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If you would ever sleep with Suguru Geto, he would be the first to wake up the day after. He would enjoy the view of your sleepy body and he would close his eyes for a moment, only for hearing your breath. Probably he would wrap you tighter against his chest, because he loves the feeling of your warmth on him. He would put his head on your shoulder he'd give some soft kisses on your neck.

He likes giving you kisses while you're sleeping. After breaking away from your neck, he would look at your face before starting to kiss your forehead. He would pass from your forehead to the tip of your nose and finally your lips. He would continue with those action until you wake up, caressing your cheeks too. He likes the way you slightly open your eyes and the way you look at him a bit sleepy, anf most of all he loves when you smile and start passing your hand through his hair.

Geto is just too affectionate to you. He would whisper to your ear «I love you» everytime he would have the opportunity, just to remember you his love for you. Because you are everything for him, the person who still keeps him sane.

Flirting with you

Hey my lovelies, back with another Headcanon. My requests are currently open and my request guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Eddie is a shameless flirt. if he likes you then he's not going to be subtle about it. Although it can come across as shy and coy.

❀Eddie flirts both physically and verbally. He wants you to know his words are followed by action. He wants you to be able to distinguish his flirting and the friendship you've built.

❀Eddie boosts you up. He's pilling on the compliments, encouraging you, telling you he likes your outfit. Making blatantly flirtatious remarks. He's attempting to get you to engage in some flirtatious banter.

❀Using pet names, such as Sweetheart, Princess, Angel etc. They are nicknames that are reserved solely for you.

❀Eddie being a perfect gentleman, he's going to start holding out doors for you. He's going to carry you bag for you. He's going to help you into histruck if you need assstance etc.

❀Eddie is also going to begin to be more physically affectionate towards you. He's going to hug you frequently, going to press a kiss onto your temple etc.

❀Eddie wants to be in close contact with you. He wants to sit next to you whenever you're hanging out with friends. Sitting next to you at lunch etc.

“Babe, have you - oh no.”

Your boyfriend Daichi stopped in his tracks when he saw you sobbing into a tissue on the couch, wrapped practically airtight in a thick fluffy blanket with only the cable from your heating pad sticking out.

On the TV a chubby seal pup was calling its mother that apparently fell prey to an orca just a few seconds earlier.

He sighed and came to stand in front of you, hands on his hips to block the screen.

“What did we say?”

You shrunk into your blanket, looking up at him with big tear-filled eyes.

“No nature documentaries when I’m on my period?”

“Then why are you doing this to yourself? This is gonna be the seahorse thing from last month all over again.”

At the mention of your previous trauma, a new wave of tears rolled down your cheeks.

“It got carried too far in the current! It was all alone!”

“And what did you make me do?”

“Hold my hand in the supermarket so you wouldn’t lose me?”

“And why was that not a good idea?”

You took a deep breath and tried to recount the gentle scolding you received afterward, “Because to safely push a cart you need two hands.”

“And?”

“And I made you swerve into a display of tomato sauce.”

“So in conclusion?”, he raised an expectant brow.

You picked up the remote and turned on a different movie.

“Thank you.”, he said and leaned down to kiss the top of your head, “I ordered take-out for dinner. Now, move over.”

You scooted a bit to the left so he could sit down next to you and pull you into his arms for comfort, large warm hand slipping into the blanket cocoon gently rubbing your soft aching tummy.

a/n: this might be the silliest one yet

Cuddling with Eddie on the couch during a cold winter night watching some movies and despite being wrapped in his arms with a blanket covering the both of you, you still feel cold.

Eddie’s wearing one of his oversized band shirts that he had accidentally picked out thinking it would be a tight fit, but for some reason the size ran differently than normal band tees, and of course he loved it too much to return it after trying it on at home because it was the only size they had left.

Since you were still cold, an idea came to you that you knew would warm you right up. Eddie’s body always gave off heat, no matter how warm or cold it was outside, so you used that to your advantage.

You lifted your head where you had it laying against his chest and shuffled a few inches downward so you could lift the hem of his shirt up to stick your head underneath and press your cold face against his warm, bare chest.

Eddie raised his eyebrows at your sudden action, letting out a soft laugh of amusement. “What are you doing, silly girl?”

“M’still cold. Need your warmth to warm up my face.” You murmured as you nuzzled your cheek against him some more to bask in his warmth, earning a wide grin from your boyfriend.

“God, you’re adorable. You know that?” He beamed, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Uh huh.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you.”

Just a random thought that came to me that I wanted to share 🖤 We love space heater boyfriend!Eddie in this household 🥰

HIII can i request something abour Aone and Kunimi! Id love to see how you woukd write about them!

Oooh I can definitely do that heheh Thank you for your ask!! --

Aone was used to people avoiding him.

It wasn’t personal—at least, he didn’t think it was. He knew what he looked like. Tall, broad-shouldered, his expression unreadable even when he tried to seem approachable. And, of course, there was the fact that he had no eyebrows, which only seemed to add to the whole 'intimidating presence' thing. He had overheard people whispering about it before, speculating whether he was just naturally that way or if something had happened. He never corrected them. It wasn’t worth the effort.

He didn’t mind it, not really. It wasn’t like he needed constant conversation. If anything, he preferred the quiet. But that didn’t stop the occasional pang of irritation when someone flinched at his presence or whispered about how scary he was. He never let it bother him for long. It wasn’t worth dwelling on.

But then there was you, who never seemed to get the memo.

You greeted him every morning with a bright “Good morning, Aone!” as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You sat next to him during team lunches, never asking if it was okay, never making a big deal out of it—just plopping down beside him, completely unfazed. When the team joked and teased each other, you always made a point to include him, nudging his arm playfully or throwing in a comment like “Right, Aone?” as if it was obvious that he was part of the conversation.

At first, he thought maybe it was an accident. That you just hadn’t realized how others saw him. But when weeks passed and nothing changed, Aone started to realize something.

You weren’t scared of him. Not even a little bit.

And for reasons he couldn’t explain, that made his chest feel warm.

It started during practice one afternoon.

The team was running drills, the gym buzzing with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor and volleyballs smacking against hands. Aone was focused, blocking each spike that came his way, his body moving on instinct. He wasn’t paying much attention to anything else until he heard a sharp gasp from the sidelines.

He turned his head just in time to see you stumble, tripping over someone’s stray bag. It was one of the first years', carelessly left near the edge of the court, and you hadn’t noticed it in time. Your arms flailed slightly as you lost your balance, and Aone’s body moved before his mind could catch up.

In an instant, his hands were on your arms, steadying you before you could hit the ground. His grip was firm, grounding, keeping you upright with ease. You blinked up at him, wide-eyed, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, to his surprise, you laughed.

“Wow, you’re really strong,” you said, your voice light, as if you hadn’t just nearly faceplanted in the middle of practice.

Aone swallowed. He wasn’t used to compliments—especially not ones directed at him. His ears burned slightly, but he managed a stiff nod, gently letting go of you once he was sure you were steady.

You dusted yourself off, still grinning. “Guess I should stick close to you, huh? Might need you to save me again.”

Aone blinked.

Most people avoided standing too close to him. You were… different.

Slowly, he nodded again.

Your smile widened. “Good. That settles it.”

And just like that, you carried on, moving as if nothing had happened, as if Aone catching you had been the most natural thing in the world. But Aone felt a little different now, his hands still tingling from where he had touched you. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Later, when practice ended and the team started gathering their things, Aone noticed you walking in his direction. Without thinking, he shifted slightly, making space for you beside him. It was subtle, instinctive, but you noticed immediately, plopping down next to him with an exaggerated sigh.

“I think today’s the day I finally die,” you groaned dramatically. “Tell my family I love them.”

Aone huffed a quiet breath through his nose. It was barely anything, but you must have caught it because you turned your head and grinned at him.

“Was that a laugh?” you asked, eyes bright with mischief. “Oh, we’re making progress.”

Aone shook his head, but he didn’t deny it.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him curiously. “You know,” you mused, “most people get freaked out by you, but I don’t see why. You’re like… a human security blanket.”

Aone blinked at you, unsure of what to say to that. He had been called many things before—scary, intimidating, weird—but never a security blanket. He felt his ears burn again.

“I mean it,” you continued, stretching your arms above your head. “It’s nice having you around. Makes things feel a little more solid.”

He swallowed, staring down at his hands. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but before he could even try, you stood up, stretching out your back with a groan.

“Anyway, I better go before they make me do more work,” you said, nodding toward the rest of the team. “See you tomorrow, Aone.”

And then, like always, you left just as easily as you had appeared, leaving Aone sitting there, his mind spinning with thoughts he wasn’t sure how to process.

Maybe, for the first time, he didn’t mind having someone stick close to him after all.

Eddie as an old man: (like, 60)

Curmudgeonly. Lots of grumbling about lots of things. He can't help it, the dramatics only get worse with age. He can't knock back the beers like he could when he was younger, and he's learned that his body needs fiber to keep his guts moving on the regular.

His ass can't handle the long bike rides anymore. He won't let his body win the battle, he refuses to consider replacing the seat with a more comfortable one. A more age appropriate one. That's admitting defeat. He's sure that the day that he does that, the clock will move faster. He'll age 20 years overnight.

Eddie's belly is soft. He doesn't mind that, especially not when you rest your head on his lap and kiss it. He likes the way his skin gives, the way it molds to your form. He also really likes the way that your sweaty bellies slap together when you make love. The extra pounds on both of your bodies has added layers of comfort.

The gray in his hair doesn't bother him either. He likes the way it looks. He likes the soft texture of those fine and colorless hair. He likes it when you brush it out and braid it for him. There's nothing like the way your fingers feel on his scalp, he could close his eyes and never open them again. Perfect in his contentment.

The years leave their marks on his body, and yours too. He knows that. He sees the way your legs move in stilted steps after sitting for too long. He thinks about you, years ago, in a string bikini and smiles at the thought of you trying to shove your breasts into one now. He knows better than to tell you why he's smiling - he's learned that not every thought is worth sharing.

Yes, he is a curmudgeon. Grumbling and sighing. He remembers being young, and he remembers what it felt like to wake up in the morning without feeling that persistent ache in his lower back. But he wouldn't trade it, because he can roll over and put his heavy arms around your soft waist. Pull you in, kiss your neck. He can rest comfortably in the knowledge that you are here, and together you will see what happens next.

Started off as a little paragraph but ended with me rambling on a lot.

Thinking about Eddie finding a stray kitten on his way home from work, notices it wandering along the side of the road all by itself. He thinks back to the days of taking care of all the strays in the trailer park, including the raccoons. He makes the decision before he can even think about it, pulling his truck over. As soon as Eddie gets down on his knees, putting his hand out for the kitten to take a sniff, the little ball of fur kicks into a hissing attack.

So spicy

“I know I look a bit scary but I promise I won’t hurt you, little guy.”

Eddie takes his flannel off from around his waist, reaching a gentle hand out again hoping the little creature will deem him worthy to sniff.

He feels the wet nose touch the tips of his fingers, sniffing curiously with a watchful eye still on Eddie. But, it didn’t catch Eddie’s other hand coming from behind to cover it with the black and white flannel.

Gotcha

“You’re safe now.” He tries soothing the kitten as it hisses and screeches within the fabric, making his way back to his truck, thinking of what he’s gonna need to take care of the fur ball.

Thinking of how you’ll react.

He keeps the little bundle on his lap as he drives off toward the grocery store like planned. Conveniently sitting next to a pet store. His hand rubs between its little ears as it grumbles, not wanting to give into the scritches.

As Eddie grabbed all the necessities the kitten sat in the pouch of his black hoodie, still wrapped in the flannel with Eddie’s hand holding it in place. If Eddie’s fingers were subject to little love bites, he didn’t complain. Even if those little needles for teeth felt like knives slicing into his skin.

Walking through the door, Eddie drops his keys in the bowl by the door, kicks off his shoes and puts everything away before heading for the stairs.

He sets the little guy up in the bathroom, putting a gray fuzzy blanket down in the tub with a few toys. Two bowls with food and water are put down on the tiled floor. The kitten letting Eddie holding him as he gives the little guy a tour of the room.

“And we’ll put your litter box over here.”

This is only temporary until you get comfortable enough to explore.

He’s rambling on as the kitten stuffs its little head into the food bowl, munching away, and doesn’t hear as you come in the front door. Or when you climbed the stairs.

“You’re gonna love it here.”

“Babe, who are you talking to?”

Eddie had no intentions of keeping this a secret. He was an open book with you about everything. But, something deep inside of him told him he needed to hide the kitten, for fear that it would be taken away.

He quickly stuffs the kitten into his hoodie, out of your sight as you open the bathroom door, your eyes landing on Eddie sat on the bathroom floor with a guilty smile on his face as he greets you.

“Hi, sweetheart. How was work?”

He looked so sweet looking up at you, trying to change the subject, making himself seem even more suspicious.

“Whatcha doing in here?”

Eddie shrugs looking around, eyes going wide, realizing you can see everything.

“Just, bathroom stuff.” He chuckles nervously as the kitten starts to move around.

You kneel down, smiling at the man you’ve been in love with for years. The man who was so bad at keeping secrets.

“What kind of bathroom stuff, sweetness?”

His eyes bug out of his head as the kitten jumps, moving the fabric with it. You jump at the movement, looking at Eddie again, finding him whispering into the neck of his hoodie.

Be nice.

“Gonna show me what’s jumping around in there?” You laugh, knowing something like this was bound to happen because that’s just who Eddie is. Someone always wanting to help and take care of others who needed it most.

With a sigh, he pulls the disgruntled ball of fur from under his hoodie, holding it up between the two of you.

“This is Ghost. Our spicy little pepper.” He ends the introduction on a question, still thinking you may turn the stray away. Thinking you’ll tell him he can’t keep it.

Your smile said otherwise as you looked from the kitten still grumbling in Eddie’s hands to the man you could never say no to. Even if you wanted to.

“The more the merrier, right?”

between you and your husband, you were the one more…vocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with x’s, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.

people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesn’t reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.

it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it's the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.

it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.

and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that "if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime" and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.

you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.

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sigh. TSUKISHIMA FREAKING KEI!!!!!!!!, akaashi keiji (he writes notes back to you), KITA. SHINSUKE., iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, suna rintarou, USHIJIMA, kageyama tobio (squeezed your hand a lot when you started dating), MIYA OSAMU, sakusa kiyoomi, OH OH OH AONE!!,

firefighter abby (fluffy fluffy fluffy) i have fantasies of being somebodies pretty, sexy little house wife which is why some of my works encapsulate that.

abby walked into your shared apartment completely drained from the day. you were in the kitchen plating food when you heard her heavy steps as she takes her dirty work boots off. you turn to look over your shoulder a little concerned. abby has been on a 24 hour shift and even though she's tired when she usually comes home from those, she always greets you with so much love, she's never quiet.

"hey baby," you say walking over to your table to sit your plates down. "hey." she mumbles petting the cat that rubbed against her leg. you can see her face scrunched up in an semi-permanent wince. her eyebrows are pulled together like she has this huge burden on her mind. you weren't going to ask if she was alright, it was obvious she wasn't. you pull her chair out patting the seat giving her a soft gentle smile.

her face softens slightly sitting and eating. you try to get her talking by telling her about your day at work and the new recipe you tried. she nods and 'mhm's at what your saying but you can tell shes not paying attention.

when shes done eating she grabs her plate and puts it in the sink and goes to leave the kitchen. you stumble out of your chair to catch up with her. "hey. lets shower together." you ask grabbing her hand pulling her to the bathroom. "i don't-" she begins as you pull her into the bathroom.

"let me do this for you." you tell her. she doesn't fight you as you pull off her shirts and pants after turning on the shower. now with her clothes off you can see the soot covering her neck and the dirt in her hair. you can see the dirt under her fingernails, her braid is coming loose and her eyes look swollen like she was crying.

you coo at her as you pull your own clothes off, ushering her into the shower. you start by taking her braid out and washing her hair. you massage her scalp, kissing her shoulder, whispering sweet words to her, "'m here baby," and "we don't have to talk about it, its ok." you start to feel her body relax under your fingertips. you turn her around to face you so you can help her wash her hair out. "you had a hard day? its ok im here for you." she looks down at you with so much love in her eyes, "thank you." she whispers lowly.

you smile at her placing a kiss on her lips before grabbing her bodywash. you wash her body gently and thoroughly placing kisses on her clean skin. you start to talk about what your going to do since abby has three days off. abby adds some things to the conversation and places kisses on your forehead as you discuss. the water washes the soap off her body she wraps you in a hug that expresses everything that she hasn't been able to say since she got home.

you hold each other while the water runs down your bodies chasing all your stresses away.

*ೃ༄ Console me!

synopsis: comforting the jjk men from their insecurities!

features: gojo, megumi, yuji, nanami, choso, takuma