Fictional Boyfriends (e.m.)

De-stressing. Eddie Munson x reader. Blurb. Fluff

☁️ Your laying on face down on Eddie’s chest. Burying your face in his body hair, inhaling all the faint scent of weed and his cologne. Your arm draped over him and up into his hair as you twiddle with his curls. Eddie’s nails trailing up your back, swirling over your freckles and dancing over the birthmark on your right side that’s somewhat shaped like a crescent moon. Eddie always said it matches his circular birth mark, something about you and him making a full moon together. “Feeling better now little love?” He whispers into your hair, you can feel his hot breath on your head as he speaks. You groan in response, not wanting to verbalise everything you feel right now. It’s much too hard to communicate how his nails on your skin feel like home and his general ‘Eddie-ness’ calms all of the anxiety that builds up in your body throughout the day. “I’ll take that as a yes” Eddie chuckles, you feel his belly rise up and down from his laughter, shaking you around slightly. You’ve always loved his laugh, it’s loud and care-free. His giggles are bubbly and joyous and you just wish you could listen to that sound all day long. Today was stressful and this princess treatment was exactly what you needed and Eddie knew that, he has some sixth boyfriend sense when it comes to your needs. Your eyelids feel heavier with every blink you take and you mentally thank yourself for washing your makeup off before snuggling up with Eds. “Off to bed, sleepyhead” Eddie speaks before kissing your temple and nuzzling his nose back into your hair. You grunt once more and let him tease your spine some more. This was definitely the way to de-stress. ☁️

Lousy T-Shirt

Just a dumb little goof-ball Eddie blurb I thought about while folding laundry.

Wc: 331

"No, no way, Eddie, absolutely not." you protested, arms crossed tightly in front of you.

"Pleeeeeease baby? It would be metal as Hell." Eddie pleaded, bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet like an excited child.

You couldn't help but sigh at his relentless enthusiasm. "Where did you even get that?" you asked, eyeing the shirt warily.

"I made it!" he announced proudly. "We've been toying around with the idea of selling merch at our shows for a while now, couldn't help m'self."

"Merch?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow sceptically. “So there’s going to be more of these floating around then?”

Eddie's smirk faltered slightly, quickly replaced by a look of panic as he waved his hands around frantically.

"No no, I made this one especially for you, sweetheart, for you and you only."

Despite your reservations, you reluctantly stepped forward and accepted the shirt from him, examining it with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. The bold lettering emblazoned across the front made you grimace.

"I FUCKED THE LEAD GUITARIST OF CORRODED COFFIN AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT" you read aloud, shaking your head in disbelief.

You sighed, knowing Eddie was waiting for your reaction. When you looked back up at him, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat, already confident in his victory. You’d never been able to say no to him before, and he knew this time wouldn’t be any different.

With a resigned nod, you relented.

"Fine," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "I'll wear the shirt. But I swear to Ozzy, Edward Munson, if I see any other little bitches strutting around in one of these things, I'll eviscerate you with your own plectrum, you hear me?"

Eddie's laughter filled the trailer as he pulled you into a tight embrace, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"I hear you, my feisty little psychopath, " he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your skin as you huff into his chest. "I hear you. And I love you too."

It was too much.

The noise. The people. No personal space.

You were feeling a little more than burnt out from a weekend that was meant to be fun.

Morning walks for coffees and croissants. A few hours around the pool. A few at the beach. Riding bikes along the boardwalk. Games and rides. Eating all the food.

And it was fun, but you were tired.

Eddie was climbing into bed, your bed, with its dark bedding and soft pillows.

He yanks the hair tie out of his hair, dark curls falling from the bun it was in from the drive home, tossing it on the bedside table.

“Feels so good to be home,” he sighs as he sinks into the pillows, meeting your eyes with a smile lighting up his face.

Pulling the socks off your feet, you crawl into bed, immediately gluing yourself to his side.

Eddie pulls the warm comforter over you both, keeping his other arm tight around you.

Digging your face into his chest, you breathe in the scent there, Sandalwood mixed with something that is all Eddie, soothing the racing thoughts and nerves.

You tangle your leg with his, hooking your ankle in place. Your hand slides under his hoodie, traveling over his soft tummy and dusting of hair, making its way to where his heart beats steadily.

You close your eyes and feel the thumpthumpthump, breathing in time to the rhythm.

Silence fills the air for a while before Eddie breaks it with a gentle whisper.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you hum your reply as you lift your head slightly, bumping his chin like a cat seeking affection.

You press a kiss to his chest before laying your head back down, running a hand over the space where his heart lies, playing with the hairs there.

“If you wanted to get your hands on me, all you had to do was ask,” he mutters with sleep filling his voice and a goofy smirk on his face.

You shove him playfully as he giggles deliriously, the lack of good sleep over the weekend finally hitting him.

He drifts off not even five minutes later, gentle snores leaving him with the occasional sigh.

With one final press into him, wishing you could crawl into his skin, to really be one with him, you close your eyes.

Hoping to meet him in the dream world.

Sukuna x f!Reader

In which Sukuna brings home child Uraume — 1

next —>

You rubbed your eyes in disbelief as you stared at the child hiding behind your husband's legs and peaking at you.

Sukuna didn't pay attention to your questioning stare, he simply sauntered in to your shared home and tossed the meat he had hunted on the table. As if it was just an average day for the two of you.

Except it wasn't because there was a child right next to him.

"Um... Love?" You questioned softly.

"What?" He grunted.

"Mind telling me who... that is?"

Sukuna crossed his upper arms while resting his lower on his hips. He shrugged. "Our ice house is no more. This child can create ice so I brought them home."

Of course he did. Leave it to your husband to replace an actual functioning cooler with a literal child.

Speaking of a cooler...

"The icehouse is broken? I swear it was perfectly fine when I went there this morning..." You mused.

But a quick glance outside the window confirmed that it was indeed broken. Crushed by a tree and blood splattered everywhere from the meat stored inside of it.

And just one look at the fallen tree, you can tell what—no, who was responsible for this destruction. There was a large, clean cut right at its base.

You turned to your husband with an accusing frown but he opted to not look at you. He knows that the moment he locked eyes with you, he'll have to face your wrath and.... He'd rather not.

You sighed and shook your head before walking over to the child who stepped away from you the moment you got closer.

You stopped, keeping your distance and smiled kindly. "It's okay. Don't be afraid, little one. I won't hurt you."

Your voice was soft, your eyes were kind so when the child looked up at Sukuna and saw the way he was looking at you, they knew you were trustworthy.

And yet...

"You won't harm me but... I can harm you." Was what the child spoke.

Your heart sank at their words and the way they looked away. Their gaze was an empty and distant void. This poor child...

But the King of Curses scoffed at their words. "Go to her. As long as I am here you cannot harm her."

You were surprised at how this child had came to trust Sukuna that they took his word and slowly stepped over to you. Besides you, no one else in this land would ever dare trust him. Then again, your husband never gave them a reason to.

You went down on your knees to be at the child's level. A small, loving smile graced your features as you reached over to brush your fingers against their cheek.

Ice cold.

But that didn't stop you as you brushed their hair in comfort. "You poor thing... Just what have you been through?" You asked softly.

The child kept quiet, their eyes gathered with unshed tears. They closed it to stop them from flowing down. And then, very very tentatively they leaned into your touch.

"...You're warm." They mumbled.

Your heart warmed at those soft words. You were happy that this child had found comfort in you.

Despite being the King of Curses' wife, you loved children. You always wanted one of your own. You had even managed to convince your husband to have a child together.

But those dreams were far gone when you found out you were infertile.

It took a while but you had gotten over it. Though part of you still wished that you can have that. A small family with your husband.

So when you looked up at Sukuna, that's when you noticed his gaze. A look that was only reserved for you. Tender, soft and... loving. But there was another meaning behind it...

This is my gift to you.

Your heart leaped and you felt tears gathering in your eyes. The smile you gave him was nothing short of radiant that had him looking away from you. But you knew he was flustered just from the red tint on the tip of his ears.

You laughed softly and got on your feet, gently pulling the child close to you. "What's your name, little one?"

"Uraume."

You hummed. "Uraume... What a beautiful name. Are you hungry, Uraume?"

Uraume felt their stomach grumble just then so they softly nodded.

"Very well, then I'll get started on dinner."

Uraume looked up at you, their pinkish eyes staring at you with a curious glint. "Can I help?" They asked.

You smiled, running a gentle hand through their white hair.

"Of course."

next —>

Eddie sighs against your chest, all but purring with each rake of your nails through his hair while watching The Muppet Christmas Carol.

He sings along and giggles every so often, warming you in ways the heater never could, making your heart swell.

You fight to keep your eyes open, feeling so relaxed after a long day. A long Christmas Eve, filled with a half a day of work, last minute shopping and so much food.

Eddie gives you another squeeze as your eyes lose their fight with sleep a few minutes after minute. He presses a kiss to the center of your chest before nuzzling against your neck.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Forgetful wifey

Sukuna was growing more and more irritated by the second. For two whole days, you had been without your wedding ring, and it seemed like you hadn’t even noticed. Two days. He had been watching, waiting for that moment of realization, but it never came. Instead, you carried on with your life as if nothing was amiss, smiling, laughing, and going about your usual routine.

It drove him mad.

As if the world wasn’t already full of pests trying to hit on you even when you had the ring on, now it was like you’d put out an open invitation. Every man in sight seemed emboldened by your bare hand, and Sukuna had to physically restrain himself from going on a rampage.

At first, he figured you might have just misplaced it. You always took it off while showering, careful not to lose it, and maybe it had slipped your mind. He tried looking in all the usual spots—the bathroom counter, the kitchen sink, even your makeup desk. Nothing.

“Where the hell did she put it?” he grumbled, slamming one of the drawers shut a little too hard.

By the end of the second day, his patience was razor-thin. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone, completely oblivious to his brewing frustration. Sukuna stood in the doorway, arms crossed, staring at you like you’d committed some kind of heinous crime.

“You’ve got some nerve, you know that?” he finally snapped.

You glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Your ring. Where is it?” His tone was sharp, almost accusatory.

“Oh,” you said nonchalantly, setting your phone down. “I took it off when I was showering the other day and forgot to put it back on. Why?”

“Why?” he repeated, incredulous. “You’ve been walking around for two damn days without it, and you’re asking me why?”

You tilted your head at him, confused by the intensity of his reaction. “It’s not a big deal, Sukuna. I’ll just go grab it and put it back on.”

“Not a big deal?” he growled, stepping closer to you. “Do you have any idea how many bastards have been looking at you like you’re single? Like they even stand a chance?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, which only made him more irritated. “Sukuna, no one is going to think I’m single just because I forgot my ring for a couple of days.”

“Oh, they’re thinking it, alright,” he muttered darkly. “And they’re damn wrong. You’re mine.”

Shaking your head, you stood up and wrapped your arms around him, trying to soothe the temperamental man. “I’m always yours, ring or no ring,” you said softly, resting your head against his chest. “I’ll go put it on right now, okay?”

He let out a low growl, still clearly annoyed, but his arms came around you instinctively. “Damn right you’re mine,” he muttered. “And don’t take it off again, or I’ll tattoo my name on your hand if I have to.”

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That’s what gave you the idea. You had always been a bit forgetful—so forgetful that you once forgot your own name during an introduction. Sukuna loved to tease you about it, but you knew it frustrated him sometimes. Especially when it came to something as important as your wedding ring.

You decided to put his mind at ease once and for all. Heading to the tattoo shop, you smiled as you explained your plan to the artist.

“A tattoo on your ring finger, huh?” the artist asked, giving you a knowing grin. “Man, your husband must really love you to get under your skin like that.”

“Oh, he loves me, all right,” you replied with a laugh. “But he’s also ridiculously possessive, and I’m just trying to save us both some stress.”

The process was quick but meaningful. On your ring finger, the artist inked Sukuna’s name in elegant script, followed by your wedding date in small, delicate numbers. It was simple but perfect—a lasting symbol of your bond that couldn’t be misplaced or forgotten.

When you got home, Sukuna was pacing in the living room, his arms crossed and his expression brooding. He immediately turned toward you when you entered, his crimson eyes narrowing.

“Where the hell were you?” he demanded. “Don’t tell me you were out there without your ring again.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Relax, Suku. I was doing something for you.”

“For me?” His suspicion deepened, but he stayed where he was, watching as you walked over and held up your left hand.

“Ta-da!” you announced, wiggling your fingers. “Problem solved.”

It took him a second to process what he was seeing. His name and your wedding date were permanently inked on your finger, right where your ring should be. His eyebrows shot up, and his jaw clenched in surprise.

“You… got a tattoo?” he asked, his voice low but intrigued.

“Yup,” you said, grinning. “Now you don’t have to worry about me losing my ring or forgetting to wear it. You’re literally on me forever.”

For a moment, he just stared at your hand, his expression unreadable. Then, a slow, smug grin spread across his face. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand closer to examine the tattoo.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over the ink. “You actually did it.”

“Of course I did,” you said. “I’m nothing if not practical.”

He let out a short laugh, the pride in his voice unmistakable. “Practical, huh? Nah, this is you admitting that you’re mine forever.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t fade. He tugged you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips curling into a smirk against yours. “Like I’d ever forget. But good luck getting rid of me now, princess. You’re stuck with me.”

Eddie hugging himself because he doesn’t know what affection feels like.

until he meets you, who is so goddamn clingy when you hug him that he nicknames you “my little sloth”.

Simon and the undescribable urge to just suddenly fucking rub his face on you. It doesn't matter where. In public or at home he's going to suddenly force himself a little lower and scratch his face on your neck or shoulder etc.

Ticklish? He doesn't care, he'll just move down to your arm. Don't you know his mask makes his skin itchy?

thinking about sitting on kakyoin's lap while he's playing a game. you're settled on his thighs, arms wrapped around his neck while your head rests in the crook. he's distracted when you begin to fall asleep against his chest. red faced and fingers nervously shaking, he finishes his game, just barely winning, and then shakes your shoulder. you only groan at his gentle gesture, half asleep but fully groggy. he chuckles before scooping you up, face entirely flushed when your legs cling to his waist. kakyoin tucks you into bed, ready to head back to his computer when you grasp his fingers. his heart melts at your slow reaction time due to your sleepiness but how you still caught his hand. kakyoin will settle into the bed with you, cuddling you as you drift off again in his warm, secure arms against his sturdy, comforting chest

Inked forever// Eddie Munson x fem reader.

The low hum of Eddie's favorite heavy metal playlist filled the air, the raspy voice of a singer echoing off the walls of his room. You were curled up on Eddie's bed, one leg draped lazily over his, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of a tattoo that stretched across his forearm. The intricate skull and rose design had always been your favorite.

He smirked, dark brown eyes flickering up from the comic book he was pretending to read. "See something you like, sweetheart?"

"Always," you teased, giving him a soft pinch on the arm. You couldn't help but grin at the boy sprawled out next to you. His wild curls fell messily around his face, his Hellfire Club shirt worn and slightly frayed at the edges. God, you loved him like this—comfortable, content, and completely unfiltered.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Eddie asked, setting his comic book aside. His fingers found their way to your hand, playing with your rings as he waited for you to speak.

You hesitated for a moment, biting your lower lip—a habit Eddie found utterly adorable. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, and it felt like you'd known each other for a lifetime. Eddie knew every inch of you, every tattoo that decorated your skin, and he loved them as much as you did.

"I was thinking..." you began, your voice soft. "Maybe we could get matching tattoos."

The room went silent for a moment, save for the faint crackle of a guitar riff in the background. Eddie's eyes widened, and then he let out a laugh—a soft, joyous sound that made your heart skip a beat.

"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "You, Miss 'I don't need anyone to define me,' want us to get couple tattoos?"

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. "Yes, Eddie, I'm serious. But I want something that actually means something to us, you know? Not just some cheesy hearts or initials."

Eddie's eyes sparkled with excitement as he sat up, pulling you closer. "You're on, sweetheart. I'm totally game. But..." He tapped a finger against his lips, pretending to think deeply. "What should we get? An upside-down devil? Or a mini guitar? Ooh, what about something D&D themed?"

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I was thinking something simpler, actually. Like... a design that represents us."

Eddie was quiet for a moment, his eyes scanning your face thoughtfully. Then he grinned, that mischievous smile that always made your knees weak. "What about a snake and a dagger? You've got that snake tattoo on your arm, and I've got the dagger on my chest. We could combine them—like two parts of the same whole."

The idea made your heart flutter. You knew how much Eddie loved his tattoos and how much thought he put into each one. To share something like that with him felt incredibly intimate. "I love that," you whispered, cupping his cheek in your hand. "Let's do it."

A few days later, you found yourselves standing in front of your favorite tattoo shop in downtown Hawkins. The familiar scent of antiseptic and ink filled the air as the doorbell chimed behind you. Eddie held your hand tightly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your knuckles.

The tattoo artist, a burly guy named Mike, grinned when he saw the two of you walk in. "The power couple is back," he teased, nodding toward your interlocked hands. "What's the plan this time?"

"We want matching tattoos," Eddie announced proudly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "A snake and dagger combo. But, you know, something that's badass enough to do us justice."

Mike chuckled, already pulling out his sketchpad. "You two are always full of surprises. Give me a minute—I've got just the thing."

As Mike worked on the design, you leaned into Eddie's side, feeling his arm wrap protectively around your shoulders. "Are you nervous?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur in your ear.

"Not really," you replied. "I trust you. And I love that we're doing this together."

Eddie's eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "You're the coolest girlfriend ever, you know that? I can't believe you put up with my crazy ideas."

"Crazy is what I signed up for," you teased, pinching his side. "Besides, I think you're the one who puts up with me."

Before Eddie could respond, Mike returned with the sketch: a snake coiled around a dagger, the blade dripping with ink drops like they were blood. It was intricate, dark, and undeniably perfect.

"Holy shit," Eddie breathed, eyes wide. "That's amazing."

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "I love it," you said softly. "Let's do it."

Eddie insisted you go first, holding your hand the entire time as Mike brought the design to life on your forearm. The familiar sting of the needle was almost comforting, especially with Eddie's warm gaze locked on yours.

When it was Eddie's turn, he gritted his teeth but never let go of your hand, even when the needle traced over his ribcage where the dagger was placed. You couldn't help but admire him, his jaw clenched, eyes focused on you the entire time.

Once the tattoos were done, you both stood in front of the mirror, admiring the matching ink. The snake and dagger were almost identical, yet each tattoo had its own unique flair—just like the two of you.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Looks like we're officially inked for life, sweetheart," he murmured against your ear, his breath warm and comforting.

You turned in his arms, reaching up to brush a stray curl from his face. "Inked and in love," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him. It was a kiss that tasted like forever—warm, fierce, and filled with all the promises the two of you had yet to make.

"Can't wait to show the Hellfire Club," Eddie said with a mischievous grin. "They're gonna flip when they see how badass my girl is."

You chuckled, your fingers lacing through his. "They better get used to it," you said, your voice soft but firm. "Because you're stuck with me now, Munson."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Eddie replied, pulling you close for another kiss, the ink still fresh on both your skins, binding you together in more ways than one.

The End.