Insie

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.

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!! 

“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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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)

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.

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Zayne quietly sat beside you in your room that went through a hurricane from your turmoil. Usually, your best friend would’ve clicked his tongue and scolded you like a mother as he picked up messy clothes from the floor, and piled dirty glasses, water bottles and snack wrappers from late night study sessions.

Now was not the time. You leaned against the wall, perched on your chunky dorm bed, tears blurring your vision while Zayne sat as well.

“She knew about my crush on Caleb since…I don’t know, since high school!” You flung your hands in exhaustion. “She even told me she’d ask for me..” Zayne wasn’t the best at comforting. And He knew, that MC wasn’t a good friend from the start, ever since you became overly close with her.

She seemed sweet, until things didn’t go her way. And Zayne would argue the bratty behaviour came from the over-coddling from none other than her best friend, Caleb, who everyone thought the two were all over each other. Now, after her drunken instagram post from a college party, was a Live Photo of Caleb, pinning his “just a best friend” up against the wall, fiercely kissing her as she fisted her hands in his shirt.

Caleb didn’t even do parties.

MC was much more social than you, which explained the party you weren’t invited to.

It was crazy to think that the afternoon before, MC was raiding her closet for an outfit as you laid on your tummy on her bed, scrolling. “Ugh, seriously [name]! One party isn’t gonna kill you!”

“Do we not remember Nicki who banged up Gideon and now she’s pregnant?” You murmur, remembering when MC had gossiped to you about it.

“Protection’s a thing y’know, wrap it before you tap it!”

She called back before walking towards you with two tank tops.

“Red or black? And anyways, unless you plan on talking to a certain someone…” (she winked) “then just stay with me the whole night! Y’know, make sure I’m alive and come back home.”

You sighed, burying your face into the plush mattress and letting out a loud groan. “Red makes you look hot, and also, you know I’m too shy to go up to him.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She muttered, clearly exasperated at you and at the fact that you wouldn’t come. Or even talk to the guy who you’ve swooned over since freshman year.

But now, the girl who knew everything about you, had stabbed you in the back.

Zayne got up and left the room quietly before coming back with a plastic bag of snacks from the convenience store, setting them down, and making himself comfortable in his spot again, crossing his legs.

“I always found it quite alarming how close they were, for ‘just friends’.” He murmured. He rummaged through the bag, to find your favourite snack, with your favourite flavour, and handed it to you.

You took it with hands shaking and giving him a wobbly smile. “What would I do without you? Who’d remind me of all my stupid mistakes?” He half smiled.

“I wonder. Has she spoken to you yet?” You shook your head, sniffling as you bit down. “I thought she was my friend.” You repeated once again, but before you could continue, Zayne had firmly placed his hand on yours that rested on the bed.

His palms were warm, and his hands looked larger and more veiny in comparison to yours. Surgeon hands, or rather, med student hands. “Just think for a moment. She would always get upset with you whenever you didn’t do what she liked, gave back-handed compliments, and didn’t ever listen whenever you talked.” You fell silent, and he continued.

“Just how many times did she promise to talk to her friend for you, and actually went through with it?” “She would forget.. get busy..” you croaked out.

You both knew of the feeble excuse that was.

“She was one of your best friends, correct? Aren’t I one as well?” And his hand moved from yours, to touch your jawline, wiping away running tears as he leaned in. “I can count every single food you don’t like. Every single thing you’ve ever said to me, since children.” He whispered.

“Because I care.. I’ve always cared. Silently, and here for you.”

“Zayne..” you whispered shakily.

“I’ll never be Caleb.”

“I know that.”

And with that, he leaned in brushing your lips with a soft kiss, that turned rougher and rougher from the second. From the man, who had always yearned for you. And from you, who had nothing else to lose, but him and yourself lost in this love. It was always him. And it always would be.

you and Megumi Fushiguro were still panting, sprawled on his messy bed sheets, and tears from overstimulation drying.

The both of you turned to look at each other at the same time, before lightly chuckling at each other.

Well, Megumi more of a soft exhale and a half soft smile, half smirk. His face post-sex was pretty, there was no other word to describe it. Messy hair clung onto his sweaty forehead but also sprung out of his head in different places. His eyes were a little glossy but emerald, and his lips and cheeks were bright pink, and puffy.

But he thought you were an angel.

The awkward and flushed smile on your face with skin clear and glowing as you sub-consciously cover your breasts with your arms. He reached out and brushed his knuckles on your face as you slightly flinched but leaned into it. “That was.. a lot..” “yeah..” you murmured. And he then pulled you into his bare chest.

You landed on him with a small (thump!) and wrapped your arms around his neck, head resting on his pec like a pillow. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, casually yet a hint of worry, and you smiled at that, cradling his face. “Nope, and I didn’t regret a thing.” You booped his nose. “So… you’d be down for trying it again?” He asked, face flushing at how much he liked that experience.

But you kissed him, more soft and gentle than the rough desperate kisses moments before.

“If it’s with you, gumi. Only you..”

you fiddle with his fingers before breaking into a grin. “Those moans and whimpers are somethin’ I wanna hear again.” And you imitate him, exaggerating your voice and making pornographic worthy groans as his brows furrow and cheeks blush bright red before he lightly swats you on the shoulder. “Shut up.” He mutters, but strokes your hair when you bury yourself into his chest again, feeling drowsy. “hey, don’t fall asleep on me now, we still gotta clean up.”

You hum, nuzzling your head on his pec. He sighs, lovingly of course before chuckling at your antics. Weren’t you just mocking him two seconds ago? But nevertheless he stands up, gently untangling himself from your own sweaty and sticky body. “I think I made a mess.” You mumble, flushing at the white bedsheets now stained with blood from the new experience.

You knew he wouldn’t be mad over things like that, he’s your boyfriend. But it wasn’t any more reassuring. “It’s alright, I’m running a bath and we’ll change the sheets later. Moments later after hearing his bare feet padding in the bathroom, his shiver from the cold tiles and then the warm hiss of the bath, he comes back to carry your limp body, pressing kisses and cooes before placing you into the bathtub, him following suite behind you.

You lean into his broad chest, letting your body soak the water and bubbles around you. “Lean forward a little babe.” You lean, and feel his veiny hands lathered in soap massage your scalp and hair, washing it with unrushed and gentle precision.

You sigh at the pressure, feeling even more sleepier than the minute. “I wouldn’t fall asleep in the bathtub if I was you.” You huff, keeping yourself awake before facing him, and rising a little to wash his hair.

“You don’t-“

“I want to.”

And he obliges, whatever his girl wants, his girl gets. You liked taking care of your Megumi. Scrubbing him in soap, massaging his tense muscles and sneaking kisses in between. It felt almost more intimate than sex. In a way. The both of you rinsed off and Megumi arose from the tub, water droplets dripping before finding his towel, lazily wrapping it around himself and heading back to change the bed sheets. Afterwards, with now only sweatpants on, towel discarded some where, he went back with a towel spread open and wrapped you into a towel.

“Here, you can use these.” And he tossed the oversized T-shirt and his basketball shorts on top of your head. “Thanks.” When you stepped out of his dorm bathroom, hiding a little of your body in the doorway, you noticed how he sat on the side of the bed, head hanging low as his elbows rested on his bent knees.

There was a lot of hickeys on his Biceps, collarbone, neck…

“you counting my hickeys?”

“There’s a lot..”

“well, don’t just stand there, come and do something about it.” He said gruffly, yet his voice was laced with softness, only something you could catch. Taking small steps to him before settling in his lap. His calloused hands immediately found their rightful place towards your waist, his thumb rubbing and pressing into your skin. He laid back, you following in his embrace as he cradled you, on his chest, rubbing your spine up and down, the both of you not realizing how he was controlling your inhales and exhales as his hand moved.

He draped his quilt over the two of you, waiting until your body went limp into his arms before admiring you. So vulnerable in his embrace, like an angel. His angel. His free hand that was resting behind his head found its way to your smaller hand and squeezed it, like a reminder that you were there, you were here, you were with him, in his love, his space, his life.