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“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You softly murmur to one of your son’s nurses beside you as she bowed. “He has your eyes, your highness.” She replied, her face wrinkling as she smiled in awe of how beautiful the king’s wife is. Because of your busy schedule as Ryomen Sukuna’s queen, it wasn’t often you even got time somewhat alone with your month old child, Yuji.
But when you did, your heart swelled just by looking at him. He was curled into your chest, lashes slowly blinking as his eyes got drowsy. Yuji cooed at your touch when you brought your hand to his chubby cheek.
As you watched your baby drift off into sleep, you kept holding him, softly rocking him as you paced around the vast nursery. Your husband had grumbled that the room was too childish for his son, yet had no room to say anything to how unpredictable your hormones were when you were pregnant and glowing.
You hummed a soft lullaby, and brushed Yuji’s pink hair that spiked everywhere, like his father. You heard the door slightly open. “Your majesty, the Lord requests your presence in his chambers immediately.” Urarume informs, bowing their head to you.
“I am with my child, he may wait.” You reply, unfazed how while everyone fears him, he fears you. “I do not want to argue, but he’s awaiting you. He requests you to spend the night in his wing.” “Urarume, do not worry.” You smiled at them and tended to your sleeping child. It was no doubt that the whole palace was aware you were in love with your baby. Who wouldn’t?
He was a happy boy, with his gummy smile and tiny hands always finding your hair. Not long after Urarume left the door slightly open, you could hear your large husband stalking towards the wing, his footsteps heavy.
Though maids and servants cowered in fear, scurrying out of sight when they heard him, you kept your gaze onto Yuji.
“Wife.” His voice boomed.
You turned to him and put a finger to your lips. “Shh, your son is sleeping.” Clearly, not giving him the attention he secretly desired. “Tch, a mere and Defenceless child is hogging all your attention. Did I not request you to return to my chambers?”
“He isn’t just any child, ‘kuna. He’s ours.”
You smiled softly at your husband’s jealousy with your back turned to him as you placed down the swaddled baby into his crib, before feeling his warm cheek again.
Sukuna sighed before walking towards you and placing his arms around your waist, and leaning into your hair to take in your scent. “Come, brat . Your king demands your presence.” He ordered, trying to stay assertive, but his voice just naturally softened around you, not that it was difficult to.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” You murmured. Sukuna paused. “He shall be my heir, to carry my legacy.” You paused before facing him with a satisfied expression and grabbed his hand. “Let’s head to your chambers, my lord.”
He wasted no time, once the large marble doors were shut, to hoist you up as he carried you towards his lavish bed and slightly untying your night gown from the back. He always complained that your maids did it far too tightly.
He crawled in beside you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You sighed into his warm touch, and leaned towards his broad chest. “Took you long enough, why wouldn’t you just say you wanted to rest, foolish brat?” Sukuna grumbled. “I was coming soon, kuna. You mustn’t be so restless. I will come at my leisure but I will always come.” You softly reassured him, one of your hands scratching his head.
His grip tightened on your shoulders. “I want you always with me. You married me, not my spawn.” He mumbled in your neck. You slightly smacked his head. “Don’t call your child your spawn. Will he not carry your legacy?” You asked, repeating his words. He stayed quiet for a few moments before finally speaking.
“He will. And I hope he’s a better king than his father.” You brought your husband’s face to look at you before giving it a soft kiss.
uhh I didn’t really care abt sukuna in this fic, but I still love my big baby. MY BABY YUJI AWWW I LOVE HIM
Recipe: You have sexual trauma, but you’re in a better relationship. He’s really been the best.. so do you have to give him what he wants?
Hurt/comfort, 1.7k, Satoru Gojo x gn!reader (wrote this with afab! In mind)
This was supposed to be a big step forward.
To get you out of your comfort zone. After all, you and Satoru Gojo had been dating for six months now, and you still haven’t even had sex. Not like he was forcing it upon you, good heavens, absolutely not. He’d been incredibly patient and was content enough as is. But you felt bad for him. Poor guy had probably been waiting for a day like this to come. This was an actual serious relationship, but you didn’t know what to feel of it.
Satoru would never hurt you, unlike what happened in the past, and you knew he’d be gentle with his movements and his words, because that’s the way he was. Sure, a melodramatic idiot, but a melodramatic idiot in love. Key difference, obviously.
He was the way out of that dark past you decided you wanted to leave behind, and as you got to know him, he slowly gained your trust, something that didn’t come often anymore, and that is probably his biggest achievement and prize he’s gotten.
Truth is, the second the laidback second year, who was putting Geto into a headlock saw you walk through the entrance, he literally dropped his friend to the ground, completely forgetting about him, and stood up straight before striding gracefully towards you. Giving a cheesy pick up line that made you shyly giggle before leaving his two friends to whatever the hell those “immature unambitious students” in the dust.
He had a crush on you since you stepped foot, and now fast forward a year later when he finally had the balls (and enough trust) to ask you out, the best six months had gone by. Arcade dates, or staying at home, sleeping over and cuddling, and fighting alongside each other. (Usually him with his mouth wide open and saliva drooling out as he sees how insanely hot you looked while fighting).
Though he’d be lying if sometimes just by looking at you too long or stealing a kiss from you, his boner would be somewhat obvious, and his way of hiding was even more obvious.
But now, a movie date at home, in his bedroom turned into snuggling with each other and into a passionate kiss. You could handle that. It felt good that he was cradling the back of your head like that so possessively and lovingly. The movie was long forgotten, just being muffled audio in the background of your moment.
But then, you could feel his hand trail down a little from your shoulder, to the side of your hips and then thighs. You shivered a little, and he probably noticed, as he smirked in the kiss. A tiny bit of panic rose, but you tried reasoning with your body. If it was going to happen, it will happen.
It was time to stop delaying it and give him what he truly wanted, so you stayed, a little uncomfortable. Satoru noticed the stiffness, and he broke off the kiss, with a string of saliva attaching the two of you together, and to look at you.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, and you gulped, and forced a nod. More panic was rising by the second, like the sweat of nervousness. You weren’t ready, at all, but it was happening.
Your boyfriend wasn’t convinced at first, but when you hesitantly pulled him back into a kiss, he deemed it was alright, and his fingers started fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. Unfurling them open.
This was actually happening.
You were going to do it, of course you were.
Who else to do it with than the man you trusted?
And suddenly, your shirt was off, and so was your bra as it slipped off, leaving you bare and the cool air greeting you. His touch from his slender fingers, it was nerve wracking. How soft yet firm they were, like he was touching for all the time he’d waited. But it felt overwhelming, over stimulating, and you were slowly pushing your comfort zone by the minute.
And when he moved to your shorts to unbutton them, him clearly excited and hungry, it all came too much. It was happening too quickly, everything wasn’t feeling good like it’s supposed to.
And on an impulse, you immediately yelped. “No!”, and shoved him off, not too hard but hard enough for him to be startled and back off before you dashed into the bathroom, and locked it, taking your phone with you, nothing covering your chest and shorts unbuttoned, threatening to fall down.
Once the door click locked, you slid down from the door, into a curled ball, knees pressed to your chest and you started sobbing, uncontrollably. For what happened in the past.For how everything was going fine. For how you were supposed to feel safe with Satoru Gojo but you didn’t.
For leaving him blue balled just liked that.
Did you ruin the relationship? Had he been waiting all this time and now you pulled away, and you ruined the moment?
Meanwhile Satoru thought the opposite. Once you shoved him away, he leaned back further than you had pushed him. And watched you run to his bathroom. His eyes widened and he ran a clammy hand down his sweaty hair. Oh no, was he going too fast? Did he just scare you off? What kind of boyfriend did not realize his partner wasn’t comfortable? His poor baby was now hidden.
He immediately sprung up into action, gently rapping on the door. “Sweets? Something wrong?” He softly called out, a lilt of worry in his voice. He knocked again. “Babe?” And you started loudly weeping uncontrollably, and Satoru’s instincts kicked in, as he opened the locked door with ease, and exhaled when he saw you in a ball.
He crawled over to you and stopped in front of you, unsure whether to reach out to you.
“You lied.” He finally whispers, soft but firm as he’s squatted beside you. “You told me you wanted to continue.But that was my fault huh? I should’ve known.”
You sniffle, without a nod or a head shake. “Sweetheart, if you were feeling overwhelmed you should’ve told me.” He reminded you. You knew he wanted you to tell him everything you’re feeling, whether you're sad because of a mix up order, or upset about something like this.
I- just.. I didn’t wanna disappoint you.” You choke out, hiccuping, and Gojo’s ethereal blue eyes widen, to the point you were trying to not laugh. “You think you’re disappointing me..? By not having sex?” He muses. And you slowly nod, and he bursts out laughing for a good two minutes.
“Baby, do you honestly think I’m that shallow? Does this love some deal?” He wipes away a tear from your eye and his hand hovers over your cheek, silently asking for permission until you lean in, nuzzling and feeling the safe warmth of his hand reserved for you.
“Listen, it’s okay to say no, you know that.” He whispers. “But what if I leave you just like that after saying no?” You reply. “Then I guess I’m a blueballed idiot in love.” He shrugs. “I love everything about you. Your face, your personality, and how different you are with me than the rest of everyone.” He leans in with his forehead touching yours. “Sex or no sex, my love still grows strong, m’kay?” You nod.“You wanna try again? Or..” “could we just cuddle?” “You’re the boss.” He grins, saluting you and swooping you up into his big strong arms as he looked for an oversized shirt for you to wear.
I have a migraine rn but do you think it could be possible that Caleb dreams about fragment of memories about his mom? And a certain nightmare of watching his mama being taken away from him as he’s dragged away to Ever.
Idk, i just had a thought that he’s sleeping next to you, and you wake up when you hear his ragged breathing. He’s murmuring something like.. “mama.. mom..” and almost yells in his sleep before shooting out of bed and quietly crying as you rub his back, unsure what to do.
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I have a migraine rn but do you think it could be possible that Caleb dreams about fragment of memories about his mom? And a certain nightmare of watching his mama being taken away from him as he’s dragged away to Ever.
Idk, i just had a thought that he’s sleeping next to you, and you wake up when you hear his ragged breathing. He’s murmuring something like.. “mama.. mom..” and almost yells in his sleep before shooting out of bed and quietly crying as you rub his back, unsure what to do.
“So you hate me.” Xavier huffed, his chest slightly puffing your as his arms were crossed. “Babe, I was just telling Charlie where the post office was.”
You sighed, trying not to laugh at how absurd your usually calm boyfriend can get when he’s jealous. “He should know by now, or use Google Maps, or not pester my girlfriend.” He looked out the window, staring at the unsuspecting neighbour that was still lost despite your directions.
“Xavier, we have to be nice to our neighbours, right?” You cooed, almost mockingly like he was a child. “I’ll be nice, just not to him.” He mutters.
“Y’know when we’re nice, he gives us free bread, isn’t that good?”
“You want free bread? Fine, I’ll make it-“
“NO. I mean.. no that’s not what I meant.” But you could tell Xavier’s expression was fading, and he was tuning out like he always did when he felt upset. And your heart ached. “Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you with your cooking skills.” “It’s not that.” He whispered, so silent that you almost missed it.
He reached out for your hand, squeezing it. “I just wonder if you think him or lumiere or anyone is better. Or if you’d be nice to me if I wasn’t..me.” You cradled his face, and wiped away a stray tear from his eyes.
“Does it really bother you that much?” You asked softly.
“I really try, star. But you’re the sweetest ever, a literal angel, and I’m here. Just a hunter.”
“Xavier.. I don’t want a man who just makes bread like Charlie, or a man who hides his identity like Lumiere..” you pecked a kiss on his lips.
“I want Xavier who sucks at cooking, the best at cuddling and who is the calm when everything is hell.” He sniffled.
“I want my Xavier who plays video games with me, and who pretends I don’t steal his hoodies. And who treats me like I’m fragile.” His azure eyes glimmered as they slowly looked into yours. “Promise?”
“Forever.”
I dont really write for Xavier but ugh he’s so cute I love him. But this is also a little announcement that my writing for LADS will decrease. I will continue to write for Caleb the most though. But I find myself more focused on JJK now. Who knows, this blog might me jjk centric or not. Buh bye!!
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“So you hate me.” Xavier huffed, his chest slightly puffing your as his arms were crossed. “Babe, I was just telling Charlie where the post office was.”
You sighed, trying not to laugh at how absurd your usually calm boyfriend can get when he’s jealous. “He should know by now, or use Google Maps, or not pester my girlfriend.” He looked out the window, staring at the unsuspecting neighbour that was still lost despite your directions.
“Xavier, we have to be nice to our neighbours, right?” You cooed, almost mockingly like he was a child. “I’ll be nice, just not to him.” He mutters.
“Y’know when we’re nice, he gives us free bread, isn’t that good?”
“You want free bread? Fine, I’ll make it-“
“NO. I mean.. no that’s not what I meant.” But you could tell Xavier’s expression was fading, and he was tuning out like he always did when he felt upset. And your heart ached. “Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you with your cooking skills.” “It’s not that.” He whispered, so silent that you almost missed it.
He reached out for your hand, squeezing it. “I just wonder if you think him or lumiere or anyone is better. Or if you’d be nice to me if I wasn’t..me.” You cradled his face, and wiped away a stray tear from his eyes.
“Does it really bother you that much?” You asked softly.
“I really try, star. But you’re the sweetest ever, a literal angel, and I’m here. Just a hunter.”
“Xavier.. I don’t want a man who just makes bread like Charlie, or a man who hides his identity like Lumiere..” you pecked a kiss on his lips.
“I want Xavier who sucks at cooking, the best at cuddling and who is the calm when everything is hell.” He sniffled.
“I want my Xavier who plays video games with me, and who pretends I don’t steal his hoodies. And who treats me like I’m fragile.” His azure eyes glimmered as they slowly looked into yours. “Promise?”
“Forever.”
I dont really write for Xavier but ugh he’s so cute I love him. But this is also a little announcement that my writing for LADS will decrease. I will continue to write for Caleb the most though. But I find myself more focused on JJK now. Who knows, this blog might me jjk centric or not. Buh bye!!
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anon I’m going to actually cry. I HAD A WHOLE THEORY WHY HEESEUNG WAS COMING BACK. IT WAS SO ALIGNED. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO COME BACK JULY NINE AND IT WAS ALL JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A CONCEPT. I’m really starting to lose hope here.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You softly murmur to one of your son’s nurses beside you as she bowed. “He has your eyes, your highness.” She replied, her face wrinkling as she smiled in awe of how beautiful the king’s wife is. Because of your busy schedule as Ryomen Sukuna’s queen, it wasn’t often you even got time somewhat alone with your month old child, Yuji.
But when you did, your heart swelled just by looking at him. He was curled into your chest, lashes slowly blinking as his eyes got drowsy. Yuji cooed at your touch when you brought your hand to his chubby cheek.
As you watched your baby drift off into sleep, you kept holding him, softly rocking him as you paced around the vast nursery. Your husband had grumbled that the room was too childish for his son, yet had no room to say anything to how unpredictable your hormones were when you were pregnant and glowing.
You hummed a soft lullaby, and brushed Yuji’s pink hair that spiked everywhere, like his father. You heard the door slightly open. “Your majesty, the Lord requests your presence in his chambers immediately.” Urarume informs, bowing their head to you.
“I am with my child, he may wait.” You reply, unfazed how while everyone fears him, he fears you. “I do not want to argue, but he’s awaiting you. He requests you to spend the night in his wing.” “Urarume, do not worry.” You smiled at them and tended to your sleeping child. It was no doubt that the whole palace was aware you were in love with your baby. Who wouldn’t?
He was a happy boy, with his gummy smile and tiny hands always finding your hair. Not long after Urarume left the door slightly open, you could hear your large husband stalking towards the wing, his footsteps heavy.
Though maids and servants cowered in fear, scurrying out of sight when they heard him, you kept your gaze onto Yuji.
“Wife.” His voice boomed.
You turned to him and put a finger to your lips. “Shh, your son is sleeping.” Clearly, not giving him the attention he secretly desired. “Tch, a mere and Defenceless child is hogging all your attention. Did I not request you to return to my chambers?”
“He isn’t just any child, ‘kuna. He’s ours.”
You smiled softly at your husband’s jealousy with your back turned to him as you placed down the swaddled baby into his crib, before feeling his warm cheek again.
Sukuna sighed before walking towards you and placing his arms around your waist, and leaning into your hair to take in your scent. “Come, brat . Your king demands your presence.” He ordered, trying to stay assertive, but his voice just naturally softened around you, not that it was difficult to.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” You murmured. Sukuna paused. “He shall be my heir, to carry my legacy.” You paused before facing him with a satisfied expression and grabbed his hand. “Let’s head to your chambers, my lord.”
He wasted no time, once the large marble doors were shut, to hoist you up as he carried you towards his lavish bed and slightly untying your night gown from the back. He always complained that your maids did it far too tightly.
He crawled in beside you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You sighed into his warm touch, and leaned towards his broad chest. “Took you long enough, why wouldn’t you just say you wanted to rest, foolish brat?” Sukuna grumbled. “I was coming soon, kuna. You mustn’t be so restless. I will come at my leisure but I will always come.” You softly reassured him, one of your hands scratching his head.
His grip tightened on your shoulders. “I want you always with me. You married me, not my spawn.” He mumbled in your neck. You slightly smacked his head. “Don’t call your child your spawn. Will he not carry your legacy?” You asked, repeating his words. He stayed quiet for a few moments before finally speaking.
“He will. And I hope he’s a better king than his father.” You brought your husband’s face to look at you before giving it a soft kiss.
uhh I didn’t really care abt sukuna in this fic, but I still love my big baby. MY BABY YUJI AWWW I LOVE HIM
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because I have nothing better to do, these are my headcanons for Valko to spite Infold.
Absolutely adores the height difference between you two, perching his chin on top of your head, randomly picking you up and teasing you about your height.
At first calls you somewhat condescending names like “doll” or “your highness” just to annoy you (bonus points if you act like a brat) but then it turns into a term of endearment, frequently calling you doll or your highness because aren’t you just one?
Will randomly start pretending to box you, in a ready stance and throwing fake punches at you while you do your own thing. You’ve just learnt to ignore it.
Play fights with you. Constantly pins you down when tackling you to the bed, pretending to struggle when you both know he could easily win this, but instead, he tickles you to win.
Is the type to make new year jokes like ‘I haven’t showered since last year,’ and he cracks up at his own jokes.
Insanely clingy. From the moment yu open your eyes in the morning, he’s already right on top of you. Prying him off is almost impossible because he’s like a magnet. (Get it? Cuz his evol is metallization? Ok I’ll shut up now.) he does NOT let you go. And he has no sense of personal space. Not that you’re complaining.
Feigns obliviousness way too much to make you mad. And when you are mad, although you are insanely hot, he’s quickly shushing you with gifts and kisses.
“Aw come on, cuddle me? I don’t bite.”
Calls you “m’lady” (holy cat noir). He’s also instead of taking the elevator or stairs like a normal person to your apartment, has resorted to climbing up your balcony and knocking annoyingly on the glass door until you open it. “Thank you, sweets.”
Loves salty snacks. Caleb likes sour, Xavier likes spicy, Zayne likes sweets, Rafayel is a cannibal and Sylus eats everything. So it fits perfectly!
Has gotten noise complaints from your neighbours downstairs because whenever he’s happy, his tail thumps on the ground (upstairs neighbour activities).
Gets insane cuteness aggression from you. You could have the nastiest rbf ever and he wants to squish your cheeks.
Occasionally insecure about himself, but has started working on it as you compliment him every day, cradling his face and brushing his hair.
His favourite thing to do when he gets home is lie his head on your lap, hoping for head scratches, and nuzzles your thighs when he gets them. (My behbeh I love you)
Jock!Yuji who everybody knows that he’s very happily taken. By you, of course. Girls don’t even try to ask him out anymore because they know he’ll give them a small smile and literally start talking about buying you a new plushie. “Do you think my girlfriend likes this pink or this one? I think it’s this one because she uses this shade a lot but she also said she wanted different shades for her room..”
Jock!Yuji who will barge into your dorm room and throw himself onto your soft bed filled with plushies, a billion pink cushions and the fuzziest blanket ever. He’ll be sweaty after practice and flop onto your neatly made bed, laughing mischievously if you tell him off for making the bed messy.
Jock!Yuji who’s the loud to your shyness. He knows your every single orders off the top of your head but encourages you to try and order yourself, though pressing a kiss to your temple when you squeeze his hand as a silent ask for him to do it. If it’s the wrong order? He’s not scared to speak up. Someone’s being a little too close? He’s wrapping an arm on your waist.
Jock!Yuji who makes everything a big deal when you come to his football games. “DID YOU SEE THAT, BABY?” as you shyly nod, embarrassed with all the looks on you. Or when he wins the final point, instead of huddling his team, he runs towards you and kisses you right in front of everyone. “Yuji! Everyone’s watching!” You hiss, and he pecks your nose again. “Good.”
Jock!Yuji who will talk for hours as he sits beside you. Yet the second you look like you want to say something, he’s shutting up and listening intently, grasping every single word you’re saying (though sometimes it doesn’t work because he’s thinking how gentle your voice sounds.)
Jock!Yuji who WILL match pink pajamas with you, and be your Guinea pig for makeup and skincare. Because it is all worth it for seeing you giggle while touching his face gently with cucumbers (that he eats to annoy you) and having glowing skin.
Jock!Yuji who is the taste tester for all your treats you bake. The second you text him ‘I’ve made cookies!’ He’s SPRINTING. One time you gave the first cookie to your friend, and he sulked for hours. You had to kiss him with apologies, and shove the rest of the cookies in his mouth.
Jock!Yuji who goes to you when everything is too loud. You’re his safe quiet space. He’ll come to your dorm room late at night, and nuzzle his face in your lap as you stroke his pink locks, lulling him to sleep.Jock!Yuji who you CANNOT pry him off of. Especially cuddling. He’ll be sprawled out on top of you when you wake up. You’ll slightly smack his back and try and push him off, but he’s crazy heavy. And when you finally find some space, he’s like a magnet and right on top of you five minutes later.
Jock!Yuji who has adapted to your music, aesthetic, your everything. Happily. He will wear hand made bracelets that look out of place on his large wrist to class. “Dude, what even is that?” “A bracelet.” “It has unicorn charms on it.”
Jock!Yujiwho is slightly less hopeless in studies now that he has his awesome sauce tutor. Only problem is that he gets way too distracted with you.
Jock!Yujiwho hates seeing you cry. And he hated himself even more when you were sobbing about how you thought you weren’t for him. He hugged you hard that night, as your body shook, suppressing tears of his own. Because if anything, it’s him that doesn’t deserve you.
Jock!Yuji who loves you more than anything and always will.
Roommate hunting! Valko x reader Valko is a flirt, calls you ‘princess, m’lady and sweetheart’ reader can’t keep her cool, fluff, mentions of furries, not HATIN on furries somewhat suggestive (he’s just flirting with you and your dirty mind takes it to a different direction.)
These roommate interviews had been going horribly.
Since your cheating ex moved out, half of his share of bills were dumped onto you, causing your money being extremely tight. Tara, your friend had suggested putting up a roommate ad, and it had worked… somewhat.
“I don’t know Tara! They seem fine while texting me, and then when they arrive in person, it’s absolute hell!” You hissed on the phone.
Your naive hope in finding a roommate who not only pays half the bills, but also isn’t messy, annoying, or just plain weird had been shrinking by the potential person. Now, this must’ve been your sixth person you were meeting up in the same cafe as the first one (you were running out of different cafes)
“come on, they can’t all be weird! Maybe this one might be okay.” You sighed, playing with the straw of your iced coffee. “I don’t know.. maybe he’s insufferable or ugly and catfishing me..-“ “I mean, I think I’m not that bad to look at, and I’m pretty cool.”
A smooth voice cut through your next complaint.
You looked up and almost choked on your spit.
Holy Shit.
His velvet auburned hair and marigold eyes with an amused grin on his face, showing off his fangs. He was wearing a compressed black shirt and low grey cargo sweatpants, showing his clearly defined body. He ran his hand through his messed up hair.
“What? Is it the ears?” “You’re not a-“ “I’m not a furry sweetheart. It’s real.” “Damn, he sounds hot.” Tara muffled through your phone. “Shut up, I’ll call you back.”
And you slammed your phone face down on the table. He slid into the booth seat across from you and extended his hand out. “How did you get in..?” You asked, still dazed from how attractive he was.
His instagram profile picture was blank, not giving you much to work with, so you were going in blind. And it seemed like the roommate Gods and hot men Gods had a baby or something.
He raised an eyebrow and his eyes darted to the very large…window? Rather than the wooden doors with a customer coming in right this second. “Oh, you guys don’t do that here?”
“I don’t think we do it anywhere?”
He shrugged, his hand still stretched out. “Oh. Well, doors are an inconvenience anyways.” He shrugged.
You took his hand, it was rough yet felt soft and he held a firm shake. “Name’s Valko, pleasure to meet you m’lady.” He winked.
Ah, so he was a flirt. Great.
Yet you felt pink powder all over your cheeks and painting your ears red. You cleared your throat. “Right, Valko. We talked on instagram. Because you have instagram.. yeah.” “Are you..okay? Do you wanna reschedule later-“
“NO! I’m alright! Sorry, just had too much coffee I guess.. anyways! Why do you wanna work-LIVE in my apartment with me?”
“Ohh, I didn’t realize this was an interview.” He smirked before clearing his throat and contorting his face into a serious expression, leaning in. “I wanna change lives…” “lives?” “Mainly your life.” And he chuckled, tossing his head back.
“Oh shit, your expression was hilarious. I’m sorry.” You laughed along with him. Not only is he hot, but outgoing and funny. “But yeah, I can’t really deal with my family nagging me, and you seemed pretty chill.. and pretty cute.” He winked again.
Good lord, he’s testing you.
“Yeah? Well, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You teased back, internally cringing. He was slightly flustered before smiling back at you. “Anyways, I’m pretty good at cleaning and chores, semi-decent at cooking and I can pay some of the rent and bills.”
You snapped back towards the actual reason for this meeting. “You won’t climb through the window or anything?” You raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see. Maybe if it’s way too late at night. Or I lose my keys.” You giggled like an immature teenager.
“My walls aren’t really thin, but they aren’t thick. I’m hoping you won’t be loud?”
“I’ll be mindful, sweetheart.”
You coughed, grabbing some papers. “You’ve already seen my ad, but your bedroom would be the guest room and the bathroom is across the room; not attached, sorry.”
“Yeah that’s fine, do I need to sign anything?” You straightened the paper, lightly tapping them on the table before sliding it to him.
“Yeah, over here, here-“ “woah princess, slow down, y’gotta guide me through it, y’know?”
Your face blossomed in red. Did he know what he was saying?! He did.. that smirk of it gives it all.
When he signed all of the paperwork, he got up and grinned at you one more time.
“Alright, I look forward to a fun time, m’lady.” He bowed dramatically, meeting your flustered gaze before getting back up and waving away. Walking, this time to the door.
It sure will be a fun time.
SHOULD I MAKE A PT.2??.
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“chubby?” Hurt/comfort, allusions of unhealthy eating habits, weight gain, body image, fluff, Toji being the sweetest
“Am I getting chubby?” You frowned, squishing excess fat on your stomach.
You had noticed that your clothes were getting a little tighter, and you pretended to ignore it, brushing it off as bloating. “Eh?” Toji sleepily mumbled, hair tousled as he sat up. You turned towards him from the mirror. “I feel like I’ve gained weight but I’ve been eating my usual diet.”
Toji rose up from the bed, his pajama pants slightly rolled as he padded his way to you. You felt your husband’s chest press into your back, and his chin perched on your head while his arms wrapped around your hips and lazily held there as the both of you faced the full length mirror. “I don’t see the problem, woman.”
He nuzzled your hair, making it frizzy and knowing you’d whine about it later. You point towards the plush sticking out. “This! This is the problem.” You complained.
he brought his large hands to your stomach, and felt how warm and soft you were while he poked and squished at it. “It’s soft.” He remarked, but you didn’t seem to catch on his awe in how beautiful your body looked. “But I don’t want it soft, makes me feel fat and heavy.” You whispered, still staring at how your body looked.
Toji pecked your cheek and moved his way to stand in front of you, blocking the cruel mirror. “None of that shit, babe.” He muttered. And he immediately hoisted you up with his beefy arms without any hesitation or effort. You squealed, holding onto his shoulders as you towered over him, and your legs wrapping around his torso.
He smugly grinned up at you. “You call this heavy? Y’ain’t seen how heavy I can lift up, this is nothin’.” He gently placed you down, yet you still were biting your lip, quiet as you took in how your stomach looked.
Toji frowned. “Doll, Y’know how I’ll always love you whatever you look like, yeah?” You gave a tiny nod. But it seemed like you were conscious for the next weeks following, and Toji noticed how you stared in the mirror for longer periods of time, running more and huffing with no results.
How you stared at cereal boxes and the calories, or skipping meals all together when you thought he wasn’t looking.
It hurt him to see how you couldn’t see what a piece of Art you were to him. He secretly liked the new weight you put on. In fact, he’d nuzzle and poke at your tummy for hours if he could, staring at it, and how it made you glow.
He liked how there was an edge of softness to your image now. It made you look so sweet and rosy. Toji was determined to make you see that.
The next morning, as you were trying to get out a box of cereal, you turned it over to see the back. To see the numbers that haunted you.
But it was all sharpied in black.
You couldn’t even make out any of the numbers or words. Your heartstrings tugged at that. You know you didn’t do that. And every single label if it had nutrition facts, was sharpied out. Unable to overthink.
Or another way Toji was showing you his appreciation was when you greeted him home, he bear hugged you, rubbing your sides and rocking you slightly. He would stay that way with you for moments longer before pulling away, only to be back not a few minutes later.
And the last thing he did?
“Baby, have you seen the weight scale lately?” You called out from the bathroom searching for it in the cabinets and low shelves.
Toji walked up towards you, hands in his pockets. “Ji’? Have you seen our weighing scale? I kept it in the box around here and I can’t-“
“I threw that shit out.”
You paused. “Wait what?”
Toji ran a hand through his hair. “Doll, you ain’t determined by some numbers on a scale. You shouldn’t compare yourself like that. I couldn’t handle how upset you’d look when you saw a healthy weight. Or how you’d stare at a box and eat the air instead of eating real food.”
You stayed quiet, tears pricking in your eyes.
Toji placed his hands over your hips before kneeling down, and kissing your stomach, around your naval and nuzzling against the plush. “Listen ma’. You may have an idiot for a husband, but this idiot thinks you’re always beautiful. I love your stomach, I love your weight, I love everything ‘boutcha.”
He squeezed your thighs. “I know you won’t change your mind overnight. But I’ll be here to remind ya’ for the rest of our lives.”
your weight is beautiful. Don’t ever think you are determined by what some scale says.
