JJK Reverse Harem x chubby/fat reader
No. of words - (6,510)
Characters : Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna
You can choose the reader to be 21+,25+, 30+ (really, it’s your choice)
Other characters are 25+
(Well, Sukuna and Choso are more than 1000+ and 150+ years old obviously)
Read the warnings before you click ‘read more’
CW : chubby/fat AFAB reader, they/them pronouns,fluff and not sfw, horny thoughts(wet dreams and fantasies), hurt/comfort, the harem being lil perverts, ooc Sukuna, occasionally(well…ykwim), mentions of feeding (not fetish or a kink, just affectionate gesture), oblivious! Reader, physical violence (not towards the reader), implied male masturbation, genitalia mention, the harem is fucking whipped for chubby reader, occasional bouts of public fatphobia, slight internalized fatphobia (if you squint), reader wears dresses/pants/skirts/thigh-highs etc, reader gets drunk, accidental striptease from reader, not beta read because why the fuck not, kinda rushed towards the end, AU because I said so and I wanna see them smile and be happy :”)
OK, as expected let’s just get into how all of these mfs became whipped for a chubby cutie like you
Disclaimer : all of them crave for your attention
Yeah, some people hide it better.
What am I talking about??? Some??
You know who’s hiding it better, the one who claims he doesn’t play favourites but yet always takes you to bookstores, restaurants, maybe an outing at yours or his favourite cafe with each of your desired items in front of you
Or one of the few people who he tolerates, well more like enjoys, because your presence is so pleasing and he turns so mushy wushy for you
The one who adores your warmth and softness against the coldness and roughness that the world possessed
Who loves to hold your chubby hand when you initiate the gesture, the only hint of him liking your affections being a brief dusting of pink across his sharp cheekbones
You already got the person, I know
Yep, exactly, it’s Nanami Kento
The stoic faced ex-businessman-turned-jujutsu sorcerer who absolutely adores the way your pretty eyes squeeze shut because whenever you smile, your chubby cheeks poof up making him want to absolutely cup your round face and kiss your breath away
But he won’t tho, because he knows he has competition :(
But he really really really really wants to make you his :(
His plump cutie who kisses him everytime he returns home from draining missions and let him ask to be smothered between your thick thighs
Or fuck, just sit on his sculpted face and let him pamper your supple body with his tongue fucking into your tight hole
Kento drowning in your essence and suffocating between your thighs is his go-to way to reach his climax when he has R-rated thoughts about you
He needs you so fucking bad it’s not even funny
Now, Gojo Satoru
Yeah, he’s a whore
But only for you :(
He absolutely digs it whenever a sliver of your skin is exposed
Your skirt rode up and now your doughy thighs are showing with cellulite just etched onto it??? He wanna grab and chomp
Your shirt rode up exposing your belly and stretch marks?? He wanna lick the rivulets on your skin and make your chubby self squirm until you beg that you want his sharp tongue somewhere else (your pussy)
Your shirt comes down a bit, exposing your bra-clad chest due to it being weighed down by water because it suddenly rained and you ran outside to frolic in it?? Suffocate his sculpted face between them, pls, he doesn’t wanna breathe :(
Getou Suguru, my artistic mans
Now I headcanon that Getou knows how to draw and sketch, so he spends a lot of time sketching your plump frame :(
Of course, he will never show you his sketchbook with only your pictures in it
But Gojo found it tho lmaoooo
The blue-eyed sorcerer relentlessly teased him for it too
Getou just huffed and took it away from his hands because well, it was you, wasn’t it?
He could never wanna tarnish you, not in pictures or face to face
You were his beloved muse, unbeknownst to you
Your enchanting smile, the way your clothes billow all over or stick to all your plush goodness
The way your chubby cheeks go smush when you rest them on your palm
The way your cute round toes wiggle when you place them on his lap
The way your supple calves jiggle when you walk (fucker walks right behind you, same as Gojo)
The way you hug his tall frame from behind (and Getou revelling in your softness) before he tickles the soft palms of your hands making you adorably squeal and run away
The way he wants to leave marks from his teeth and hands all over the expanse of your lush body
The way he fantasizes about it in the late nights while he languidly strokes his aching cock muffling his moans onto a pillow
Yeah, bby, he’s hooked into you
Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses
Yeah, he’s an ass towards you at first
Well, not mocking or making fun of your weight per say, more like telling you how he can handle you with just one hand thank you very much
You, in your good sense of humour, rarely pay any attention to the curse and the said curse was becoming desperate at this point lmaooo
Sukuna : If you are feeling scared to sit on me because you are worried about being heavy, honestly that's a joke in itself, heh! Well, just know that I can sit your ample form on my shoulders and run at an incredible speed. Or you know 👀👀
You, who is tryna drink water in peace and having no time for his BS : Shut up Sukuna, I will just sit on top of you!
Sukuna, very amused : Is that a promise, my lil chubby bunny?
Cue you, walking away from him fed up with his swag and shit while he stares at how your wide hips sway from side to side, tantalizing him
Sukuna is a jerk (affectionate), nonetheless.
Always grabbing you by the scruff of your neck with his big palms (like a mama leopard picking their cubs UWU) and admiring the squeak that comes out of your cute mouth while he pulls you closer to his smirking face
Thirsty ass boi ><
This mf is so sneaky, you never hear him coming up behind you
He literally pulls you towards him by wrapping his strong arms around your plush middle
He enjoys the way your softness trembles against his rock hard body
He really wants to see you squirm and whimper and just fucking moan under his touch when he pinches and squeezes every ounce of fat on your body
He doesn’t go that far, but settles for when he squishes your round cheeks making you pucker your lush lips at him, twinkling eyes staring up at his imposing figure
He is obsessed with watching your thick thighs jiggle whenever you wear shorts in his vicinity. Fucker bites his lips so hard. Looks like the fuckboi emoji if you catch him staring at you
Man has no shame at all lmaoooo
Especially when he indulges in his fantasies of him just eating you out from behind, suffocated by your ass and pillowy thighs and chubby mound that he ends up cumming on himself most nights……well, who am I kidding, it’s every night
Now Choso <3
He’s a lovely lovely man, ugh :(
So fond of you, always has a sprinkle of blush on his cheeks whenever you are in his vicinity
He adores your smiles, the way you slip your round hands into his calloused ones
The way you hold his face in your soft palms and caress his cheeks
The way you laugh around him, the way he observes how your supple body jiggles when you express your joy whether it was from a silly video on your phone, a book, seeing Gojo mess with Nanami and caresses your rounded sides making you settle back into the black haired man’s body (Nanami will pretend to be annoyed but then look over the newspaper just for him to melt when he sees you absolutely enjoying yourself, ugh :( he’s so whipped)
Or even if you fall asleep on Choso, he will maneuver your round frame in a way that you now lie on his chest
He’s so calmed down by your breathing
Fuck, you are so somft, and Choso just melts from the closeness that you naturally allowed in your own way
He is caressing the rolls over your clothes and relishes the warmth emanating from your plush body
You would feel much more ravishing when he turns you into a boneless pile of goo from how many times he made you cum
And I OOP-
0 to 100 real quick, Choso <3
Thank God, he has a blood manipulation technique so he is able to stave off his erection. For now
He will satiate his dirty thoughts about you riding him and kissing him tenderly before he takes control and proceeds to ravage you until you cry when he’s alone
He wants to spurt his cum over your belly and thick thighs
To make you cum until you are craving for him with your soul
To paint your chest with his capitulation, watching it roll down between the crevices of your body
He feels so guilty when he thinks about you like that, but as long as you don’t know about it, it’s fine, right?
You are one oblivious chubby bunny, oh my goodness
These fine-ass men are fighting tooth and nail for your attention and affection
You just chalk up their affection to their job because they are involved in a risky profession so they want to make use of their time with you
Living their best life as much as they can
They couldn't possibly be attracted to you, right?
WRONG
They are dead-set to have you in their lives, whether they emerge a winner or not, they want you to be in their life so bad
Bunny, they would pay you to get involved in every crevice of their lives
But of course, you don’t know shit about their competition so you just continue hanging out with them, as usual
Well, having one of them with you when hanging out is itself a guard dog situation. They will absolutely subtly glare at anyone who dared to approach you and ask for your number
Well, they can’t exactly blame the people either. You are just existing looking all soft and cute, with bountiful curves for days, turning interested heads wherever you go and they do nothing but silently fume T_T
But on the off chance, some dickhead or asshole dares to fat-shame you or give you weird looks because you happen to be eating or look at your phone or because of your attire (frankly why are people so concerned about what fat people wear, jeez!)
Or just walk up to you when you are coming out of the restroom
Well, often times you ignore and walk right past them to make way to your company and drag them away with you despite your companion telling you that they can kick the jerk’s ass
Lord, if someone makes you cry in public because of the sharp-edged brutalized insults…….rip to that person, you might as well order their coffin
Whether it’s a single person, like let’s just go with a one or two sentence elaboration
Nanami Kento - is READY TO FIGHT. He would squeeze the bastard’s shoulder and make them kneel on the ground in front of you and demand that they apologize to you. Nobody, and I mean, nobody makes his angel feel bad about themselves, especially for something such as physical appearance. He gives a final warning before pulling him up and pushing him out of your view. Gives you a hug and rubs your rounded shoulders to calm you down. Even presses his forehead against yours before placing a kiss there to make you smile.
Gojo Satoru - is MENACING. The moment he sees the incident he is already behind you giving the most scariest glare to the fucking bastard who dared to hurt the strongest sorcerer’s sweet lil mochi. Immediately grabs the attacker’s collar and threatens to apologize to his friend (love of his life, but let’s move on). The one who insulted you is trembling about to pee himself from how tight Gojo’s grip was. Gojo was this close to blasting their head off into the orbit before he heard a slew of apologies from the jerk’s mouth. Pushing him away, he grabbed you and glared at the dickhead one more time before he left with you. Places your head against his chest and rubs your back slowly and softly to subdue your cries.
Getou Suguru - is CALM but MENACING. His smile sends tremors through the bastard’s soul and before they even realize they are on the ground, their shoulders feeling heavy, their eyes watering. Getou calmly demands that they apologise lest he makes them suffer for even breathing with ill intentions towards you. Won’t stop until you hold his arms with your round hands and tells him to let go. Getou does let go but only after 30 seconds more all the while wiping your tears away with his slender fingers and kissing your chubby cheeks.
Ryomen Sukuna - yeah, that guy’s dead. No but seriously, the guy wouldn’t know what hit him before he’s flying into a wall. Before any more damage can be done, you are dragging Sukuna away from the scene. He wanted to go back and give a piece of his mind again but then he hears sniffles from his chubby bunny :( He abruptly stops walking, making you squeak and tumble back towards his strong body. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he mumbles into your neck that whatever that asshole said wasn’t true and that you are beyond his wildest definitions of an angel. Wipes your tears away and cups your chubby cheeks before nuzzling his nose against yours
Choso Kamo - Bruv, this man sees RED and proceeds to make him faint by manipulating his blood.He spikes the blood in his body and slightly drains the blood from his cranial area. Your chubby self is literally standing there shocked while the one who insulted you is lying on the ground. Choso just calmly walks towards you and holds his hand towards you, prompting you to step over the man. He would try to calm your tears down by rubbing your neck and kissing your forehead. He would start kissing your pudgy fingers and attempt to make you giggle by blowing on them. When you finally do giggle, he reminds you that as long as you let him, he would always be your knight in shining armour.
If it’s all of them…….yeah…..they gone bruh. You got this whole squad of bodyguards who are ready to just lie down on the ground just so you would step on them.
The moment anybody tries to cross with you, bro….yeah, they better run.
You got five pairs of eyes looking at the asswipe like they are about to turn him into ashes from their stare
Five very tall and strong men, ready to destroy and burn the world if it means that you are safe and happy, looking at this ratboi daring him, taunting him to say anything that would ruin your mood
The person scuttles away before even telling you anything
You are just perplexed on what just happened (bby just turn back, you will know the reason)
Back to fluff (and naughty bits)
As I have said before, Ryomen Sukuna is a menace.
You would be just chilling on the couch when the King of Curses plops down right beside you and stares at you
You are used to this behaviour so you pay him no attention and continues doing what you were doing whether that be looking through your phone, watching a movie or reading a book
He wants your attention, so what does he do, he picks your supple calves from the ground and places it on his lap
You just raise your eyebrow at him while he smiles and runs his nails on the sensitive skin making you shudder softly
Taking note of this, he will pull you closer and closer until he just lifts you and puts you on his lap
From then, he will knead your belly, your bulged out hips, your doughy thighs and even your plump arms
You will just sigh in glee and settle into him even more comfortably
Well, from what you have heard, Sukuna used to be a human before becoming the King of Curses
Maybe he was just craving what he may have lost on, to get a sense of familiarity maybe?
Yeah, that was it.
You were wrong.
Okay, well not completely wrong. But well, he wanted to know what parts on your round body made you squirm with delight
So he began poking and gently slapping your generous parts to watch them jiggle
Yeah man, he’s entranced by your jiggle. Not in a weird way, but just….he loved seeing how your fat bubbles between his fingers and well, he wished you were jiggling while you were underneath or above him as well. Oh yeah, he would be down for that.
Shit, nope, he can’t get hard now
Well, taking note of the soft pats and hits against your softness, you asked him what he was doing to which he just told you to mind your own business and blushed 50 different shades of red
You just giggled and laid against his chest before falling asleep shortly after
Nanami is the type to want you to sit on the counter while he makes food
Ever since you came into his life, he got the idea that peace is not necessarily only enjoying time alone but it can also be enjoying and cherishing time with people they love and care about as well
Well, in your case, you were pretty oblivious to his, well (not just his, you got a harem bby, did you forget?) affections towards you, he did take full advantage of it, in his own Nanami way
Cooking!! Bro, that’s his extension of his love for you
So, while you sit on the counter sneakily eating the tomatoes or cucumbers or carrots
Even a bit of the dessert or, knowing Nanami, desserts
Nanami knows but he still lets you get away with it because it’s you :(
If Gojo entered the kitchen Nanami tells him to go away lmaoo I am cryin-
Just straight up throws a spare apron towards the sorcerer and tells him to get out of the kitchen-
The scene makes you laugh making the tip of Nanami’s ears turn red
Clearing his throat, he turned towards you only to see you putting a lil dollop of whipped cream that you scooped with your forefinger
GODDDDDDDDDDD
You with your chubby cheeks and soft belly pooching out of your shorts :(
Your thick thighs spread on the counter like cookie dough, tempting him to sink his teeth into them :(
You are licking your pudgy fingers????? You like his food that much????
Let him just marry you already
Nanami is literally about to drool onto his pristine kitchen floor before he catches himself and focuses on the dish
You try to sneak one more lick of whipped cream when Nanami has his back turned to you, looking at the oven where the crème brûlées were coming on nicely
But before you could put in your mouth, Nanami suddenly caught your plump arms and he steps in so close that your bodies touch
He presses his forehead against yours while your eyes are wide open at his actions
You aren’t uncomfortable, this was just a side of Nanami that you hadn’t seen before
So bold and flirtatious
Nanami could feel the quick breaths against his skin making him automatically think whether you would give the same intensity and frequency of breaths if he had his face pressed against your cunt
This close to you, Nanami was a vision
His blonde eyelashes fluttering against his sculpted cheekbones
His sharp nose nudging against yours
His body hard against the soft contours of your body
He looked much more bigger pressed up against you
Nanami could almost feel your delectable body just pressed up ….ah-
He just pinches your chubby cheeks and leaves you flabbergasted on the counter
And yes, he does gladly feed you if you allowed him <3
Choso is a sweetheart <3
You had seen him when Yuuji introduced the man as his older brother
Your lush of expanse of skin had him hooked onto you
Your first meeting was a bit awkward because here was this man with space buns and a thin black line across his nose staring at you so intensely
He was looking at your cute belly in your crop top and thighs which were spilling out of your thigh highs
You were playing with your fingers and Choso just about melted on how round and soft they looked
He didn’t break eye contact until you did
But the image of your rubenesque body never left his mind
Choso was reminded of the artworks that he had seen in Getou’s room. The ones with the ladies who were full-figured and naked, or covered with a cloth that covered parts of their alluring body being admired or fonded over
Fast forward a few months, Choso can be seen cuddling you or you falling asleep on him as I have mentioned before
He loves it when you play with his hair and put flowers in it
But he especially loves it when you run your fingers through his long locks and plait his hair or put any YouTube hair styling content to practice
So far, you had done princess plait, French plaît, Fish plait, curled his hair (both with the rolls and with a curling iron), and sometimes even bridal styles too
He just sits on the floor between your thighs while you are seated on the couch letting you do whatever it is that you want to do with his hair
Choso just sits there contently trying to will down his thoughts of you caressing his scalp after he pleasures you and makes you tremble to the heavens as well
Horn Knee BOI uwu <3
Once again, he can hide his erection tho lmao
Getou Suguru mindlessly doodles on your soft arms sometimes :(
You don’t complain tho because he draws the prettiest flowers on you
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon be damned, you are the most gorgeous and sweetest flower anyone could find in this world
Getou always relishes the smile that you give him when your skin is adorned with his artwork
Could be a rose with a dagger on your forearm, jasmines on your pudgy fingers, a moon and stars on the back of your hand or a kitty cat on your thighs
He loves to doodle on you because sometimes you get so sensitive dsbasdhfdsvh
He is so :(
UGH, he’s so into you it burns his brain sometimes
You are incredibly ticklish too, so sometimes he just slowly crawls his fingers towards your most ticklish parts to feel you jiggle from your laughter :(
You sound so cute :(
It often makes him daydream whether you are the same when naked too :(
Your rolls, your belly, your neck and your thighs are the prime targets of his tickling
He wonders whether you giggle if he presses and leaves nips all over your succulent body as well
Oh my God, that would be so fucking cute :( Stop, he can’t even-
Another member of the team ‘Play with my hair and I will be yours forever <3’
Let him lay on your lap and close his eyes while your fingers run through his hair
Babes, he is in heaven trust me <3
He literally presses his face against your warm belly, indulging in the feeling of your skin against his :(
Jeez, whipped much?
Gojo Satoru, another menace <3
Again, it’s all to grab your attention <3
Wants to pamper you and love you and smother you and kith you and bite you and-
He just daydreams about squeezing and biting all your squishy parts and loving you and doting over you, ugh ‘m sick :(
Whenever he hugs you he loves that there is so much to grab onto.
If you wear a crop top in front of him, rip to his braincells
He always notices that your belly jiggles at the slightest touch and movement, and your muffin top omggggg
Your love handles are so squishy :(
He could grab onto those while he places your plump form onto his face, couldn’t he?
Make tears stream down your face but he may keep going until you are this close to passing out, with drool coming out of your pretty mouth
And smack that ass if he feels you lifting yourself up from his face because YOU thought that YOU would be too much for him to handle
He doesn’t have those big hands for nothing, he is gonna fold you <3
And your stretch marks T_T please he just wants to trace and let him allow you to be content with the lines on your body
Satoru always grabs a handful of your fat whenever he cuddles with you ugh he’s so whipped for you, shut up
He’s a such a menace when he steals your long sleeved shirts so you have to walk around in spaghetti strap tops giving him more than an eyeful at your chest
He ADORES making you laugh from his incessant behaviour towards Nanami. It’s mutual between the three of you that it’s in good faith but the way your pretty eyes glimmer when you know that something mischievous is about to happen before shortly bursting into a loud laugh makes him laugh too
This bitch might as well record your laugh and hear it from time to time based on how much he adores nuzzling into you to make you giggle and squeal
Pinches your chubby cheeks :(
Even nibbles on them to annoy you :(
He even makes sure to buy you sweets and trinkets, well whatever reminds him of you, he is gonna buy it
I mean, he bought a LOT of hentai with people having really similar body shapes as you and yeah, that’s been his fap material for a while
If Gojo found Getou’s sketchbook, Getou finds Gojo’s BBW porn collection lmaooo
They just stood in Gojo’s room pointing at each other like that one spiderman meme
Hanging out with all of them together? Yeah, bby their focus is on you
If you happened to wear a dress, with your belly pressing against the elastic the moment your attention is diverted or get up to get a drink, they need to subtly adjust their pants
Sukuna leans down to your ear and tickles your neck when you come back and others are just 😠
Like, how dare Sukuna grab your attention???
But here’s the thing tho, your dress is mid-length, short sleeved and your thighs are just out there hhhnnngggg
Thick jiggly juicy thighs
The way they take up a bit more space when they spread out
How squeezable they are, how soft and wonderful they are to stroke and grab at and leave marks on it and bite so deep into it
It makes them wanna sink their fingers into them
You really out here looking like the reincarnation of Venus and these poor souls are waiting to get one crumb of your attention pls-
They wanna worship you please! Notice them you oblivious chubby baby!
If these mfs had a secret twitter account, all of their taglines would be ‘THICCCCC SUPREMACY’
These mfs mostly fall asleep on you, claiming that it was fluffier than any bed that they lay on
Your muffin top tho!!!
Bby, lemme tell you, all of them are absolute menaces for your love handles
Like how aptly named, isn’t it?
Perfect handfuls, so soft and so adorable
They are so damn cute that they will either sleep on them or squeeze them
Squeeze your love handles for world peace
That’s what goes through their mind lmao fuck it-
The way your wide hips have them hypnotised gooD LoRD
Nothing like a thick soft belly to match some thick soft hips
I mean, if your shirt rides up while you are napping on anyone’s couch or even your own couch, there’s a 500% or more chance that they wanna bury their faces in it
Dimples!!!!!!! Dimples on thighs!!!! Cellulite!!!
LET THEM BITE
On God, they wanna bite and leave marks bro-
So somft and plush, fuckkkkk
Wanna dig their fingers into them while you tremble and quiver from your cries
Just ruin them already hoover damn
Mfs wants to sink their lips into your belly!
Glide their tongues over the stretch marks, bite your belly hang
Grab onto all your squishy parts and go ‘heart eyes motherfucker’ when they spill out of their hands too :(
They wanna press themselves against you, feel your fat around them, enveloping them PLS-
If they get a chance to cuddle you, they will TAKE it
Napping with someone as soft and doughy as you, cracking jokes with someone as sweet and compassionate as you, hearing your breathy giggles before your tiredness overtakes you while they watch how your eyes flutter close :(
Using your chest, belly, legs or whatever as pillows is so super comfortable T_T
They feel so safe and at home with you, I wanna cry
The belly grabbers (Sukuna, Gojo and Getou) always make you giggle because as I have said before, you are very sensitive and ticklish
You ask them to be a bit more sensitive but they pretend to not heed that and just nuzzle into your neck
They leave after softly pinching your thighs lmao
Nanami and Choso are out here gently poking your belly and your cheeks to make you smile
Naw, they are not making fun of your weight bby
THEY WOULD NEVER, NOBODY WOULD MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT IT
They are just in awe and adoration at how squishy and warm it is
Whenever you cuddled, they kindly wrap their arms around your soft torso and caresses your belly until you fall asleep uwu
Soft belly, soft tiddies, soft thighs, soft ass and soft heart
Can they just have you as theirs already UGH PLS T_T
Your round face makes you look like a cherub and all your fat makes you look so youthful and innocent :(
Your chubby lil fingers feel like fucking baby cashmere and they adore it when you caress their face and grab their hand to hold
Your toes look like lil marshmallows hhng, they wanna paint your nails and massage your legs and rub cocoa body butter on them :(
Actually wants to rub cocoa butter all over you, just let them do it already ><
Your FUPA is their weak spot, their catalyst, I said it
They want to leave kisses on your FUPA so bad, it’s not even funny
Wanna b i t e, wanna n i b b l e, wanna s q u e e z e, wanna g r a b, wanna d r o o l, wanna s m a c k all over that plush mound that you carry with you stop-
If you ever bent over in front of them to pick up something from the ground, yeah game over, they dead bruv
They way your shorts rode up till the lower curve of your ass cheeks, the way your thighs flexed as you picked up the item from the ground, the way you walk away with you adjusting your shorts to not give yourself a wedgie, the way everyone’s eyes zeroed in on your stretch marks and freckles and birthmarks while you bent down and even while you were walking away, your thighs going 💞 jiggle jiggle💞
BABE GET THESE MEN CPR NEOW
All of them love to squish your soft cheeks :(
They wanna KITH
It makes them laugh from the cute expressions your face can exhibit
You’re so fucking pretty and so adorable they could just eat you up T_T
Gets handful of your sumptuous thighs whenever Gojo/Getou/Sukuna gives you piggyback rides
Choso and Nanami carry you princess style because they like seeing your face all smiley and then pressing your cheeks against their heart <3
They also feel up your rolls and waist dips oop-
Babe, when they first offered to lift you up, you straight up ran away thinking that you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in case you were ‘too heavy’
BINCH YOU THOUGHT
They literally lift you up like a kid picks up a teddy bear and proceeds to not let you put your foot on the ground for hours
LMAO they are strong as fuck, don’t even bother tryna say no when they wanna lift you up
Just stand there and let them have their fill <3
If you wear someone else’s clothes because you woke up from sleeping and you found a sweater laying on your bed (how convenient)
Baby, the moment you enter into the kitchen and stretch your arms upwards
And your pudgy belly pokes out from the bottom of the shirt gooDBYE
They have ascended
Other than Nanami, most of them take your sweaters and shirts for themselves because it smells like you and it’s so big on their forms T_T
It’s so soft too, stop :(
Nanami would love to wear your clothes, especially your sweaters and shirts but he always asks because he is a gentleman and he likes it when you take his hoodies too
The others like it when you take their clothes too!!
Always makes sure to buy in larger sizes so you can take it for yourself and feel happy in it
They ares so sweet towards you I am gonna cry-
One time, they accompanied you to a cat cafe
You were wearing a peach dress that ended just above your knees
Babes, thank god you were excited at the prospect of going to the said cat cafe with your friends because the way they thirsted over you whew
The swish of your dress exposes your thighs to them more than they expected and the way it accentuated your chest, fellas get them a drink now!!!
The moment you settled down in the cafe, cats just walked up to you and you just awed
And baby, the amount of pictures that they took of you have no ends omg-
Gojo is straight up lying on the ground to get every angle and you are trying not to laugh so loud at the poses that he is making to take your pic (bitch is balancing himself on one hand to take insta worthy shorts <3)
Nanami is over there ‘head in hands, that’s the love of my life’ crisis (he is also taking multiple pictures)
Getou is the one who is piling more cats on you (even taking selfies and other pictures)
Sukuna is BIG, standing at almost 7ft tall (i am sweating through my cooch-)
Like at first he opposed to come with you but then your eyes teared up and you were about to gloomily walk away
God, he felt so bad :(
“Fine, fine I will go with you jeez, stop crying :(“
He seems to be having so much fun from the way the kitties keen for his touch cuz he got them nails (he will trim them down if he gets you iykwim)
Choso!!! Is!!! Melting!!!!
Cats come up to him too and he is laying his head on your soft shoulder and scritching the black cat that is currently having their paws on your chest looking up at you and sniffing your double chin <3
Kittens are napping and making biscuits on your belly and you are over there giggling :(
You sound like an angel, let them KITH YOU PLS-
They had never been so jealous of cats LMAO
The cats are out here getting caressed and kissed???
And having their cheeks pinched??? And getting scritches???
As if you don’t give them kisses too EYE-
But now that they have photos of you being affectionate with the lil creechers, you bet they are fighting amongst themselves to get those pics
Because the cats were rubbing their head against your thicccc thighs and well, they had more than an inkling that they would also behave the same way too
Another time you went to a bar dressed in the sexiest silk red short-sleeve shirt, short black skirt and black stockings with thigh garters binch!!!
Bro, your fat spilling out of those stocking made their brains melt from their ears
You are in the VIP area, courtesy of Gojo <3
Well, even more of a private area because your group got a private bartender too
One drink led to another and now here you are, skin hot, inhibitions a bit awry
These five men are like a bit concerned, well Gojo is not that concerned since he was the one who kept handing you shot after shot
You are so giggly and like flirting with them like
“Youuu guysss are soooooo handsomeeee, d’you like me tooooo?”
You are playing with their hair and they are just over there tryna be respectful and shit but by God you are so tempting when you let yourself relax like that
“Am I prettyyyy? Am I not prettyyyy? :(“
You are over there babbling with your dazed out eyes and tugging on their clothes
Gojo is just T_T
You are supposed to flirt with him what happened T_T
The bartender walks away to attend a call and oh my god
Before they know it, you are on the bar counter, you have already unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt giving them more than an eyeful at your ample bosom
Gojo goes 👀😏
Choso is over here looking like the Robert Pattinson standing awkwardly meme, even more red and sweating
Nanami turns beet red and immediately covers you with his coat
You are giggling and grabbing his tie going, “Nanamiiiinnnnn, Na-na-na-namiiinnnn, Nanamini, can I pat your butt? Pwease :(“
Sukuna already has your supple form hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and now you are patting his ass to the beat of ‘Sexy Back’ singing slurred
Getou shot your ass patting antics the entire way back to your apartment
LMAO they are roasting you after
But they keep quiet about the strip tease, because that will stay a secret with them forever
That’s for their eyes only <3
If you buy something for them, they are treasuring it and cherishing it with their life
Might be a book, a plushie, an article of clothing, any jewellery or even some random greeting cards, fucking even music playlists that reminds you of them
Like you may put playlist titles like ‘My one and only menace Gojo <3’/ ‘Bread Daddy Nanamin B)’/’My Rapunzel Boi Getou’/’My Favorite Catboi Choso’/’My Big Stronk Suku-na-na-na-naaaa’ and send them songs
Baby their hearts go DOKI-DOKI
DOKI-DOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
You are so bubbly and your joy and kindness is something that they always look forward to
One of the best things about you (as if all of them aren’t the best things) is the way your joy reverberates all around you. As I have said before, when you laugh, you jiggle and that happiness physically moves the people around you T_T
Babes, they are so in love with you, just kiss them already 💓
Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated, thank you <3
Also Happy New Year to you guys 💗💗
I hope you all get the chance to recover from your past year(s), seek help, get the support and have the courage to be yourself again 💕💕
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I know that I left you all alone when I decided to go to my world, but I thought you'd be better off without me....and I was wrong, I see that now but...
Malleus:.....
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Oh! Stop being so stoic Malleus! Go on! Shout! Scream! Say something!
Malleus, reaching out to touch Mc/Y/N/Yuu's cheek lovingly:.....You're as beautiful as the day I lost you
Mc/Y/N/Yuu, staring at Malleus in disbelief as a tear falls down their face:.......
Malleus, whipping the tear with a fond smile: oh, my love, please don't cry, you're beautiful
Author's note:
HEHEHEHE YALL SEE WHAT I DID THERE!? 🤭
Just something I think people that write for ATSV should watch
Parasite
love you granny
how was i not supposed to read this as heizou and itto
One time when I worked at the Dollar Tree a man came in with a little boy and he said to me, “This is my adopted son. He’s autistic.”
He told me this story. “When he got to be about 4 years old his mother realized he was growing up autistic and she didn’t want to raise him any more. So she drove out to the middle of nowhere and pulled over on the side of the highway and put him out of the car. On her way back in to town she was driving behind a van with a two story ladder tied on top. The ladder got loose and slid through her windshield, killing her instantly. They found her head in the backseat.”
I was like 😶 “your total is 13.95”
ppl who recognize ANY of these images PLEASE interact
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╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ One day I'll decide how I wanna format shit lmao. ➤ This is a oneshot. ➤ This is romantic. ➤ Reader is gender neutral (except for one use of "maiden" in reference to you). ➤ This oneshot includes Dragonhead/Triad!Wukong, who is apart of the Triad AU belonging to @skittlescripts! ➤ This oneshot in based off @dumplingsjinson's 4th unrequited-but-not-actually-unrequited-love prompt!! I originally had it here but decided to delete it incase you'd like to go into this kinda blind lol. ➤ If this is dumb I'm sorry I haven't had a genuine crush since like 2nd grade /gen. Also romance is NOT my strongsuit despite how much I read LMAO. ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, denial of feelings, avoidance, lying, self-deprecation, angst, and crying. ➤ Word count: 4,297
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❝ Camo jacket, robbing corner stores; hard odds to beat when you're on all fours .❞
You didn't want this.
You didn't want this.
It started off innocently enough—a blush when you caught the Great Sage's eye, a bit of a tremble to your voice or your knees when his hand brushed yours, squealing into your pillows when he gave you gifts. Embarrassing reactions, yes, but not surprising. Afterall, whole gods have found themselves swooning for the Monkey King even if they've a snowball's chance in hell at actually gaining his affections—what chance did your mortal self stand against the demon's wicked charm? But surely your little... celebrity crush didn't mean anything significant.
Except it did.
You barely ever had crushes growing up, much less attractions so passionate you could call them love. But with Wukong, it came far too easily. You loved the way he spoke, the way he held himself, the way he managed to create a community of loyal allies despite his many enemies. But then you also loved the simple things—his real laugh, the one that made him clutch his stomach and cackle until tears were dripping from his eyes; the way his tail swayed like a dog's and curled into a heart when he was excited; the way he smelt of peaches and flowers, as if he was a whole world just for you to—
No!
No, no, no!
This is how the greatest friendships crashed and burned. An insistent crush and a hopeful heart and a two-timing brain poisoning you with sweet what-ifs and flowery dreams is all it takes for you to make one irreversible, permanent step; for you to pour your heart out only to hear we can still be friends! and watch him drift away.
Well, not you. You weren't going to risk breaking your heart nor your and Wukong's friendship over a crush, no matter how serious. So after many sleepless nights of brainstorming (and daydreaming... goddamnit, brain!), you finally devised a plan to squash your feelings for the Monkey King.
1.) Create distance physically.
You tap your fingers against your thigh anxiously, fighting the urge to scratch angry red blotches into the skin while you wait for Wukong to pick up your call. You thought this method would be easiest for enacting Step 1, hoping Wukong and Macaque wouldn't be able to pick out any lies over the phone, but with how long it's taking him to answer, maybe it'd be easier to avoid him the hard way—
"Hey, peaches!" Wukong's cheery voice greets over the line, making you huff in relief. "What's up? You're not calling to ask if you can come up, right? Because you know I've told you you can just come, riiighttt?"
Your heart swoons ridiculously, and you have to aggressively remind yourself that hanging out with Wukong is the exact opposite of what you want to achieve.
"Yessss, I remember," you force out in a nasally, cracking voice that you pray sounds convincing. "But no, that's not why I'm calling."
"Oh, peaches, are you sick?" Wukong asks worriedly, and you can feel his furrowed eyebrows through the phone.
"No," you snark, and then you force out some rough-sounding coughs, grimacing at the way your throat stings. "This happens every year. Sometime near spring I get super sick for like a month—might be the pollen or something, I dunno."
"I never noticed," Wukong replies softly. "I'm sorry, peaches. I woulda helped you before if I'd realized."
Your heart flips again and you lean away from the phone to form a silent scream before returning. "It's—cough—fine. I'm a big girl, a little springtime bug isn't going to kill me. But it is gonna keep me in my house for a few weeks."
"In that case, why don't I let Macaque handle things for a bit and come over—"
"No!" You snap out, your hand immediately smacking over your mouth at the outburst. Fuck! You think, mind racing to recover from your fumble. You let out a series of coughs as you think, then lick your lips. "S-Sorry... while it means a lot that you'd do that for me, when I get like this... it's just easier to handle it alone. I don't really have the energy to be around people or have them around me."
You cross your fingers, your opposite hand gripping your clothes in a white-knuckle grip as a few beats of silence pass. God, let him believe me so I can hang up—
"Alright, peaches," Wukong replies softly, and you have to lean back so he won't hear the relieved huff of air you let out. You're so busy rejoicing you nearly miss what he says next. "But I'm still going to drop food off to you, alright?" Seeming to sense a coming argument from you, he adds, "I'll just drop it off at your door and send you a message."
You sigh, a small smile forcing it's way on to your face despite the situation still not being as perfect as you'd hoped for. "Guess I can't stop you, sunshine."
"Nope!" Wukong laughs, popping the p. "Get well soon! Who knows what mischief I'll be up to without my angel to keep me on the path of grace?" He cooes with a subtle purr to his words. A wild blush blooms on your face, burning your ear tips as you soak in what he said.
"You're supposed to be able to do that on your own, Great Sage," you croak out, burying your flushed face in your unused hand even though the cheeky monkey isn't here to see it.
"What's the fun in that?" Wukong snickers. Then his voice softens, squeezing your heart. "But seriously, take care of yourself, peaches. If you need space, that's fine, but if you need help, ask. There's nothing you could do that would chase me away."
What he says is sweet, so sweet, and dream-like. His words make you think of a fairytale, with you a fair maiden and him a brave, persistent, dragon-slaying knight.
But life's not a fairytale, and things won't go your way just because you wish on a star.
"Will do, Wuks," you say quietly. "Bye."
"Bye, peaches."
Beep-beep.
Step 1... achieved.
2.) Create distance emotionally.
You couldn't just get rid of your crush (well, you probably could, but that'd entail some magical mumbo jumbo you're not quite desperate enough for yet), but maybe you could weaken it by limiting how much exposure you had to Wukong. Hard, considering how popular he was, but surely not impossible!
So, to start off easy, you got rid of your merch. You were able to sell most of it online, but the more stuff you got rid of, the more... upset you felt. Which made sense, sure—it was stuff you loved, of course, and if you hadn't fallen in love with one of your best friends, you'd never part with it—, but your thoughts felt... insane. You found yourself wondering if people would take care of it, if they'd love it and find the same joy in it that you did.
The idea of someone doing anything less made your skin crawl, and for a few brief moments, you considered doing full deep dives on buyers to make sure the merch was going to a good home. Then you reasoned you sounded absolutely obnoxious, like some creepy fangirl and not a close friend of Sun Wukong, and gave the rest away without any further hesitance.
Goddamn, did it sting though.
True to his word, Wukong stopped by your house once every few days with food and medicine. At first, you were worried he'd try to talk to you or ask to come in, but the only way you even knew he'd been there was when he alerted you with a message. You were grateful for it, but words couldn't describe the relief you had that he left no gifts in the bags.
If he had, that might have set you right back to square one.
Your house felt... empty without Wukong's memorabilia, but you chopped it up to your distaste for change. Obviously the nearly crippling discomfort in your own home was because of the now-barren walls (no way it was because you'd just given away dozens of priceless items...), so you bought some pretty posters of bands, artists, and games you liked and hung them on the wall. It wasn't the same, but you supposed that within time, it'd become your new normal.
You decided to ignore the way that settles on your body like a sad cloud.
Now... for the harder part.
Aside from merch, Wukong had gotten you plenty of personal items. Clothes, jewelry, perfumes, cooking utensils you'd been eyeing, plushies, that sort of thing. You knew just by looking at it that it was expensive, probably things that would land you in debt for life if you'd bought it yourself, and rare, too. Likely some one-of-a-kind stuff, too, knowing Wukong.
You spent three nights despairing over what to do with them. Giving them away to the masses felt disrespectful to say the least, and with the way your heart shrieked, you decided to listen. Throwing them out didn't feel much better, neither did burying them (yeah... you were thinking of everything)... but you couldn't keep them. No, no, no, it'd just encourage your stupid crush if you caved and kept anything, especially the personal stuff!
So you did the only thing you could think of: give it to your family.
It still didn't feel great either way, but at least you knew they were being cared for. And if Wukong happened to ask for any of it back, it'd be easy to retrieve.
You expect to feel relieved at having found a solution, but it only fills you with dread.
All that's left are the notes.
You keep them in a pretty box in your desk. It's a deep red covered in bright splashes of color meant to resemble fireworks, with bright iron hinges on the back so it could open and close. It's perfectly pristine without so much a speck of dust upon it, it's well-cared for appearance taunting you as you lift it out of its drawer and sit on your bed.
You know you shouldn't look at them, but it's not like it'll change anything—you already have them memorized by heart, anyway.
Dear (name), "Sunshine", huh? Can't say it reflects much of who I am as an infamous, invincible god, but I'll take it over "simian" anyday! I think I'll call you "peaches" in return. It has a nice ring, doesn't it? Sunshine and peaches. Like two peas in a pod. Anyway. I hope you like the clothes!
You laugh softly as you read the note. This had been after you mistakenly let your unspoken nickname for him slip after one of his meetings, flustering both you and the unprepared Dragonhead. Despite your furious blush and profuse apologies, Wukong had made you explain your reasoning behind the nickname (which was mostly Macaque's fault—damn him and his "sun and moon" bullshit). You were mortified, thinking you'd set your and Wukong's relationship way back, but when he started calling you peaches...
Sunshine stuck, and you two really did become peas in a pod.
You've torn through the whole box of notes by the time you realize there are tears running down your cheeks, and the realization does little to change that. Instead, you bend over and press your hands to your face, open-mouthed sobs wracking your body.
Why'd it have to be him? You could've fallen hopelessly in love with anyone, and your heart chose him?
Wukong isn't the problem. No, not at all. Next to you, the Monkey King seems wild, volatile, too much. But that's only because you're a, well, mortal, incapable of shining even half as brightly as he does. Wukong's a god, an immortal king, a being who'd felled thousands in mere moments—your best friend deserves someone who could meet him at his level, not force him into some domestic role.
Someone better than you.
The realization sends a sharp wave rocking through your chest, but with it comes some rush of desperation—you don't know if it's to fight for or against something, but it leads you to pluck one of the notes from its place on the bed,
turn it over so you can't see the words,
and fucking shred it.
That night, as you lie amongst the torn pieces of paper, you can't help but feel like a sole survivor among a ruined city.
Step 2 is done.
3.) Find somebody else.
You have to admit, step 3 was definitely a desperate plan B if nothing else worked, and, well...
Nothing else was working.
Your "sick" month had passed, and you were now three months into cold-turkeying Wukong. You were honestly surprised the Monkey King hadn't broken into your house yet, but based on some demon conflicts you'd seen on the news, you figured he was busy.
But that wasn't the problem. What was the problem was your crush hadn't waned in the slightest! In fact, your attempts to get rid of it had only made you want to run further into Wukong's arms, where you'd be drowned in the scent of peaches and flowers and the feeling of soft fur and a strong body against your's and—
Goddamnit!
Part of you felt... tired. Sick of what you perceived as dramatic and begging for a break from the heartache. It whispered to you, questioning how good Wukong was to keep around if he would cut you loose just for a crush—even saying that it'd be good for you! Save you the trouble and put you on the path of healing before it got real bad... whatever that meant.
But the other half of you fought and it fought hard. You wanted Wukong, even if it meant you could only have him as a friend. He made you feel good and you'd die before giving that up—that was why you'd started this whole mess in the first place!
Besides. You were a mortal, temporary and simple. And adaptable and well-aged as he was, Wukong was still a several-millennium old god. Rules, unspoken or otherwise, were bound to look different for various relationships, and as far as you were concerned, falling head-over-heels, squealing-into-your-pillows and feet-kicking in love with one you called your best friend was written in big red letters right under no.
So you're here at a café (far away from Wukong's headquarters, you made sure), sitting across from... your date.
They're gorgeous. With fawn-colored skin, soft brown eyes, and blonde, orange dipped wavy hair, they make you think of summer, of singing birds and beach days and ice cream in the park. And they're sweet, easily cracking jokes with you and complimenting you without overwhelming you.
But they're not Wukong, and the way you remain acutely aware of that as you share sweet treats with them destroys any hope you had of growing out of this crush.
You're trying to think of ways to let them down gently when you hear the door chime go off. A new customer isn't earth-shattering (it's a public establishment, after all), but a chorus of sharp gasps and your date's frightened stare looking past you makes you turn.
And, god, you wish you hadn't.
Wukong walks into the café calmly, his face unreadable as he scans the booths. You're fairly certain you already know why he's here, but when his eyes meet yours you just know you're fucked.
The café owner bee-lines to Wukong. "G-Great Sage!" They greet, bowing low. "What brings you here?"
Wukong doesn't break eye contact with you. "Nothing to do with you," he answers smoothly before approaching you in long strides.
You can do nothing but watch as he approaches, pinning your tongue between your teeth as you hold the intensity of his stare. Your date, seemingly noticing the tension between you two, reaches out to grasp your hand, but you gently pull away with a shake of your head.
"I'm sorry," you whisper sincerely, sliding enough money for the meal towards them just before Wukong reaches your booth.
The monkey eyes your date, unblinking. If this was any other situation (one where you hadn't avoided him for three months), you'd give him a gentle kick to the leg or something so he'd knock it off. But the situation is too tense, his presence too damning, and you're grateful for the few seconds you get from out beneath the demon's fiery gaze.
"Peaches," he finally murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. "We need to talk."
Fuck.
You get up without a word, placing your purse over your shoulder and heading towards the front door with your eyes on your feet. You can feel everyone's eyes on you—or rather, the two of you, as Wukong walks beside you until you reach the door, which he opens for you. Then he follows you out, staying just far enough behind you that he doesn't step on your heels.
Neither of you speak until you get to a bridge, void of people and surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Wukong stops beside you as you peer over the edge.
"Peaches," he says, his voice still soft. "What's going on?"
Fuck.
You immediately deflect. "How did you find me?"
You hear him suck in a breath.
"How?" You hiss out, glaring up at him.
He stares at you in silence for a moment, then turns on his phone. As he presses a button, your phone vibrates in your hand.
"You tracked my phone?" You ask, blinking owlishly.
"You weren't answering me," replies Wukong simply, pocketing his phone again.
Your face flushes in frustration. "I was out—"
"For three months?"
That makes you go silent. Your phone vibrates again, making the screen light up. You can see Wukong's name in your notifications, but you dare not look to see how many there are, lest it condemn you further.
"You know, I went to your house," Wukong carries on, his voice thickening. "All the stuff I got you is gone."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck.
"Yeah," you mumble, your gaze falling to the ground.
"Why? Did you not like it?"
You're torn between honesty and further denial. In the end, Wukong speaks before you can make a choice.
"You didn't throw out the notes."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"It took—" his voice chokes out for a second. Your body tenses, your hands turning to white-knuckled fists at your sides. You don't look up. "It took a lot to put them together, surprisingly. Were really dedicated when you tore 'em up, huh?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Did you lie about being sick? Did you... were you just trying to get away from me?"
"It's not like that," you say, rushed, and you know as soon as the words leave your lips that you shouldn't have spoken.
"Then what is it like?" Wukong chokes out in a thick voice, but you still refuse to look him in the eye.
"I... needed alone time," you mumble.
"Why couldn't you say that?" Wukong replies, a bit of sharpness to his tone, and you can't help but feel like you've opened up the floodgates. "Do I make you feel so unsafe that you'll lie to get away from me?"
"Don't assume things about me," you snap hotly, your eyes flickering to his. They glow with a subtle red color, fixated on you, a testament to his growing emotion in the situation. But that's not what gets you.
It's the tears collecting in his eyes.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
"What else am I supposed to do?" He grits outs. "You ignored me for three months. You didn't even text back to say if you were still sick, or if you just wanted me to stop contacting you—"
"Wukong, I—" you try, taking a step backward when the monkey flings his arms.
"And you didn't answer MK or Macaque, either!"
"Wukong—"
"You scared the shit out of me, peaches!"
"And I'm sorry for that," you bite out, managing to shut him up for a minute. You gulp, your grip on your purse tightening. "But I had... I have a problem I have to fix—"
"What is it? If you would just tell me I could help!" Wukong exclaims, reaching towards you.
"No!" You shout, twisting away from him. "You can't help, Wukong!"
"You don't know that!"
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
"I do! I do know that!"
"How?! How could—"
"BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA FIX ME LOVING YOU?"
Wukong falls silent. Still. Your hands slap over your mouth.
The two of you stand in silence for what feels like forever. The river feels deathly silent, and not even the wind blows. Finally, you remove your hands.
"I-I mean, I can fix it, don't worry," you say quickly, the words spilling from your lips like water. "T-These feelings are temporary, I promise. They're just, uh, a b-bit more stubborn than I was expecting, y-y'know? But they're nothing serious, I swear! I-I know I've been difficult these past few months, I know, I'm sorry, just, please, Wukong, don't leav—"
"They're what?" is all Wukong utters, his stare burning through you.
You startle for a second, hands dropping to your chest. "T-They're temporary," you repeat. "Not serious, I swear. Nothing has to change."
Wukong doesn't reply at first. Then:
"What if I want them to be serious?"
Your heart nearly stops in your chest at the force of your surprise. "What?" is all you can get out, staring owlishly at the demon.
"I said," he speaks slowly, stepping towards you. "What if I want them to be serious? To be permanent? What if I want you to be head over heels for me, hm?"
You shiver as he stands before you, hands ghosting over your hips.
"What if I want it all to change, peaches?"
Your heart thumps in your chest, your mind desperately trying to make sense of what he's saying.
Surely he's not... he doesn't mean...
"I don't understand," you whisper, your hands hesitantly pressing against his chest.
"Oh, peaches," he cooes softly, leaning in until his forehead rests against your's and all you can see are his eyes.
"Wu—"
"I love you, (name)."
Your breath catches in your throat, your mouth falling open in shock. Your entire body freezes, your thoughts halted as you process his words...
and then your heart soars.
"Me?" You crack out, a blush warming your skin exponentially. It's a bit overwhelming, the mix of love, surprise, and unfiltered relief. So much so that you can't stop the tears from building up in your eyes and slipping out as you stare up at him. "You love me?"
"Of course," Wukong says softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your tears away. "How couldn't I?"
A sob leaves your mouth at the question. "'C-Cause you're... I'm—"
"Simple?" Wukong ventures, frowning at your nod. He huffs, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "Peaches, you are anything but simple. You're brilliant and talented and witty and a quick-learner. You keep me guessing even now, and I've been around for a while," he soothes sweetly, a breath of laughter to his voice.
You can't help but laugh a little with him, your heart swelling at his compliments. Your hands slide up his chest and his neck, feeling the soft fur slide through your fingers, and settle on his cheeks. You mirror him then, your thumbs petting his cheek bones and brushing away the wetness in his eyes. Another wave of fresh tears overcomes you when he leans into your hands.
"You're the closest thing to perfection I've ever seen," Wukong murmurs emotionally, one of his hands retracting to engulf one of your's. "You're my girl. My peach. My qíng rén."
A sob breaks free of your lips again as you pull Wukong against you, hiding your face in his chest as you cry. The Dragonhead curls around you, as if shielding you from the outside world, which you're thankful for.
Damn. All of this to find out the great Monkey King loves you back? You're not complaining, god no! Despite your tears, your heart is doing tricks, somersaults and great leaps and cartwheels. It's just...
You definitely have some communication skills to work on, you think.
That can wait, though, you think then, your crying finally tapering out. You manage to tilt your head enough to see Wukong's face, the demon smiling down sweetly at you. Your fingers fiddle with his tie for a moment before drifting upwards and holding his face again.
"Peaches," Wukong calls softly, holding your gaze. "What're you thinking?"
You pause before answering. "I... I want to kiss you," you admit, watching the monkey's face turn a red hue similar to your's. "Can I?"
His ears wiggle, his nose twitches, and then he nods, and you can feel his tail wagging by your legs.
The time for picking on his adorable monkey mannerisms will come later, because right now all you're focused on is bringing Wukong's lips to your's and finally knowing how it feels to kiss the Great Sage.
It's done at an awkward angle since Wukong didn't let you go, the both of you straining a bit to meet each other in the middle, and you break away fast, but it's perfect to you. Maybe not how you imagined a requited crush kiss going, but it's your greatest wish come true in spite of that.
"I love you," he breathes.
Your breath catches again, your heart still flipping ecstatically. "Say it again."
Wukong grins, fangs peeking out of his smile. "I love you, qíng rén."
As you bring the Dragonhead into another kiss, you think of one thing.
Maybe fairytales do exist after all.
❝ Good men die too, so I'd rather be with you .❞
i thought of this at 3am and its canon now
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