NOTE: lil something for the cutest boy! We need more Follo appreciation, sure he doesn’t get social cues but at least he’s cute??
“Boo”
The sudden voice in his ear spoke, the abrupt words paired with the slight release of air spooked Follo from where he was sitting in the mess hall.
He was just planning on getting a quick bite to eat, training all day with his new vital instrument Alan really did a number on his body.
Especially after the stunt he pulled in Kremmos Village.
And Gris wasn’t going easy on him either, something about ‘treating ya like a real giver!’ Whatever that meant.
Follo turned his head around quick, his eyes meeting a pair of familiar ones.
“Ah—! Welcome back! I didn’t know you got back so soon.” He rubbed his neck, the heat already clinging to his cheeks.
“Follo~ you didn’t tell me you’re a giver now! All cool with your new vital instrument.” You teased him, stroking his hammer that was left on the table.
He tilted his head down, wanting to face you. “C’mon I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m still new to all this so you might have to give me a couple tips.”
You laugh and really gave him a stare down.
His hair was different, definitely trimmed. Must’ve been that gnarly scar he has on the side of his head.
The small smile on your face drops slightly, and you give a quiet ‘tsk’.
“Aw your pretty skins all messed up on this side.” You reach up and caress the scarred side of his face. Paying no mind to the warmth of his ears, or the blush creeping onto his equally pretty face.
“Nah don’t worry about it, I asked Eishia to keep it for me. Gonna remind me to stay grounded and not mess up like that again.”
Follo’s voice was steady but you could hear the underlying message.
It must’ve messed him up bad.
You keep on fidgeting with his face and the surrounding hair, tugging lightly or poking the scarred skin gently.
Follo didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop, not when you were doting on him so sweetly like this. He could only stand still and twiddle his fingers while you had your fill.
He needs to stop blushing so much though.
—
Before you could bruise his skin, due to the amount of ‘touchy feely’ you were doing a familiar voice interrupts you.
“Hey your back! Went ahead and found the man of the hour didn’t you?”
You and Follo looked up towards the source of the voice.
“Gris!”
“Gris?”
You both said simultaneously.
“You were supposed to look after each other! Sure Follo awakened as a giver but look at what it did to his handsome face!” You huffed, pulling Follo’s face down to your eye level, your hands cupping his cheeks.
“Calm down it all ended up working in the end right? And besides doesn’t Follo look hella manly with that scar.” Gris chuckled leaning in the table.
“Cmon you guys… you’re being annoying.” Follo said through gritted teeth, cheeks still being pressed together by your soft and warm hands.
“Hmm”
You squint your eyes and pull Follo’s imprisoned face closer to your own, investigating the familiar yet unfamiliar features of his new face.
A smile grows from your lips and you give his nose a quick peck.
“Yeah y’know what you’re right as always Gris, Follo’s still so cute~”
“Knew you’d say that.”
“Sweetie…let go…please.”
Follo tried to gently pry your fingers off his face, he knows you don’t mind PDA but it’s too much for his mind to comprehend right now, especially after he’s been deprived of your soft lips for so long.
He’d rather not get pent up in the middle of the mess haul, and with Gris literally two steps away from him.
“Why don’t you show her that hammer of yours Follo. It’s some pretty cool stuff you got there.” Gris grinned as he took a sip of the drink in his mug.
“Great idea! Follo show me! C’mon!”
You grab his wrist and the hammer from the table and make your way to your room.
It wasn’t far, it’s the closest to the communal rooms anyways.
—
Closing your door and hearing the faint ‘click’ of the lock, you turn to face Follo.
He’s making himself comfortable on the couch in the corner, playing the hammer on his lap.
You smile and make your way towards him, taking the hammer of his lap and replacing it with yourself. Leaning into his warmth and taking the hat he always wore and placing onto your own head.
“I always knew you’d come around.”
He chuckled, “oh yeah? I was about to start giving up to.”
You puffed your cheeks up at him. “That’s not true and you know it.”
When he doesn’t reply back but only stares at you with that all knowing smile of his you let out a dramatic sigh.
Leaning your head onto his chest, you try to melt into him.
“Really worried me y’know. When Semui told me something happened I freaked out so bad.”
Follo’s right arm wrapped around your curled up frame, while his left occupied itself by stroking your hair.
“You were that worried ‘bout me.” It was bad, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help that his ego swelled slightly from your words.
You nodded.
“You’re just the sweetest thing aren’t you?” He said, smiling softly, his face resting on the top of your head.
“C’mon no more moping around, I’ll show you what I went through hell for.” Follo said, with a dopey grin on his face that made you feel so fuzzy.
This is a feel-good, light smut read. So, grab some snacks and get cozy.
Follo is completely head over heels for your soft, chubby body. He adores you just the way you are.
Follo is/was incredibly clingy.
He adored cuddles, head pats, and every form of physical affection. He craved it and gave it back tenfold. His grip on you when you slept together was so tight; you often wondered how you could breathe! He held you as if he was afraid you'd disappear, and it was the most endearing thing. He was like a puppy, desperately clinging to you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
But.
You discovered something incredibly cute about your boyfriend. It seemed like a habit he'd developed over time, or maybe he'd always been this way and only started showing it now that he was completely comfortable with you.
You noticed that Follo loves body fat, especially the soft spots on your body like your cheeks, arms, thighs, stomach, and... well, you know.
He was shameless about it too. Only in private, of course.
He'd definitely gotten a lot bolder since you two first met and started dating.
Whenever you found yourselves tangled up on his bed or yours, Follo would become extra clingy to your body, especially your midsection. He'd nuzzle and rub his face against your soft stomach, unconsciously showering it with kisses. His nose would brush against your navel, and his soft lips would trail a line that stopped just short of your abdomen. Just when you were on the edge of your seat, holding your breath, thinking he'd go further, he'd trail right back up and cuddle even tighter into your gut, letting out a contented sigh that was simply beautiful.
He did this all the time, especially after a stressful day. It was like his way of recharging, and it was just too cute. Eventually, you got used to it since he was so subtle about it.
Today was no different. He was clearly touch-starved and in need of a recharge, having finally gotten a day off from work, which conveniently coincided with yours. So there you were, lying on your back with your arms around his neck. Your legs were spread open to give him better access, holding him close like he was the most precious thing in the world. He, on the other hand, had his strong arms wrapped around your torso, his face buried in your belly.
You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt sometimes for getting your hopes up. You often forgot how much of a softy your boyfriend was. Absently, you reached out a hand to stroke his messy, jet-black hair, your fingers running along his scalp. This elicited a muffled moan from him, accompanied by a shudder. His shoulders tensed up, and he squeezed his eyes shut like a bashful virgin, pushing his face even deeper into your midsection as if he wanted to merge with you.
"Something wrong, sweetheart?" you asked in your sweet, honeyed voice, fully aware of the effect you were having on him. Follo, from his hiding place, peeked up at you, looking like a small child seeking comfort from their mother. He blinked once, and then the corners of his lips curled into that adorable smile of his. His voice was a bit huskier than usual, dropping to that lower register he reserved just for moments with you in the bedroom. "Yeah, all good, sugarplum." He chuckled, placing a soft yet wet kiss on your navel, causing you to bite your lip.
Out of genuine curiosity, you had to ask, "Do you enjoy teasing me or something? I have plenty of other places you could kiss, but my tummy seems to be your favorite... Why?" Your eyes searched his face, eager to see his reaction to your direct question. But Follo immediately became flustered, turning a deep shade of red that spread all the way to the tips of his ears and the back of his neck. "I... I'm not teasing. I just really, really like your belly. It's super soft, ya know?" He explained, his voice measured as his eyes darted to the side, and he shifted his chin a bit against your stomach. Now he was being all shy and cute.
You felt the urge to tease him, but you held back... for now.
"Tell me more about it~"
You cooed, your hand moving from his hair and gliding down the side of his face. It traced a path behind his neck, feeling the tiny hairs at the base of his hairline. Your touch sent a jolt of electricity through his body, and for some reason, you noticed him shift a little on his stomach, specifically his hips. "Urm....it's just... when I rest my face here..." He began, a hint of hesitation and perhaps embarrassment in his voice, but he carried on, becoming more confident as his eyes gradually met yours. "It feels like pillows... like dough. I could just knead it and cover it with all the love I want, and it'll never get any smaller. It's so comforting... sort of." He flashed an awkward little smile after that, suddenly becoming very aware of what he was doing. You find his reason simply adorable, but then, he starts again, this time his voice dropping to a more hushed, lazy tone, "It's like coming home. Like everything's okay. Your softness... it's better than any pillow I've ever had." His voice grows more confident steadily as he speaks, one of his hands starting to gently caress the curve of your waist.
"And when I kiss it..." He places another light kiss, this one a bit lower than before "I feel like I'm showing you how much I cherish every bit of you. You're so beautiful, every inch of your body... but this part..." He presses his cheek against your stomach again, his eyes half-closed "It's unique."
You catch yourself smiling sweetly at his words. Always the charmer, this baby faced cutie! You just wanna smother and gobble him up...however, you pretend like your face isn't burning brightly from those sweet words of his, shrugging your shoulders, your legs moving to wind around his own shoulders. "But I want kisses in other places too." You whined, intentionally adding a seductive undertone. Follo's face flushed even more as soon as he understood what you meant. He just sat there, his head shooting up like an attentive dog, his golden eyes shining like stars. His throat moved as he swallowed hard, that Adam's apple of his bobbing in an alluring manner, granted, it was a nervous little motion. His voice came out as a low murmur, seeking assurance.
"What... do you mean? Honey?" He tried to laugh it off, but you gave him a knowing look, waiting for his 19-year-old mind to connect the dots. The silence stretched on, and then, as it finally clicked, his expression changed completely. He moved quickly to pull away and make a dash for it, but your reflexes were quicker. You grabbed him and pushed him down, straddling him. But instead of his hips, you planted yourself on his chest, taking control effortlessly. All he could do was gaze up at you with those big, bewildered eyes, like a lost puppy.
His voice went up an octave from the embarrassment. "Me?! But all I've been doing was showing you love." You let out a playful laugh. "Yeah!~ And now you're going to show me even more love. But in a different place this time!" Your smirk was triumphant. Of course, Follo couldn't turn you down. He sucked in a sharp breath, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Moving his hands to grip your hips firmly, he tugged you closer to his face. You could feel his warm breath teasing your most private area, sending delightful shivers down your spine. Your panties grew damp with anticipation.
The sight before you was incredibly sexy. His hooded golden eyes were filled with a mix of excitement, arousal, and a touch of bashfulness. His lips quivered slightly as he looked up at you, as if asking for permission.
Suddenly, he placed a soft, lingering kiss on your inner thigh, his lips grazing the fabric of your panties. "I... I really like you here too," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin. "You're so soft and warm... everywhere." The kiss leaves you shuddering, the electricity shooting straight through your body in the most pleasurable way, your nipples harden as a result and your face a testimony to the effect he has on you.
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This will be a two part(Split into two parts) And will have heavier smut.... I will make a Male version and a female version! It's only fair. {idk how to make non-binary version, but I'll try that too ;-;}
My intention when I wrote this was to simply show love to all chubby people! Honestly, writing as Follo is fun, and I personally main as him, so this is just my way of showing some love through his character. Plus, I head canon he's the type of guy who would LOVE soft skin and body fat on his partner. He'd grope and tease as much as he likes, ofc, if they'd let him.
gachiakuta Follo x reader; Bridgerton au; no specific trope was mentioned so I went with a first meeting trope; loads of fluff and a special mention of lady whistledown; get your tea cups, there is much to read! Moodboard! ♡
The first rule you were taught was not to stare.
The second was not to linger.
Somehow you managed to break both the moment Lord Follo Tonito entered the ballroom.
He did not announce himself—he never needed to. His presence carried a gravity that shifted the room subtly, conversations adjusting around him like water around stone. Tailored dark coat, gloves still on, expression unreadable but eyes sharp enough to cut through silk and smiles.
His past hung around him like a shadow, a cloak one could not remove. The very fact that he was once a commoner who then scrounged his way to nobility through sheer grit and hard work had put himself in the spotlight for probably… well… eternity.
But he did not seek attention. Which is why it found him anyway.
Turning your head slightly, you met his gaze across the room, and he stilled. Just slightly. His eyes widened but a fraction just enough for you to notice… his lips parting for a moment before returning just as to how he was before.
His eyes… they had shone for a moment as he took you in. As if he hadn’t expected to find anything worth noticing tonight.
Your pulse betrayed you.
Later, during the promenade, he appeared beside you as though summoned by thought alone.
“You are unaccompanied,” he said—not as a reprimand, but an observation. His voice was soft, gentle, young but wise in a way only life could make you.
“I enjoy walking alone,” you replied.
A pause. His lips parted and closed before he whispered, “So do I.”
He offered his arm. Not insistently. Not with charm. Simply there, an option.
You took it.
The contact was minimal—gloved hand, proper distance—but it felt charged, like something restrained by rules rather than absence of feeling.
“I do not care for ballrooms,” Follo said as you walked. “They encourage performance over sincerity.”
You glanced at him. “And yet you attend.”
“Because sometimes,” he answered, eyes forward, “there is someone worth observing.”
Your breath hitched before you could stop it.
When the music changed and couples gathered for the next dance, he released your arm—but not immediately. His fingers lingered, pressure subtle but intentional.
“I would like to ask you for the next dance,” he said quietly, “if you would not find it… inconvenient.”
You smiled, heart unsteady. “I would not.”
His nod was decisive. Satisfied. With the subtle dusting of his cheeks with a flush.
The dance was magical. What would be a mere waltz and connection of two individual turned into… so much more.
The unspoken feeling between you both lingered in each step you took, the rhythm of your own heart guiding your steps as it kept with the tempo. Follo's own heart was beating steadily with yours; a thrill rushing through you as you realised you might have the same effect on him as he did on you.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end as the music stopped and he stepped away, you realize something dangerous and exciting all at once:
Lord Follo Tonito was not a man who indulged in fleeting interests.
And when he looked back at you—once, just once—you knew this would not be the last time.
And so it was no surprise when he came calling for you the next day.
Nor was it a surprise…when asked for your hand.
Dearest gentle reader,
One may always tell when the season has taken a dangerous turn — it is the moment a gentleman who does not chase suddenly begins to choose.
Such as last evening, the ever-composed Lord Follo Tonito — that most disciplined of men, forged by ambition and whispered about by birth — did something far more scandalous than command a room.
He hesitated.
Not before the crowd. Not before the curious stares that have followed him since his ascent. No… he faltered before a single pair of eyes. And in that fleeting pause lay something far more perilous than gossip.
Interest.
Lord Tonito is not a man given to trifles. He builds with intention. He moves with purpose. And should he set his sights upon something — or someone — society would be wise to take note. For when such a man asks for a dance… it is rarely only a dance he has in mind.
And as for the lady?
One can only hope she understands that a man who builds his fortune brick by brick does not gamble his heart carelessly.
