It Was Too Much.

Sukuna will make you beg before helping you with things he’s obviously good at.

You’re playing Wii sport with your friends on a Saturday night at your and your boyfriend’s shared home, like you’re used to doing every week. After a round of baseball you and one of them are at a draw. Your friends decide to play with “the boyfriends” for the last round, choosing bowling as the last game.

You turn to Sukuna preparing yourself to convince him to play. He’s the absolute best at bowling, and everyone in the room knows it, but he’s also a stuck up bitch that never wants to play. He says that there’s no fun if everyone is so shit he doesn’t even have to try hard to win.

“Babe, please-“

“No.” He interrupts you.

“But-“

“Nah.”

“Why not?” You whine, putting your left hand on his bicep and shaking his arm. He takes a swig of the beer he’s holding with that arm, muscles bulging, looking down at you with his piercing maroon eyes.

“Because I said so,” he remarks.

“But I can’t play alone, and I’ll be last if I don’t play,” you pout.

“You’ll get over it,” he shrugs. You’re still holding his arm, and despite the way he’s portraying himself, he loves the physical contact you’re having. He’s possessive; if he could crumple you up and keep you in his pocket, he would.

“I hate you.”

“You know you don’t, baby,” he says smirking, finishing up his drink, still looking at you with both his real and tattooed eyes.

“Thought you didn’t want to date a loser,” you say, changing approach. You see a spark in his gaze. Bingo. But he’s not there yet.

“I’ll make an exception,” he continues.

“Oh, okay, I’ll just tell the others that the duo who owns this house will not be playing and therefore will be last,” you provoke him turning around and walking towards your friends.

He grabs your waist and slams your back on his strong chest. You try to hide your smile.

“You minx. If we don’t fucking win, you’re sleeping on the couch,” he whispers aggressively in your ear.

“Sir yes sir.”

That night you snuggle closer to him on your shared bed before falling asleep.

Kenma is currently trying his best to keep his hands from shaking. He is ultimately unsuccessful when he finally gets them to hold still, just to have his leg shaking right in its place. He hates fighting with you, and to be honest he is really trying to avoid it. But how can he when he is almost certain that you are slipping away from him in favor of your new coworker. He would be lying if he said that he always felt secure in your relationship, but it was never your fault. He had always subconsciously felt like you needed someone who wasn't so introverted so you could properly enjoy dates, vacations, and parties like you deserved. He had been quite surprised when you didn't seem to mind that most of your dates were at either your or his apartment or that he was never the last one to stay at one of Kuroo's events. He considered himself lucky, but that doesn't mean he still wondered if you would ever find someone else.

Kenma's head snaps up as he hears your keys in the door. He takes a steeling breath to calm his nerves and hopefully get his thoughts in order. You come in and your eyes immediately fall onto your sweet boyfriend. Kenma can see the smile growing on your face as soon as you catch his eye and he feels bad that he has to be the one to ruin it for you. He sees the look of confusion that takes over your face at Kenma's face. "Hey baby is everything okay?" Your voice always sounds so sweet and hearing it almost makes him want to just drop this subject. How could the love of his life, with the sweetest smile and the sweetest voice ever do something as heinous as cheating? There's no way.

"Yeah, I just think we should talk." Your heart drops at Kenma's tone. He sounds as if he's a shell of a person, like whatever is bugging him has taken root and replaced your Kenma. Your voice is much shakier when you respond "Yeah, no problem." Kenma doesn't miss the fact that you stopped yourself from saying babe at the end of your sentence and feels absolutely distraught. He never thought that you withholding a pet name from him would absolutely wreck him as much as it does. He takes a deep breath before he bluntly asks "Are you interested in Hikaru-san?" You stare at him blankly as you process his words. Interested? Why would you ever be interested in Hikaru? You confidently tell Kenma "No, why would I be interested in Hikaru-san?" Kenma then responds with a cold "Then why have you been talking and hanging out with them so much?" You try to hold back your laughter at the absolute ridiculousness of this whole situation. Your boyfriend that you live with and have been with for years is jealous of the young intern that has been appointed as your trainee. The only reason why Hikaru has had to text you so often is because he has gotten lost taking the train back to his university more times than you can count. He had a big heart, but he could be a little dense. You two had also had to stay overtime a few days because he had forgotten to turn in some very important paperwork and you were scared if you left him alone to do it he would mess something up. You decide that showing Kenma instead of telling Kenma would be a much better course of action, so you unlock your phone and hand it to your skeptical boyfriend. He looks up at you for confirmation and starts looking through your text messages with Hikaru after you smile and nod at him to start the search. What he gathers from the messages is that your responses are very polite and almost monotone. It's exactly what he would expect from a coworker that you aren't particularly close to. He also notices that Hikaru's texts are anything but flirty. Almost all of his messages consist of him panicking over getting off at the right stop and missing an important meeting, or him trying to gauge how much time an important task will take so he can try and make time for his own coursework. He hands you your phone back sheepishly, but he still thinks that something has to be going on. He waits as you quickly navigate to your instagram to show him Hikaru's profile. You turn your screen around to face Kenma as you go through Hikaru's bio and posts. You see realization dawn as Kenma's face before he looks up at you to confirm to see a knowing smile spread across your face.

"Ken he has a boyfriend."

Oh.

𝝑𝝔 cool boyfriend sukuna x loser girlfriend reader !

just small stories from cool bf sukuna and his loser gf’s relationship!! set in college/university, with characters’ non-specified ages being over 18 :) sfw and nsfw!!

you can find more content about this series under the tag “cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader”, where i answer questions and stuff!

a little bit about the special treatment loser gf gets…

a little bit about sukuna teasing and loving his loser gf…

a little bit about loser gf imitating sukuna…

a little bit about dry humping with sukuna…

a little bit about drunk sukuna being a softie…

a little bit about sukuna getting jealous…

a little bit about sukuna seeing you in a skirt for the first time…

a little bit about sukuna and reader’s first meeting…

a little bit about sukuna and his loser gf yapping…

a little bit about you helping sukuna dye his hair black…

a little bit about sukuna showing you off…

a little bit about how sukuna deals with a difficult question his loser gf asks him…

a little bit about cool bf sukuna and his loser gf’s first date…

a little bit about loser gf ignoring sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna and his loser gf watching ‘the notebook’…

a little bit about what sukuna thinks of his relationship with his loser gf…

a little bit about loser gf meeting sukuna’s family…

a little bit about loser gf doubting her relationship with sukuna…

a little bit about cool bf sukuna and his loser gf reader playing basketball…

a little bit about reader’s first meeting with sukuna’s teammates…

a little bit about sukuna fingering his pretty loser gf for the first time…

a little bit about sukuna and his gf’s first time…

a little bit about loser gf babysitting yuuji…

a little bit about yorozu messing with loser reader…

a little bit about sukuna buying his loser gf a red lipstick…

a little bit about sukuna reassuring reader after she fails a test…

a little bit about sukuna taking care of his sick gf…

a little bit about sukuna being absent for a few days…

a little bit about sukuna and reader on the beach…

a little bit about sukuna and drunk loser gf…

a little bit about studying with cool bf sukuna…

a little bit about trying “is that seat taken?” with sukuna…

a little bit more about sukuna and reader’s relationship…

a little bit of happy birthday with sukuna…

a little bit about ‘i love you’s with sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna with reader who is struggling with saying ‘no’…

a little bit about sukuna doing the voicing gf’s makeover trend…

a little bit about reader getting injured…

a little bit about visiting the zoo with yuuji…

a little bit about reader being scared of needles…

a little bit about sukuna jerking off to reader riding her pillow…

a little bit about reader feeling lonely and sad without sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna getting angry at someone talking bad about you…

a little bit about having an argument with sukuna…

a little bit about sukuna meeting your friends…

a little bit about sukuna’s teammates…

a little bit about baking with sukuna…

a little bit about the aftermath of the argument…

a little bit about reader getting stood up by her friends…

a little bit about reader crushing on sukuna…

a little bit about reader on her first shift as a nurse…

a little bit about sukuna’s piercings…

a little bit of reader trying to be more direct...

reader who can’t stand satoru but then he gets hit by a curse that turns him into a cat. you find him, to his dismay, and take him home, only for him to realize how different you are when he isn’t around to pester you.

at first, he causes a lot of trouble. breaking things in your house, tearing up the pillows. he just wants to be a human again, but nobody can understand him! but you still take care of him and coddle him no matter how much trouble he causes, so different from how people treat him normally, as if he were a nuisance (which he kind of was on purpose). and he finds himself falling for you without realizing it.

so he stops being a bad cat, steadily losing hope that he’ll ever be human again. and satoru would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy how you stroked him while you read a book or let him sleep beside you at night. maybe it wasn’t so bad? so he decided then if he was going to be just a cat, he was fine with being your cat.

the higher-ups had taken note of his absence, obviously, and he only knows cause you’ve mentioned it to him. you had this endearingweird quirk where you’d talk to him as if he were a real person.

throughout his stay in your home as a house pet, satoru finds out a lot about you. you’ve always kept to yourself, but you vent your frustrations out to him while he’s like this, and he offers his comfort the best he can. which you appreciate, rewarding him with kisses that he secretly enjoys.

once he turns human again, by some miracle, his first thought is to go and find you. and when he does, you give him the cold shoulder like you used to, and it surprises him. before he realizes that, ah, he wasn’t your pet anymore. he was gojo satoru.

satoru realizes his feelings for you in that moment. when he feels the ache in his chest from your dismissive behavior, it leads him to starting his most important mission yet—winning your heart once more.

but this time, it’ll be as a person, not a damn cat.

Eddie loves you effortlessly

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

friends-to-lovers with eddie

cw: reader has body image issues

"scoot over."

"sorry, i'm too cozy," you grin smugly at eddie, wrapped up in fluffy blankets with your head perched against both of his only two pillows.

"it's my bed!"

"yeah, and it's real comfy, thanks. did you get the snacks?" you bat your lashes up at him.

"you are impossible," he rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, even though he eats it right up.

"but yes, you know i got 'em." he says, setting down the bowl of buttery popcorn on his nightstand before pulling the scrunchie from your wrist that hangs off the bed.

he wears a cropped black sabbath tee with sweats- the ones he always catches you staring at him in, so of course he smirks when your doe-eyed gaze inevitably lands on his happy trail...and follows up his strong inked biceps...to his pretty ringed hands that tie his hair back..

"want me to grab your phone? a picture'll last longer." he winks, pulling back the covers and bulldozing his way in next to you.

"very funny," you scoff, hiding your heated cheeks against soft worn cotton.

he gets you both settled and cozy, spooning you while you prop up your laptop making sure it's in a good spot for the both of you to see.

"still don't get why we can't just watch this on the tv. this screen is tiny in comparison!"

"oh hush, just trust me. it's a cozy experience, okay? all we need now is for it to start raining outside. then it'll be complete." you smile back at him.

"whatever you say, sweetheart."

and he would make it rain for you if he could.

you press play and shuffle your hands back under the covers, giddy in your contentment.

curious music begins playing as your selection of coraline starts up into the opening credits.

eddie smiles, happy in your joy, he reaches for the popcorn bowl and offers to feed you some "open up, get it while it's still hot." he pops a small handful into your mouth.

"thanks, eds. it's good."

"yeah?" he asks, not waiting for confirmation as he starts munching on it himself.

"let me know when you get thirsty." fuck, she has me whipped, he thinks to himself.

"okay," your voice mellows as your head falls heavier against the shared pillows. "are you comfy?" you ask him.

"yeah, sweetheart, i am." his voice is low.

"'kay," you let out a long sigh, molding closer to his body.

his hand rests carefully against your hip while he rests his chin atop your head, peering at the screen.

domestic bliss even though you're 'just best friends.' yeah, right.

"you like it so far?" you ask him thirty minutes in.

"yeah- it's quirky and creepy, i dig it."

"good. i thought you might."

he looks down and smiles, although you can't see it.

his hand that rested on your hip cautiously moves to your stomach, and before he does what he hopes you'll let him, he asks you "this okay, sweet girl?"

"mm-hmm." you respond, even though you don't know what he plans on doing.

tingles light throughout your body as he lets out a deep breath against your neck. that pretty ringed hand your were gawking at earlier gently presses and then grabs at your soft tummy.

you gasp but let yourself feel the emotions it causes. he's not judging, not criticizing- just feeling another part of you. a part you'd been so against anyone else ever seeing out of fear.

it also feels good to let someone hold you there. an area you'd been self conscious about for ages, only for eddie to swoop in and love on. it felt even more delicious knowing how much he enjoyed it as well.

"you're so pretty, you know that?" he whispers against your ear, sending another burst of tingles to sweep through you.

"i love your pretty body. your tummy-" he reaffirms, rubbing back and forth across the skin before pulling you closer into him, "your pretty face, pretty thighs, pretty arms..pretty much everything i could want."

you don't respond verbally, except for a small groan as you attempt to hide your face in the pillows.

"don't you go hidin' on me," he teases, "you're perfect. most perfect girl f' me, and i wouldn't change a fuckin' thing, baby."

he taps a finger under your chin, signaling for you to look at him. and as soon as you do, his curls are curtaining your face as you feel the soft press of his plush lips against your own.

"eds," is all you can whisper between kisses as he continues his lovin' on you.

bliss bliss bliss.

the forgotten movie plays until the end, long after you'd turned to face you body towards him, burying your head into his chest, and let out a few long-held tears.

the background starts to fill with the sound of the rain as it begins prickling against the roof, when you raise your head to look up at eddie; lovesick eyes shine back down at you.

"hi," he smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"i think you're perfect, eddie. thank you for giving me room to grow, and making me feel safe enough to be me," you stroke at his palm.

"you're always safe with me, beautiful. i want you just as you are." he reassures.

"for now, get some rest, okay, sweet girl?"

"okay," you hum, nestling back against him as the rain and his hold on you soothe you to sleep.

Thinking about that part of a relationship where you really begin to trust someone. Eddie’s head is on your lap, your fingers tracing the lines on his hand as he opens up to you, rambling on and on. He’s never had someone listen to him like this and before you know it hours have passed. Hours of learning new things about him. Listening carefully. Adoring every second of his dramatic facial expressions as he tells you his stories. Some filled with joy. Some filled with heartache. Some making your eyes pool with tears as he touches on parts of his childhood before Wayne. And then you see his eyes light up and his familiar grin appear as he begins to talk about his Uncle. And how much hell he’s given him throughout the years. You run your fingers through his curls as he continues to share his adventures with you. Hanging on to his every word, making him feel safe and loved and heard.

Idk I’m feeling SAPPY 😭

you’re sleepy. Eddie can’t help but love on you. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~600 words

It’s been a long, long day, and you’re really feeling it. Your feet hurt, your back aches, your eyelids feel much heavier than you think they have a right to.

You’re curled up on top of the plush bed covers, nearly asleep. In the distance, there’s the click of the front door unlocking, and then footsteps in the hallway, and then the thud of heavy boots being kicked off and forgotten.

“Sweetheart?”

Eddie pads through the apartment, poking his head curiously into the bedroom. You generally try not to nap after work, so you won’t have trouble falling asleep later in the night. But there you are: just half-awake, too exhausted to even crawl beneath the blanket.

He softens. “Hey, pretty,” he says as he crosses the room, coming to a stop next to the bed. He stands over you, and reaches down to stroke a gentle finger across your cheek. “You okay?”

You yawn and nod. “M’tired.”

Eddie chuckles. “I can see that. Busy day?”

“Mmhmm.” You’re unwilling — or simply unable — to verbalize much more.

His hand slips around to the back of your head, cradling it sweetly in his palm. The tips of his ringed fingers work through your hair and rub gently at your scalp. You twist on the bed and try to push your head deeper into his hand, wanting more of his touch.

A rush of affection surges through his chest; pure love with a dash of amusement. He loves it when you get like this. Cuddly and needy and warm, eager to be loved on by him — him, Eddie Munson, of all people.

He crouches down beside the bed so you’re at eye-level and leans in to smother you with kisses. He leaves no feature untouched, pressing his lips to every square inch of your face: your forehead, your closed eyes, the tip of your nose. He smacks kisses to each cheek and to your chin, dots them all the way around your jawline, until he hits that sweet spot right underneath your ear.

“Mmm,” you sigh in quiet delight, hands grasping at his sturdy shoulders.

“Is that nice?” The words are muffled, his mouth still working against your skin.

You nod.

Eddie gathers you up in his arms, careful not to jostle you too roughly. He’s not really trying to get you riled up (although he’s not completely opposed to the idea); he just wants a moment with his girl.

You mumble against his lips. “Eddie?”

He gives you another peck. “Yeah?”

You play with a curly tendril of hair, twirling it around your finger. “I thought about you all day today,” you whisper.

At those words Eddie swears he can feel everything inside of him move.

If anyone ever asked him to describe what love feels like, he doesn’t think he could explain it any further than that.

“You did?” he whispers back.

“Uh-huh.”

“All day?” His face splits into a slow smile, one that’s syrupy-sweet, and his eyes glitter, brows raised. “Really?”

He’s teasing you, but only a little.

You laugh breathlessly. “All day,” you repeat.

He hums in response and pulls you in even closer, so he can give you a proper kiss, one that’s slow and precise.

Your body slumps against his, letting Eddie’s strong arms support your weight.

“Alright, sleepy girl.” He noses at your hairline. “Why don’t I at least make us dinner first, before you go passing out on me?”

“Mmkay.” You let yourself fall back down onto the pillows with a hazy smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When he reaches the doorway, he turns back and blows you another kiss.

Suddenly I'm not afraid of ghosts anymore!