his eyes remaining on yours the entire time.
“Listen, I don’t know how you’re not seeing what I’m seeing, but… I find you pretty. Really pretty.” he mutters, refusing to break eye contact. “I’ve never looked at you and wished you looked different. A number on a scale doesn’t mean anything to me.”
The moment your eyes water and your knees drop in defeat, he pulls you into his lap with ease, as if you weighed nothing. As if your weight was nothing to him.
His arms wrap around your middle as you cry into his shoulder. He moves to lean back against the couch and shifts his hips so you’re more comfortable. He doesn’t say anything for a while, instead just letting you cry and vent out your frustrations.
He carefully strokes your hair until he feels your shoulders relax against him. “... you okay?”
You sniffle, trying to collect yourself, and pull away to look up at him through your wet lashes. His shirt is soaked, and the side of your face is still planted against it, but he doesn’t mind.
You blink a couple times to focus your vision before answering with a raspy ‘yes’.
He leans down but stops, hesitating for a moment as he scans your features. When he realizes you’re comfortable enough, his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. It doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to leave you dizzy.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the world, y’know that? To have such a beautiful girlfriend like you.” he presses a lingering kiss to your wet cheek. “There isn’t a single day that goes by without me thinking that. You’re the first thing I think of when I wake up.”
You wipe at your tears lazily, feeling fatigue take over you now. Your eyes now dart back and forth between his own before you whisper a barely audible ‘thank you’.
He only smiles in response. “Don’t thank me for that, seriously.” he chuckles.
You chuckle along with him because that was such a Yuji thing for him to say.
He feels a weight lift from his chest at the sight of you laughing, and leans down one final time to kiss your lips. “I love you.” he murmurs against them, his thumbs still gently carding through your hair.
The only thing that didn’t suck though—the one thing that kept Megumi pushing through everything—was the thought of coming back home to you lying in his bed.
With every step he took towards his home, he replayed the scene in his head another time.
He’d open the door to his bedroom, slam it shut behind him, shed the unnecessarily heavy jacket on his body, and fall straight into your arms while you welcomed him with that bright smile of yours he swore fixed everything.
And now, after his long and arduous day, he’d finally arrived.
He closed the door behind him, kicked his shoes off, and made a straight line to his room. But you weren’t on his bed like he expected you to be. You weren’t even in the room, actually.
Suddenly, the door leading to his bathroom opens, and you step out of it and into his room. “Hey, you’re back.” you smile and walk over to him. “Sorry, I went to turn the shower on as soon as I heard you come in.”
Once he finally sees you, he lets out a little sigh of relief. Megumi could not have been happier that you’d said yes when he asked you if you could spend the night over at his place.
You probably weren’t aware of it, but it meant everything to him.
Noticing he still hasn’t answered, you speak up again. “... I hope that’s okay with you.”
He walks over to you, ridding himself of his jacket in the process and tossing it in his laundry basket. “It is. Thank you.” He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Give me five minutes,” he mutters before walking past you and closing the bathroom door behind him.
You go to lie down on the bed and scroll on your phone while waiting for him to wash up.
You were surprised he’d texted you so last minute asking you to come over, but you figured it was probably needed. Maybe he’d had a bad day and needed some company.
At least that’s the explanation you were choosing to justify how clingy he was being now that he’d gotten in bed with you.
The two of you were lying on your sides, your flush bodies buried beneath the covers as his front pressed into your back. His arms were wrapped around your middle while he rested his chin into the crook of your neck.
“... needed this.” he sighed against your skin.
Meanwhile, you were trying to hold it together. Sure you two have been dating for almost two months now, but you still hadn’t gotten this close.
He continued pressing the occasional kiss to your neck, while his hands found themselves at the bottom hem of your shirt.
“Um… Megumi?” you whispered, feeling your face burn up and your heartrate pick up.
“Hm?” he hummed, while his hands suddenly found themselves under your shirt.
“Megumi what are you—”
His fingers caressed the plush skin of your midriff.
Your face went pale, your heart dropped, and your hands moved to get his own off of your body.
He stills, and stops his trail of kisses up to your earlobe. He’s taken-aback, unsure of what just happened, but waits for you to elaborate.
“I… sorry, I—” you stutter and fumble over your words. Letting his hands fall against the mattress, you sit up. You throw a brief glance at him over your shoulder, and notice his stunned look. Clearly, he’s still waiting on an explanation.
“What’s wrong?” he finally asks.
“Nothing, I…” you start, but end up looking away from him. Your shoulders drop and you look down at your lap. “I just wasn’t expecting you to get so… touchy.”
“... touchy?” he repeats, confused. This wasn’t the first time the two of you cuddled.
You stay quiet, and your arms unconsciously move to fold themselves over your stomach, as if to hide it.
Ever the analyst, Megumi watches the gesture, and it finally clicks in his head. His eyes soften. “... Fuck.” he sighs heavily. “I’m an idiot.”
At his words, you look back at him again. Your eyes meet once more.
“I’m sorry.” he mutters. “I didn’t realize you wouldn’t like that.” he searches your eyes, waiting for a response.
“... It’s fine.” you reply dismissively.
“It’s not.” he states firmly. “I should’ve asked first.”
You nod at him once, with a hum.
Silence settles between the two of you, both unsure of what to say next. He simply stares at you.
“You’re not gonna ask why?” you finally speak up.
“Why what?”
“Why I don’t want you touching my stomach.” you change your sitting position to fully face him.
His eyes widen for a moment before narrowing again. “... No. Do you want to tell me why?”
Your gaze drops to your hands in your lap. “... It’s a stupid reason, honestly.”
He sits up, and places one of his hands over your own. “Clearly, it’s not stupid if it has you feeling like this.”
Your bottom lip starts to quiver, and you lower your head even further, unable to look at him.
His free hand moves to slot itself between your ear and neck, and he cranes your head to make you look up at him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
When you meet his eyes, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “It’s just…” you start, and huff out another breath to try and calm down. “I don’t like my body and I don’t want you to see it, or feel it, or… I just don’t want you to leave me because of how I look.”
For the first time since he’s gotten home, Megumi scowls. “Seriously?”
You say nothing, nodding instead.
“That’s—” he starts but stutters. “That’s fucking stupid. I’m not going to leave you just because of the way you look.”
“… You say that now, but—“
“I’m not going to change my mind, Y/N.” His thumb caresses your cheek. “And for the record, nothing’s wrong with the way you look.”
You shake your head, tears pooling in your eyes.
His eyebrows only furrow further at the sight of your disagreement. “You’re beautiful.”
“But I’m…”
“So? Do you really think I care about stuff like that?”
You bury your face in your hands to try and silence your sobbing. His hands let go of you temporarily to wrap themselves around your body and pull you in.
His palms caress your back a little awkwardly at first, but he manages to ease into it. He lets you cry into his chest until you calm down.
“I’m not good at this stuff, but… I meant everything I said, alright?”
You sniffle quietly, nodding against his shirt.
“... I should’ve done a better job at making you feel good about yourself. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” your hands let go of your face to wrap around his neck.
Tentatively, he lies back down on the mattress and pulls you along with him. You follow him willingly, and nuzzle against the crook of his neck.
“... are you okay?” he whispers against the top of your head.
You take a deep breath before talking. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“Okay, good.” he swallows the lump in his throat. “Go to sleep,” he tilts his head to the side, and presses a kiss to your temple.
You nuzzle further into him before whispering a soft “Goodnight.”
ᯓ★ Yuta Okkotsu
Today had been rather uneventful for you. And you were grateful for that. It was one of your rare days off, and you’d taken the opportunity to soak in a bath, watch your favourite movie, and make yourself a good meal.
The same couldn’t be said for Yuta however. He’d been sent out on a last minute mission and was only just now done.
Usually, he’d be satisfied with just going home, showering the exhaustion off his body, and facetiming you until you both fell asleep.
But today he really needed to see you, and hold you.
You’d welcomed him with open arms of course. He wasn’t the only one missing his partner. Besides, you’d be lying if you said his tired tone when he called you earlier to ask if he could come over didn’t give you the urge to pamper him and take care of him.
You let him use your shower to freshen up. In the meantime, you rummaged through the drawer of his clothes that you kept at your place for something he could wear.
And now you found yourself sitting with your legs folded on your couch, with your boyfriend lying down, his head in your lap.
Your fingers had been carefully threading through his damp and dark locks for the past twenty minutes while you watched the tv.
Yuta, however, couldn’t care less about the show you were watching. He was turned away from it, in fact, and was instead looking up at you. Although he could barely keep his eyes open anymore.
Feeling himself drift into slumber, he shifted in your lap to make himself more comfortable, and turned so that he faced your stomach. One of his arms came up to wrap around your waist as he nuzzled himself closer.
You felt the color drain out of your face, and your heart drop.
“Yuta… what’re you doing?” you whisper, not wanting to disturb him.
A soft hum escapes him. “... missed you.” he mumbles against your shirt, and presses his nose to your stomach.
The second he touches you, you flinch away from him, sucking your stomach in.
That seems to stir him awake, and he opens his eyes to look at you.
“What’s wrong?” he sits up, and lets go of you.
Your hands fall from his hair and into your lap instead. You stare down at them in silence, not giving him an answer.
“Did I… did I do something wrong?” his face morphs into a frown. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Your gaze snaps up to meet his, and you notice how glassy they look. “You didn’t—I’m just… not used to stuff like that.”
“Having your stomach touched…?” he questions further.
“That and other things…” you nod once, curtly, simply. Like you wanted the topic to die down.
But he doesn’t want it to. He knows this must be daunting for you, but he doesn’t want to bottle this up.
“Is there something wrong with your stomach?” he asks, his tone softer and quieter now.
You stare at him, slightly baffled. “Well… yeah.” you reply, as if the answer was obvious.
He tilts his head to the side, still not getting it.
“It’s pudgy.”
You expect to see enlightenment flash through his features, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, he still looks confused.
“So…?”
“So it’s bad, Yuta.”
He feels your patience wearing thin. “I-I’m sorry! I just don’t see what’s bad about that...” he scratches at the back of his neck and looks away.
You mimic him, and your eyes return to the tv as you let out a huff, folding your legs closer to your chest, your arms resting atop your knees and your face half-buried in them.
Once he notices your eyes aren’t on his anymore, his gaze trails back to you and he looks you up and down. Carefully reaching out for the remote, he pauses your show.
“Y/N, I…” he starts.
You stay quiet, your stare vacant.
“Please look at me.” he leans in closer.
You feel your eyes start to water, but manage to reign it in, and look at him.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers sincerely. “But I still don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way you look. I never have.”
“How can you say that when I…” you start but feel your voice falter, and a knot forms in your throat. The tears well up again, and this time a couple of them stroll down your cheeks.
He stands up from the couch to instead kneel on the carpet in front of you. A hand rests on your knee while the other cradles your cheek carefully. Once you lean into his hand, his thumb swipes at your tears, tracing patterns on your skin slowly.
“You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful, I don’t even know why you—” he pauses, feeling himself get off track. “Listen, I love you. But I don’t like that you doubt yourself so much.”
Your lips part almost immediately to reply. To apologize profusely about your insecurities. But, as if guessing your next move, he cuts you off with a tender kiss.
He pulls away, but remains close enough so that you can hear him as he whispers. “I know you can’t help it, and that’s okay. That just means I have to be a better boyfriend to you." his eyes dart back and forth between your own.
You return his eye contact, and it doesn’t take you long before you break down.
He immediately pulls you into his shoulder and lets you soak his shirt. His fingers thread through your hair soothingly as he whispers soft words of reassurance into your ear.
“I’ll do better from now on. For you. I promise.” He kisses your tear-stained eye corner. “I’ll help you see what I see when I look at you,”
You nuzzle into him further, your arms wrapping around his neck. He lets out a surprised huff from your tight squeeze, but quickly melts into it.
“I love you, and… thank you.” you mumble against the skin of his neck.
He continues rubbing your back soothingly. “... I love you too.”
ᯓ★ Choso Kamo
Choso was a very patient man. Especially when it came to the things he loved and held dearly to his heart.
You, of course, are no exception.
Despite his age, he was equally as new as you when it came to relationships. Neither of you wanted to mess this up, so you had mutually agreed on taking it slow.
You knew that about your boyfriend.
What you weren’t aware of was how much he’d been holding back ever since you officialized your relationship.
He loved praising you, showering you in words of affection and gifts, small romantic gestures he knew meant the world to you. But sometimes, even those things weren’t enough to convey the depth of his adoration for you.
He would never tell you, but sometimes just the sight of you was enough to make him fall to his knees.
He’s been trying so hard these past weeks to hold it in, to be good for you. But tonight, he didn’t have the strength to do so anymore.
You’d invited him over at your place, insisting you wanted to try out the new face masks you bought with him. He’d said yes in a heartbeat.
And now, a couple hours later, you were cuddled up on the couch, watching tv. Nothing unusual for the two of you, right?
Not exactly.
You had been iffy about physical intimacy of any kind with him. It’s not that you didn’t like him, you were just scared he wouldn’t like your body.
Choso knew about your apprehensiveness, but didn’t know about the reason behind it. He never asked, not wanting you to feel like you had to justify yourself to him.
Maybe that’s why he was underestimating your hesitance tonight. He had underestimated it enough to let his temptations get the best of him, and slowly push past your boundaries.
You were seated between his spread thighs, your back pressed to his chest, while his arms remained tightly wound around your frame in a bear hug.
You weren’t even sure of how you ended up in such a position. But now you had to try and ignore your rapidly beating heart as he kept his lips sealed onto a specific spot under your ear.
He wasn’t moving, or kissing, or sucking on the sensitive bit of skin. He was simply nuzzled there, comfortably. And that somehow made it worse.
His hands move to tighten their hold on your waist,
“Cho?” you whisper.
“Yes?” he answers, but continues his caresses.
Your breath hitches. “Can you—” you start, but falter the second his hand squeezes your soft belly. “Stop!” you shout in a panic.
He immediately lets go of you and lifts his head from your neck.
Your eyes are wide open in shock. Both from his sudden touch, and from you unexpectedly raising your voice.
“I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” you start speaking but go speechless.
He remains quiet behind you for a while. “... Have I done something to upset you?”
You turn sideways with the intention of facing him properly, but your gaze is still downcast. “Not really, it’s just…”
His hands clench into fists at his sides, holding back from holding you. As clingy and affectionate as he was, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“I don’t want you to feel my rolls.” you finally explain with a sigh.
His hands relax, and his eyebrows furrow. “... Your what?”
Now it’s your turn to look confused. “My… rolls?”
He does a little head shake, as if still not understanding.
“The extra layers of fat on my stomach and back.” you elaborate even further.
His expression is solemn, if not, slightly angry. “What about them?”
“Choso…. I don’t like them, and I don’t want you to see that side of me.”
His eyes shoot wide open, and his lips part. “Why don’t you like them? I like them. A lot.”
“Because they’re fat… and ugly.”
A pang of anger flashes across his gaze, although it’s not exactly directed at you. “Stop it.” His tone of voice rises. “How dare you say that? They’re beautiful, just like you are.”
Beautiful? He couldn’t seriously mean that.
His hand flies to his chest and he grips the fabric of his shirt right above his heart. “Do you… do you not believe me?” His bottom lip starts to quiver. “I… have failed you as your lover.”
You’re stunned, and your hands hover in the air on either side of him, unsure of what to do. “What? No, that’s not true.”
Tears start welling in his eyes. “It is. I’ve failed to make you feel worthy and loved.”
You cup his face as you speak to him. “Choso, I’ve been like this way before you… you’re not the issue.” your thumbs swipe his tears away.
His hands rest atop yours on the sides of his face. “How long… have you thought of yourself like this?”
“I’m… not sure. For as long as I can remember, I guess.” you look away.
His hands carefully slide around your waist and he sits you down on his lap. “Well… it needs to stop. I refuse to let you think of, or speak of yourself in this way.” he sniffles, although now he sounds more sure of himself.
You look back at him, only to be met with a look of determination.
“I love you, and I want you to love yourself as well.” he mutters before burying his head in the crook of your neck. “So please… promise me you’ll see yourself the way I do.”
“It doesn’t work like that.” A light chuckle escapes you. “But I can promise that I’ll try.”
He pulls away to look at you. “That’s good enough for me. Just… please don’t use words like that again. They pain me.” he nudges the underside of your jaw with his nose. “You’re beautiful.”
You pull him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck. Leaning in, you whisper against his hair. “Okay… I won’t.”
A satisfied hum escapes him. “Thank you,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss right under your ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you answer, right before he pulls you down on the couch with him.
ᯓ★ Toji Fushiguro
You were trying really hard not to overthink this. After all, you knew nothing crazy would happen. You’d told your boyfriend very clearly a while ago that you wanted to take things slow. And he’d agreed with no hesitation, of course.
So why were you so nervous about him spending the night over at your place for the first time?
He’d finished his work today (you weren’t sure exactly what his job was, but you didn’t want to force him for an answer), and had asked you if you wanted to fall asleep on the phone with him.
On a whim, you suggested him sleeping at your side instead. He hesitated, and asked you if you were sure, but upon hearing your insistence, he accepted.
Once he arrived, you’d eaten dinner together, watched trashy reality tv, and had offered him a change of clothes.
Now, you were both in your bathroom. He was brushing his teeth, while you were combing your hair.
Earlier, you weren’t so nervous. But now that you were getting ready for bed, it was starting to settle in.
Standing side by side in the cramped bathroom, with your shoulders touching, you occasionally glanced at him. But every time you did, he would already be staring at you with his signature lopsided smirk.
Looking away, your gaze returns to your hair in the mirror.
He spits out the toothpaste, rinses his mouth out and cleans the toothbrush before putting it away. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he uses the towel to wipe his face.
Once he’s done, he turns back to you, and stares at your reflection.
You try to ignore the weight of his gaze on you, and manage to keep your eyes glued to your hands as you continue brushing. “What?” you ask.
“Nothin’” His smile softens. “You look pretty.” he adds before snaking his arms around your waist, his chin resting on top of your head.
“Toji, I’m trying to brush my hair here.” you groan in annoyance, despite the blush forming on your cheeks.
“What’s the point? It’ll just get messy again when you sleep.” he chuckles dryly.
You roll your eyes.
His head dips down to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’m tired.”
Your heart stutters as you feel his fingers trail further down, and reach the hem of your sleep shirt. “... go to bed then.”
He hums, nuzzling himself against your neck and pressing another kiss. “Not without you.” His hands slip under your shirt, his palms laying flat against the soft and plush skin of your stomach.
“Toji!” You gasp, panic and jerk out of his grasp almost immediately while turning to face him.
His hands slip out of your shirt just as fast as they got in, and he looks down at you with wider eyes than usual.
Your eyebrows are knit together in a frown, and your shoulders are tense.
Guilt flashes across his eyes as he takes in your defensive stance. He takes a step back, letting his hands fall back at his sides.
“... m’sorry. I didn’t realize.” he mutters out, his tone quiet.
“Don’t apologize—” Your expression softens when you see him retreat. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”
“Yeah, because you told me you didn’t want me to do stuff like that.” he states blatantly, holding himself accountable. “And I forgot, like a fucking idiot.”
You place the hairbrush back on the counter near your sink. You look away, not sure what to say now.
His jaw clenches tightly, before he speaks. “... Do you want me to leave?”
You rush to answer him. “No! God, no... I just— give me a minute.”
He nods once, a hand slipping into the pocket of his dark sweatpants, while the other rests on his nape.
You stare down at the floor, hesitant. Eventually, you decide it’s best to be honest with him.
“I panicked because I don’t want you to feel how…” you start, but trail off, struggling to find words that won’t make you sound like you’re begging for his pity or compliments.
“... how what?” he asks, although he’s soft, not rushing you.
You take a deep breath. “How big I am.”
He quirks an eyebrow.
“I mean, it’s not like you can’t see how big I am, I’m aware of that—” you fidget with your hands. “But… what if you find it worse once you actually feel it?”
Noticing the fact your gaze is remaining downcast, and that you don’t intend on looking up at him anytime soon, he places one of his hands on top of your own. You stop your fidgeting, and finally meet his gaze.
“That’s why you don’t want me to touch you?”
You seal your lips in a tight line before nodding.
He sighs. “You should’ve said so sooner. We could’ve resolved this a while ago.”
You tilt your head to the side with a quizzical look.
“I don’t mind that you’re bigger.” he states. “I like it.”
Your eyebrows raise, your eyes widen, and your lips part. You’re speechless.
He chuckles as he takes in your expression. “But that’s not the only reason I’m with you.”
Your hands move to wrap around his.
“... I love you. And the way you look doesn’t change that for me. Never will.”
Your lips tremble, and he immediately catches sight of it. Pulling you in, he presses you into his warm chest.
“I’m sorry for crying… and thank you.” you sniffle.
He shakes his head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
He waits a little while before pulling you away enough to see you properly.
“Do you really like that I’m… bigger?” you ask, skeptically.
He nods with a grin. “I thought you knew.”
You shake your head innocently.
“And here I thought I was being too obvious about it.”
Suddenly, it clicks. “Wait, is that—is that why you’re always staring?”
He doesn’t say anything, but by the way his grin only grows wider, you can guess the answer is a yes.
“I thought you thought I looked weird.”
“What? Fuck no.” he exhales heavily, before moving to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his middle. “Need you to lie down on me.” he speaks in a hushed tone as he walks over to your bed.
He can hear your heartbeat pick up in pace, and sits down on the edge of the bed.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want. I just…” he brushes your hair out of your face. “I wanna feel your weight on me. Feels nice.”
Your eyes dart back and forth between his own. “... okay.” you whisper.
He moves to slip you both under the covers, making sure at least half of your body is resting atop his.
“I love you too, by the way.” you add, resting your cheek against his chest as you look up at him.
You feel his scarred lip brush your temple in a soft kiss. “... go to sleep.”
ᯓ★ Ryomen Sukuna
Half a year had passed since you became betrothed to the king of curses. Although you knew about the arrangement years prior, it had only been officialized six months ago.
You were scared the night of your wedding. You shouldn’t have been, considering you knew what to expect. But you were still scared.
To your surprise however, he had asked you if you were willing. And upon hearing your refusal, he’d retreated to his own chambers in silence.
Ever since then, he’d honored your choice.
But in these last six months, things changed. Six months of longing glances, of not so accidental touches and brushes of hands and shoulders, of words left unsaid.
It was safe to say he had grown on you. You’d learned that although he was still the monster on the battlefield everyone claimed him to be, he had a different side reserved just for you.
As for Sukuna? The wait was killing him.
You had somehow managed to nuzzle yourself into the depths of his cold heart, and have stayed there ever since. He tried to stop it at first, but he quickly learned that it was no use in denying it anymore.
He loved you, because you’d taught him how to love.
But out of fear of scaring you off, and also because he found himself wanting to respect your wishes, he kept distance between the two of you.
So although you had spent multiple evenings walking side by side in the gardens with your arms linked, or hours in his library reading together in silence with your pinky fingers touching, neither of you had made a move.
The closest the two of you had ever gotten was sleeping cuddled up together.
The first time, he’d insisted on sleeping at your side when you’d fallen sick in the winter. He had berated you for being a weak human the entire time, whilst simultaneously holding you close enough so you could stay warm.
The second time, he had drunk one too many bottles of sake, and refused to let you go the entire night. You could only laugh to yourself as he kept you trapped in a bear hug, imagining how embarrassed he’d be the next morning.
The third time was tonight.
He’d grown restless from waiting. He wanted to be able to hold you without worrying about whether or not you would wake up the next morning or perish from a measly cold. He wanted to be able to feel the plumpness and curves of your body and remember the feeling, instead of clinging onto snippets of his foggy memory.
Hence why he’d called you to his chambers so late.
Six months ago, you would’ve been afraid to step anywhere near his quarters. But now? Now you trusted him.
So upon hearing his request, you assumed he’d want to do some late night reading again, or maybe listen to you play the koto like he sometimes liked to do.
But your heart jumped in your throat once you’d learned of his real reason for requesting your audience. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. This wouldn’t be the first time the two of you fell asleep together.
So, despite your heart hammering against your ribcage, you made your way over to his bed, carefully lifted the covers and slipped underneath them.
He didn’t take long before slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
Your noses nearly touching, you ducked your head, too flushed to face him. He didn’t force you to look back at him, instead focusing on mapping out the fullness of your waist with his large palm.
You focused on his touch as a way of distracting yourself from how close his face was to yours, but noticing how deliberate the caresses of his hand was, it only flustered you further.
“Sukuna…” you breathed out.
“... Hm?” he hummed absentmindedly, too focused on feeling you.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he whispered, before his hand moved further down, feeling the curve of your tummy.
Instantly, your hand flew to his, pulling it away from your body. He let himself be pushed away willingly, and finally stared at your face.
It was redder than he’d ever seen. And he could tell you were simultaneously flustered, and scared. Mostly scared. He almost hated himself for how attractive that was to him.
Upon noticing your hesitancy and silence, he takes the initiative.
“Speak.”
“... Don’t touch me there.” you answer, your voice barely above a whisper.
His hand fully retreats now and he even scoots away from you a bit.
“Why?”
Your gaze snaps up to his, and you look at him incredulously. “Simply because I don’t want you to.”
You expect him to taunt you, to smirk at you. But he does none of that.
He looks solemn as he talks. “That’s not true. Tell me the real reason.”
You seal your lips and stare at his neck instead of his eyes, out of fear that you’ll fold if you stare into them for too long.
He tenses, and his gaze lands on your stomach. “Are you injured?”
You shake your head and sigh deeply.
A beat of silence passes. “... Is it me? Do I repulse you?”
“What?! No!” you tilt your head back up despite yourself. “That’s not it.”
“Then what is it if not that?” he urges, his tone of voice rising.
“It’s the opposite!” you retort. He looks stunned by your shouting, but you continue regardless. “I don’t… I don’t want you to be repulsed by me.”
He looks at you in total shock. How could you, the embodiment of everything beautiful in the world repulse him, a monster driven by bloodlust?
“What the hell do you mean?” his eyebrows knight tightly together.
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t play dumb.” you roll your eyes, as if the motion could stop the tears from forming.
He only looks more baffled at your words.
“My weight, Sukuna. That’s the problem.”
“Your weight.” he repeats in disbelief, his eyebrows falling back in place.
“Yes, my weight. I’m all… pudgy and gross.” your tone grows quiet in your embarrassment.
His eyes narrow into a glare and he immediately spits out, “Watch your words when you speak of my wife.”
You scoff, before one of your hands rests atop your stomach.
“No one is allowed to speak ill of you. That includes you.”
“But it’s the truth. You can’t act like it’s not.” Your other hand moves to hide your stomach as well.
He lets out a dissatisfied groan, takes your hands away from your midriff, and instead lands your palms flat against his chest. “It most certainly is not.”
You hesitate at first but eventually lean into him.
His tone of voice softens at your gesture. “Who has put these foolish ideas in your head?”
You sigh once more.
“Tell me so I may have them executed.”
“No one, Sukuna. I grew up like this.”
He softens even more at the sound of his name slipping past your lips. “... Well get rid of them.”
You finally look up at him. “It’s not that easy.”
He meets your gaze instantly. “What is it going to take then?”
You shrug and shake your head once.
“Allow me to say this then,” he starts, and one of his hands moves to cup your jaw. “These thoughts and insecurities are beneath you. There is only one thing in this world that I am certain possesses true beauty in every sense of the word.” he tugs you closer to him. “And that is you.”
You feel the urge to deny his words, to pull away and call yourself berating things, but you hold back. Instead, tears well in your eyes and trickle down your cheeks.
He scoffs at the sight of your tears, but swipes away at them with the pad of his thumb regardless. “Cease these pointless waterworks. They’re unbecoming of you.”
“Sorry,” you mutter before nuzzling into his chest in an attempt to stop the crying.
He freezes at your sudden proximity, but quickly wraps his arms around you. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he adds “I don’t need your apologies. Just stop.”
You nod against him.
His hand awkwardly and tentatively moves, caressing your back in what he hopes is a soothing manner.
“The next time you feel like this, come to me. I’ll make sure to extinguish these idiocies from your mind.”
“Okay… thank you.” You sniffle the last of your tears away, before leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
He stays frozen in place for a moment, his eyes wide open. Eventually, he grunts out a small noise, acting as though he was annoyed.
He pulls the covers over you both properly. “Sleep.” he orders one last time before you drift off into slumber.
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a/n: this took soooo long to write because its such a sensitive topic and i didnt wanna mess it up
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